Braunston and Buckby

We headed towards Braunston, at 8:15, aiming to get there in time for the chandlery to be open.

Braunston Junction

We were able to find a 48 hour mooring just after bridge 1 which gave us a short walk to the chandlery where we bought a tin of Epifanes mutiforte.  We are now poised for the great black op.

We saw a few boats that need a lot more touching up.  Why are they allowed on the canals?

Safety certificate? Licence? Really?

We saw a rather odd procedure going up Braunston locks.  Two boats were coming down together but they only opened one gate.  One of the boats then had to move from one side to the other to get out and took ages doing it.  When he came out and Romy was nicely positioned, where she should be, to enter the lock, he had the cheek to say that’s where he wanted to go and she was in the way.  The boats following this odd pairing were tearing their hair out as they had refused to modify this bizarre approach in the previous four locks and a queue was building up behind them.

Some of the Braunston locks seem to have racks sticking up everywhere.

Two ground paddles and four gate paddles

Although Romy expressed a desire to “do the Braunston Locks” they were just too heavy so she had to revert to being helmswoman once again.

Romy enters the last of the Braunston locks

The tunnel was uneventful apart from a small bump with an oncoming boat just after we had entered and before our eyes had adjusted.  The language from the other boat, particularly the “lady” was not very demure.  We passed two other boats without incident.

Peter must have suffered a memory lapse for the expected mooring between bridges 7 and 8 after Braunston Tunnel failed to materialise.  An effort to test out the water depth at the bank led to a hasty retreat and a decision to press on for a bit.

We finally ended up just past bridge 12 after the first of the Buckby Locks and just in view of the second lock.  This is not an official visitor mooring but is a good spot with Armco rails and loads of deep water.  It is also close to a small memorabilia shop (which also sells ice creams) and a pub.  We have come to a sort of conclusion that the place we are most unlikely to choose to moor is on a visitor mooring shown in Pearson!

We moored at 13:45 just in time to miss the next rain showers – excellent.

Wind in the willows (and poplars)

We walked back to The New Inn for our second pub meal in a row.  Well it was so close it seemed a shame not to take advantage.