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The name describes my demeanour and voice! I love narrowboating and that is why this blog is mainly about the boat and our interaction with it. I have been keeping a log for Sonflower ever since we bought her and moved onto her as our main residence. Some incidents in our boating life have been hilarious, some scary and some down right dangerous. I cannot tell what will come in the future but you can now share them! The crew are an 'ordinary' couple. The Best Mate and I.

Tuesday, 12 April 2016

Leigĥton Buzzard to Marsworth bottom lock

We are moored t the foot of the Marsworth flight The Sun has gone down.  The fire is glowing and we are shattered

Public transport is not relaxing. We drove to Uxbridge and left the car outside BCF Friends hous near where ẃ we want to be by Friday evening. We started with a nightmare. Sheila the Sat Av did not know the road we wanted to park in was closed at the end we arrived at A three mile diversion put our schedule one hour out. This is not good when the Best Mate takes frusimide.  Happily no problem today  We got on the train at Carriage C which is the  one with the loo.

So, we got to where the  boat was moored. Setting off we lunched off left over kebab sandwiches and made wonderful progress. We shared locks with nb Jess for six of the locks from Slapton to  Seabrook. We had a letter to deliver at Dunstable Cruising Club and duly executed  this  duty. We then moored for a while and met with BCF members on a new boat  Also involved with Waterways Chaplaincy they are on their way to Crick.

Carp fishermen were having some success opposite the Club mooring but we left them to the twilight and pottered to the foot of Marsworth locks which we will mount in the morning.

We dined on pasta chorizo and ham. Delicious. Washed down with Chilean Red.

Pics will follow when I can connect ny phone to the tablet. One thing at a time!

1 comment:

CB GB said...

hope you have a pleasant onward journey. I might get a chance to wave at you Friday morning if you are within a million miles of St Albans then. Cousin Colin.