19th August
We moved just South of Banbury on the afternoon I arrived back, moored and had a quiet evening, then set off next morning on a sunny but windy Tuesday along this familiar stretch to a favourite mooring, Somerton. The picturesque five bar gate across the field from our mooring has gone though. In its place is a sheep pen!
The locks are spaced out along this stretch and I am ashamed to say I let Pete operate them all as I know some of the bottom gates are too heavy for me. There are quite a few boats out, it being the summer hols, so there were a couple of lock queues to wait for but nothing too long - just long enough to give you the chance to put the kettle on again. One daft boater came at me through a bridge, lined up perfectly to pass us then looked the other way so that his steering went to pot and he was heading straight for us and didn't even realise. Pete was ready to yell from the bow and I had to stop but not before I had nudged a moored boat unfortunately. No damage done and nothing dangerous, but the driver seemed oblivious to the chaos he had caused, just said sorry with a laugh as he came past. Hey ho!
We stocked up at the Pig Place once again, another favourite haunt for the pigs we are! The weather had been kind to us all day but just as we put our chairs up on the bank, a shower came upon us. Pete decided to go canoeing in it instead ( the rain, not the chair!)
We had no neighbours for the night; beautifully peaceful, just the ducks quacking.
Somerton Deep Lock
We moved just South of Banbury on the afternoon I arrived back, moored and had a quiet evening, then set off next morning on a sunny but windy Tuesday along this familiar stretch to a favourite mooring, Somerton. The picturesque five bar gate across the field from our mooring has gone though. In its place is a sheep pen!
The locks are spaced out along this stretch and I am ashamed to say I let Pete operate them all as I know some of the bottom gates are too heavy for me. There are quite a few boats out, it being the summer hols, so there were a couple of lock queues to wait for but nothing too long - just long enough to give you the chance to put the kettle on again. One daft boater came at me through a bridge, lined up perfectly to pass us then looked the other way so that his steering went to pot and he was heading straight for us and didn't even realise. Pete was ready to yell from the bow and I had to stop but not before I had nudged a moored boat unfortunately. No damage done and nothing dangerous, but the driver seemed oblivious to the chaos he had caused, just said sorry with a laugh as he came past. Hey ho!
We stocked up at the Pig Place once again, another favourite haunt for the pigs we are! The weather had been kind to us all day but just as we put our chairs up on the bank, a shower came upon us. Pete decided to go canoeing in it instead ( the rain, not the chair!)
We had no neighbours for the night; beautifully peaceful, just the ducks quacking.
Somerton Deep Lock
Location:Somerton
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