We cast off at the agreed time of 8am (it’s debated the night before, and my start time usually agreed upon!). As we had another lock free day, Toby was below baking the two rolls ahead of our BBQ supper and a sourdough loaf. The results were tasty as always.

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We stopped at Market Bosworth to replenish food supplies, it was a good mile uphill (thankfully downhill on the way back). We wandered past some interesting houses and front gardens.

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We were soon back on Oliver and enjoying the last of the sunshine. We had a scotch egg of sorts for lunch, made with mackerel and mash rather than sausage meat and Toby’s sourdough breadcrumbs

We reached the end of the navigable section and Toby asked me to helm the turn in the winding hole (I’m told I may not be able to open locks….over my dead body!!). First attempt was an epic failure as we were too close to the bank, second attempt was successful. Our first holiday argument, and no doubt not the last.

We were soon retracing our steps counting down from bridge 61 all the way down to 1. The sun soon disappeared and and it was time for warm jumpers and coats.

We moored up a little later than planned, and had a tasty dinner of lamb and mint burgers on a sourdough roll smothered in onions, with a side of sweet potato wedges and chargrilled asparagus…just awesome