We raced through Blisworth Tunnel in a mere 26 minutes, and maintained that pace as much as we were able for the rest of the day. Blisworth, Gayton Junction, Bugbrooke, Heyford, Stowe Hill, Weedon. The countryside is lovely, but it would have been even more so if it had been bathed in sunlight.
There's an ancient church in Weedon, right next to the canal. A good mooring's provided for visitors. We've passed it several times now, and keep saying that we'll pay it a visit "next time", but the desire to keep going won today. It's not a long drive by car from yelvertoft, so we'll visit at a later, warmer date.
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Today, 1st June, Grace and I visited Weedon, and the church. And we're glad we did.
It's worth noting that the mooring by the church is a good one, for several boats. There's a path from it down steps and through the churchyard to the village, where there is a good OneStop shop and a "Post Office"
I've been collecting a list of the silliest boat names we come across. Today, I added to it. Beneath Moose Drool, Laughing Gravy and The Slowness of Cows, I added Tegg's Nose! This turns out to be the name of a park in Macclesfield, but it's a flipping odd name for a park, too, isn't it?? As Moose Drool is, for a beer? And Laughing Gravy for a film, a restaurant or a band? And The Slowness of Cows for a song? But, hey - I like odd!
After a quick sarnie shortly before the Buckby Flight, we moved on to the bottom gate, quite expecting to be faced with the same problem as we've had here twice before - the water coming over the top gates faster than it can leave the bottom sluices. But no, we got in fine, joined by a boat with two new boaters under instruction from an old tar from Willow Wren Training. They'd been out for a while, and now just wanted to ascend this lock, wind, and return back down it.
At the second lock up, we met another boat on the way down, and enjoyed the fact that each lock after that was empty, in our favour. So we climbed the flight quickly, and moored finally not far below Top Lock.
As I write, the wind is rocking the boat considerably, rain is thrashing on the roof. And it's May the day after tomorrow!
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