10th October
As if as a reward for the hard day yesterday, we woke up to sunshine which stuck around pretty much all day. It was positively warm again with little wind. And the extra bonus was that today's journey had only one lock and two swing bridges as well as being beautiful.
This is all familiar territory for Pete. He has taken part in the Devizes to Westminster canoe race several times. But interestingly, although he knows the canal, he often says "I don't remember seeing that" about a distant view or a house and of course had not checked out any pubs along the way. But his memory of locks, bridges, woods and scenery is amazing. He can plot the route to time our day without looking at the map. Once moored in Wootten Rivers, he paddled off to relive some memories, but perhaps not so fast and focused this time!
This has been the most glorious autumn day, crows cawing, leaves drifting and a low warm sun. As we trickle along through the vale, with fluffy white clouds above hills on one side and woods on the other, the fire's chimney chuffs promising us a cosy evening; the temperature will drop off at sunset and the night become damp and misty.
Went to the pub and left a chicken burning in the oven!!
Pickled Hill - Celtic field terracing
Lady's Bridge (1808 and attributed to Rennie)
Lady Susannah Wroughton's appeasement to her objection of the canal being cut through her land.
As if as a reward for the hard day yesterday, we woke up to sunshine which stuck around pretty much all day. It was positively warm again with little wind. And the extra bonus was that today's journey had only one lock and two swing bridges as well as being beautiful.
This is all familiar territory for Pete. He has taken part in the Devizes to Westminster canoe race several times. But interestingly, although he knows the canal, he often says "I don't remember seeing that" about a distant view or a house and of course had not checked out any pubs along the way. But his memory of locks, bridges, woods and scenery is amazing. He can plot the route to time our day without looking at the map. Once moored in Wootten Rivers, he paddled off to relive some memories, but perhaps not so fast and focused this time!
This has been the most glorious autumn day, crows cawing, leaves drifting and a low warm sun. As we trickle along through the vale, with fluffy white clouds above hills on one side and woods on the other, the fire's chimney chuffs promising us a cosy evening; the temperature will drop off at sunset and the night become damp and misty.
Went to the pub and left a chicken burning in the oven!!
Pickled Hill - Celtic field terracing
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