There’s A Light At The End Of The Tunnel

It was a bit warm walking to the Old Olive Bush at Fleknoe but very pleasant walking back when it was cooler and down hill.

An evening stroll

The pub was OK but not as special as some of the reviews seem to imply.  Peter had a steak which was very good but Romy’s turkey and mushroom pie, a stew with a short crust pastry top was as advertised on the menu but a bit disappointing.

A very early start today.  We were awake at 6am and weren’t going to sleep again so we set off at 7:30.  Amazingly we met four boats coming towards us in the first 15 minutes.  Braunston Junction always looks most attractive with its lovely cast iron bridges and especially so early, 8:15, on a bright summers day.  It was however extremely crowded and we could not spot a single free place for anyone to moor.

Bridges Old and New, Braunston Junction

At the bottom of the first lock we met an Aussie who was single handed and very pleased to have company.  I don’t know if it’s my age or that of the lock gates but they seem to be getting heavier and Braunston was no exception.  Our Aussie friend, on “Spirit of Freedom” had very little experience and had never been through a tunnel before so he asked if he could follow us.  We met four boats coming in the other direction so this, coupled with a tunnel with two S bends, was a good introduction for him.

We moored between bridges 8 and 9 after a bit of a struggle to find a spot with deep enough water.  This is the first mooring of the holiday where we have used stakes and had to deploy the wheelbarrow tyres!

Yellow paint shows up well
A wheely good solution

A walk to the junction persuaded us that we were better off where we were, but the beer was good.

Norton Junction, crowded and dusty.