After 6 fantastic weeks, today is Oliver’s last day of his grand adventure to Llangollen and back.

We started with a beautiful sunny morning, the perfect start to the last day.

In no time at all we were coming up to Braunston junction

Braunston is one of our favourite places to stop and gongoozle, but today we didn’t stop and went through the locks and up to the tunnel. On the way we came across this strange sight:

The tunnel is long and dark, but thankfully as there’s been so little rain recently it was relatively dry for once so we didn’t get soaked like we usually do. Sarah had great fun trying to get some atmospheric photos in the dark, here’s a small selection of them

After the tunnel we were soon back at the junction to Buckby locks, our nemesis. Fortunately we met up with another boat, (The Denby Rose also from Heyford Fields Marina) so shared the work and got through them in good time, before refuelling at Rugby boats and finally returning back to where it all started. Little did we know Dad was keeping tabs on us all the time, and took careful note of our arrival

It feels strange to be back in the marina, but we were delighted to find our neighbours Razamataz back in the water after 6 months of refit after a fire, and it was lovely to see everyone again.

Now we must start planning the next great adventure…. watch this space!

A sticky night on the boat and it’s fair to say I was not looking forward to today and another 21 locks. We had a good hour before we hit the first lock and found  ‘Bones’, a single handed chap called Ray waiting for us.

It’s fair to say that I wasn’t impressed as it’s more effort for no reward.  How wrong could I be.

We only opened one gate.  Toby would go in first and I’d be on the other side with my trusty rope on a Karabina dangling down, Toby would then pass through the centre rope, and I pulled the boat across, Bones came in second.  I then opened one paddle and one gate and we carried on like this for the morning.

We did intend to stop for lunch but as the locks were in our favour, so we decided to carry on through the flight at Stockton Locks.  Ray was very trusting of Toby and suggested we tie the two boats together and Toby steer both boats into the lock.

All 21 locks done and I hadn’t even broken a sweat!  We pushed our luck a bit too far in the late afternoon in the hope of getting to Braunston; it started raining so we decided to moor up a bit early and watch some Wimbledon tennis!

Today was a real melter. We set off at 8:15 to make a start before it got too hot, but it wasn’t long until the mercury started rising. We passed this cute little ‘house’ which made Sarah and I smile

We had some welcome relief from the heat when we went through Shrewley tunnel. What we hadn’t expected was quite such a cooling down from all the water dripping down, we both got quite wet!

The big challenge for today, other than the heat, was always going to be Hatton and its flight of 21 double locks.

Sensible folk would probably have moored up for the day and done it the next morning, but we don’t want to be sensible so we cracked on! Fortunately for us, another boat Verity turned up after we’d only gone down a couple, and with 5 20-somethings on board it made everything a lot easier, even if almost every lock was set against us.

Hatton is never easy and the heat was wilting, but after we refreshed everyone with some ice poles we eventually made it down to the bottom and said farewell to Verity and her lovely crew.

After that we were done in so moored up in the next available spot. We’re still melting, but things are gradually cooling down from the earlier 36C the thermometer was registering.

We awoke to blue skies and knew it was going to be a scorcher of a day. We left Stratford and a family of swans and signets decided to hitch a lift up the next two locks which slowed us down a little. The Wilmcote fight was a doddle with five volunteer lock keepers due to the Stratford River Festival, they welcomed the Cornish farings on offer.

A quick stop for lunch and we found ourselves behind a hire boat which meant emptying and filling every lock, we struggled a little with low water levels in some of the pounds.

The highlight has to be the Antony Gormley statue overlooking the lock Lowsonford, I took quite a few pictures but attach a couple.

25 locks done today but sadly no day of rest tomorrow as we reach the Grand Union Canal and back to double locks and the dreaded Hatton Flight!

We spent a quiet day in Stratford, doing a bit of shopping and then sitting in the front cratch gongoozling the comings and goings in the basin.

On our meanderings we also went past Shakespeare’s house – this is a rare photo without any tourists in front of it!

After chilling out in the afternoon

we met up with Richard and Jane for dinner at Encore and said farewell as we’d be setting of early the next morning whilst they were staying another day.

A rainy night and a drizzly morning led for a later than usual start, we enjoyed the rest and listened to the radio and the start of the Archers omnibus. The cooler weather was a welcome respite from the previous day’s heat and we made good progress on the River Avon.  It was only after we had passed Bidford Bridge that we saw the extent of the lorry crash the previous week.

Peter was following our progress and saw that we were close to Binton Bridge that had a webcam, we had great fun trying to find it and waving at anything and everything that looked like it could be a webcam.

We seemed to slowly move away from the countryside and past some beautiful houses and gardens on our approach to Stratford.  Sadly my karabinaeron a rope for Toby to pass the centre rope was left behind at Trinity Lock, all was not lost though as Richard on Casual Water kindly donated a proper karabiner – no pressure on leaving that behind then!

Leaving the River Avon and joining the Stratford Canal is no easy task as there is no landing station at the lock entrance.  We certainly weren’t prepared for the number of gongoozlers that steadily grew as we entered the lock, it wasn’t something that either Toby or I enjoyed and prefer the peace and quiet of the countryside.  Toby did a sterling job of reversing the boat on to the Pontoon and we enjoyed the evening view over Stratford.

Yesterday’s entertainment with the Pershore regatta continued this morning with more fun on the river, with the start line right next to our mooring.

We had a lazy morning (well I did anyway!) and later meandered up into town to see the old abbey and have a mosey around some of the shops. The jam doughnuts from the bakery on the high street were a definite highlight. We also liked the wood carving in the abbey grounds and the local toy shop!

We then set off mid-morning on a delightful sunny day up the river towards the George Billington Lock.  The old rope-ferry across the river is still in operation, and kindly dropped the rope for us to pass over it.

The fishermen were out en-masse for a competition – we lost count but reckon there were well over a hundred of them lining one bank for ages.  I managed one single friendly wave from the whole dour bunch of them!

After passing through Evesham we returned to the delights of the countryside

before eventually tying up just after George Billington lock, where there’s a lovely grassy bank perfect for sitting out on and enjoying a cold glass of wine with friends.

A prompt 8am start and Diglis Basin Lock, it’s hard to imagine that during the floods of 2014, the water level was higher than the top of the lock wall.

The River Severn was incredibly quiet with only a few boats and wide expanse of water.  We saw lots of wildlife although I missed the two kingfishers due to tea and loo breaks.

We very nearly missed the entrance on to the River Avon, there is a webcam on top of the lock keepers cottage and Peter was on stand by to take some screen shots (thanks Peter)

The River Avon kept us entertained with bridges, S Bends and Locks.

We decided to moor up after the lock at Pershore as there is a large mooring station with plenty of room.  Little did we expect the rowing regatta, luckily a kind couple let us moor against their boat.