We're off to Stratford

Tuesday morning was beautiful, just as Monday had been. And it was my 63rd birthday, to boot. So what better day to set off toward Stratford-upon-Avon? It starts, of course, with the now very familiar trip through Crick and the tunnel, Watford Locks, and Norton Junction, which is where we spent the night, opposite the rusty BW butty.

When I woke at around 7:00 the next morning, it was pouring with rain. It had been raining during the night, too. I turned over in bed, and said to Grace, "Rain before 7, fine before 11", one of those sayings of my mum which I don't often use. It was fine before 8 as it happened, and we set out again under a blue, sunny sky.

Approaching Norton Junction

After a very busy Braunston Tunnel - the busiest and most hazardous we'd ever seen it! - we paired up with NB Lady Esther down the locks. The canal was busy today. 

We moored immediately before the junction at Braunston for a leisurely lunch, after which we turned left under the bridge and moved a couple of miles up to bridge 100, where we stopped for the night.