Woke up on Tuesday morning in the crooked house. Doors had swung shut that don't normally and the whole boat was on an angle. We'd moored between two locks, perfectly natural practice, but it seemed one was leaking, so through the night whilst locks were not being used the pound had lost water. Pete out at 6am in freezing cold filling it up again to get us afloat.
A horrible day's boating in a viscous wind which pushed me to the side every time we came to a lock and then I struggled to get off. 12 years of experience and I still get it wrong, push the nose out (if you can against the wind) and the stern bangs along the metal edging taking the newly done paintwork off in chunks! Pete is far better at it of course but we needed him to do the heavy lock gates.
Anyway, eventually moored up at Braunston Turn in sunshine albeit still freezing cold. Hot showers, hot dinner and another cosy evening put it all back into perspective.
A horrible day's boating in a viscous wind which pushed me to the side every time we came to a lock and then I struggled to get off. 12 years of experience and I still get it wrong, push the nose out (if you can against the wind) and the stern bangs along the metal edging taking the newly done paintwork off in chunks! Pete is far better at it of course but we needed him to do the heavy lock gates.
Anyway, eventually moored up at Braunston Turn in sunshine albeit still freezing cold. Hot showers, hot dinner and another cosy evening put it all back into perspective.
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