Not far from London. Closer than Aynho at any rate…
So here I am after my first days cruising close to the village above named.
My clothes are damp, my dinner is cooking, the fire is lit, the whiskey it out.
I managed to make it just over 10 miles before the sun went down.
It rained pretty much all day.
Never that heavy, but just persistent low cloud rain. It added it’s slippery touch to the lock paving stones and brickage, making it a fertile ground for breaking one’s neck…
I wondered as I made my way down the locks, how solo female boaters do it in the rain. These big heavy lock gates were barely moveable by me. At I’m a big strong man.
If it is even possible, why do they bother? In the rain, it just seems dangerous.
Probably explains why I met not more than 4 boats on that 10-11 mile journey.
It’s better not to bother.
Still…. I did bother and here I am…..
I’m feeling soooo tired.
Here’s some pictures from today.
Slept like a log.
Feeling refreshed as a fighting fantasy adventurer.