It was a wet and windy night, and we were glad to be on a secure mooring at Stoke Bruerne. A lazy start and we cast off to blue skies about 10am.
The first lock was set for us, as there was a volunteer lock keeper, apparently Wednesday is a busy day at Stoke Bruerne due to the hireboats. It wasn’t long before we were exiting the lock, and then a shout from the vlockey – please wait in the next lock as another single boat is on it’s way down. Great we thought, and then we saw the single hander!! He was called PJ, and I’ve never seen anyone open paddle gates so quickly.
It didn’t take us long to work through the seven locks, the wind did make steering interesting, especially when slowing down past moored boats. I managed to lose my mobile phone cosy, it caught the wind and Toby tried to save it (saying it wil be fun!!), but the wind wasn’t playing ball, and we ended up across the canal.
Showers planned for the afternoon, so we decided to moor in Cosgrove. Soon after, it poured down, and we felt quite smug watching all the boats going past in the rain, while we were dry and warm.
As for the blog title, we’re both still getting used to the ting noise of our new rings, it was noticable today with the windlass in hand, and holding on to gates, or in Toby’s case with beer in hand.