After heavy rain this morning I carried out the daily checks, started the engine (first time) and we slipped our moorings at around 10:30 and continued our journey toward Braunston. Stopping at the water point we filled the tank, and then winded and headed for the empty mooring we spotted on the way outside the The Boathouse. Lin posted a parcel and then we had lunch, well, having moored here it would be rude not to. We had Steak and ale pie, chips and peas, and very nice it was too, all washed down with a pint of Hob Goblin.
With lunch firmly packed away we headed off up the Grand Union toward Hillmorton. The intention was to find a mooring spot on the way to the winding hole just the other side of Bridge 74, turn and moor up. By this time daylight was getting in short supply and we just managed to find a spot near Br. 75 before it became too dark.
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