It was little bit grey which was soon replaced by wall to wall sunshine, the scenery is white with blossom from the hawthorn tree, shades of green from every type of leaf possible as they do their daily chore in photosynthesis, and deep yellow from fields of rapeseed and golden from wild buttercups.
Buttercups
I didn't realise buttercups can grow so tall when not mown down in a lawn.
Rapeseed
Hawthorn
If I had a donkey and it wouldn't go do you think I'd beat it oh ,no, no, no.
Scary bloke in a field
We were helped up the Claydon flight of locks by Paul a lovely chatty chap who has to be back to work by 5am on Tuesday in Sheffield (didn't get his boat's name but he'll have to get a crack on ) and by the time we had got to the bottom lock we knew he had had a couple of heart ops and his wife Claire had an arthritic knee.
Sue had a slight mishap when the windlass she was using whipped back and hit her arm making a large bruise.
Sue at Claydon lock
arrrrrrrrrrrr
Can't remember which lock!
This Moorhen chick could only of been a day old, it was so tiny.
See how you like it big boy!
We are now moored for the night at Fenny Compton Sue made a loaf
and then we walked down to the Wharf Inn because Sue wanted to purchase some herbs, as we were there we sat in the garden and had a glass of Stella and a sparkling water.
While dinner was on I took the beer hunter down the towpath and bought Sue some Scampi Fries
she had seen them earlier behind the bar at the Wharf Inn, she mentioned that she hadn't had a packet for twenty odd years. While I was there I sat in the garden and had a glass of Stella!
We have good signals for all devices this evening so I am looking forward to the TT racing on ITV4 and a tribute to Joey Dunlop afterwards.
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