We stopped seven locks
short of the bottom of the Hatton flight on Thursday night and my plan for
Friday was to get down another five of them whilst Karen was at work. We wanted to moor just above the second lock
up – Peter and Wendy were moored there when we first met them and we thought it
was a great spot then. They cruise a
similar pattern to us as they both work in Warwick.
When we saw them moored in
that spot in January the flight was closed above them for winter maintenance so
they were able to stay there for a few weeks without being asked to move
on. A similar situation to the one we
had at Lapworth in February where we didn’t move for seven weeks.
Karen left for work even
earlier than usual and I got up soon afterwards as I fancied an early morning
cruise but it started raining just as I was going to set out at 6.30 so I
decided to leave it until later. As it
was, it kept drizzling when I did set off and the wind had got a lot stronger. Some of the locks are quite exposed so I had
to be really careful not to lose the boat when setting them or closing them up.
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Getting the second lock of the day
ready, just below the unsurprisingly named Ugly bridge
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We had no mishaps on the
way down and met no other boats. Once we
were moored up a few boats went past but not as many as I had seen on other
days this week.
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Our mooring for Friday
night and possibly the weekend
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When I set out on Thursday
and started locking before Karen came home, I took a selfie and sent it to our
family Whatsup group that we call FAMSpam.
I am always ridiculed for not being able to take selfies without pulling
a silly face so I wanted to show them that I could.
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The selfie whilst locking
on Thursday
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Of course, they all took
the mickey and Karen sent a message that she wouldn’t come home if I was
looking like that.
I took another one whilst
locking today and it met with some approval from the family.
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Selfie taken on Friday
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We are now just over two
miles from Karen’s office and she parked in the estate by the Saltisford arm
when she came home. I met her there and
we walked into Warwick for a drink and a meal.
Unfortunately, the skies burst when I was walking along the towpath to
meet her but at least I had packed our waterproof coats in the backpack. I had forgotten the waterproof trousers so by
the time we got into town our jeans were soaked through. We agreed not to mention how wet and
uncomfortable our legs felt whilst having our meal! It wasn’t raining quite so hard on the way
home and it was only a mile to walk so didn’t take long.
We may well stay here for the weekend and do some more exploring of Warwick.
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