There’s a slight chandlers and other everyday nik-naks on sale. Beer and whisky…. Lot’s of these marina boaters get drunk, slip off the pontoons and find themselves in 12ft of water. It’s a common cause of death the people at Barton Turns marina said. They’d had at least 2 ppl who’d died that way. But Barton Turns marina is a big marina.
Still. Deep water and alcohol don’t mix well.
At least if you fall in on the cut, you can stand up and walk to shore!
Luckily, nowadays, I don’t have to put on any work gear, as there is no longer any work…. otherwise I would be moaning more vehemently about these long skidmarks of mud along my journey toward where the car is parked.
A couple of days I’ve had to don wellies to get through, but generally I can just skirt around the edges.
Or thereabouts. Out in the Leicestershire countryside…
Got my weekly shop done with the aid of the panniers I bought for my tour-de-wales whilst I moored the boat close to this bridge.
Didn’t really get much of a look around Hinckley. I knew it was going to be a case of moving quick and getting out of the rain.
Which I did.
Contrasts from the Grand Union
First big differences:
Less boat traffic: Far less. By 10am moored at my last location, maybe you’ve had 6-10 boats gone past. By 10 here, it’s more like 1-3. So, less boat traffic.
Lack of noise: Wherever you go in Northamptonshire, apart from Stoke Bruerne and Braunston, you’re going to get the sound of the railway or the sound of the motorway, or both. Here’s there’s nothing, just the sound of the birds cheeping.
You could say it’s like a country idyll.
There are a couple of farm shops.
It’s got it all! Sunshine… Phone signal…. Parking….
The only thing it doesn’t have is a waterpoint within walking, or even cycling distance.
So not quite all.
It’s getting there.
There are many ducks.
Yesterday I cycled and picked my car up from Northamptonshire.
Took me and hour and 50 minutes. 26 miles. Not bad.