29th/30th June
Cruising the Avon upstream in warm sunshine. This river is much prettier and altogether gentler in my opinion than the muscular Severn. No high banks here and plenty of rolling hills and fields either side to watch slide past, dotted with attractive pubs and large houses.
Self service double heavy locks again though which Pete managed and I drove into and out of. It wasn't until the third one that it dawned on us that as we were going upstream, Pete could just step back onto the boat after he had opened the gates and while we were still in the lock and stopped, because you are expected to leave your exit gates open. Before this we had been trickily manoeuvring so that he could climb on from around the gate as I drove out! Twits, still getting things wrong after some 20years of boating!
We moored in Pershore around 3.45, in hot sunshine. A mooring we have been on before, opposite the FC and on a park. Doors and windows all open until bedtime, this weather is fantastic.
On 30th, we lazed. Pete went to buy our ticket to the Stratford River Festival (on foot as he had discovered that the Wyre Piddle office was not easily accessed by canoe). We now have a mooring with a view awaiting us. Baking hot day and a kindly chap tricycled along the bank selling ice creams, which of course was a must have. He told us he was the happiest man alive today as he had just secured a job at the age of 63 - clearly ice cream man was not his true profession. He has been offered a position as a physics and maths teacher in Jordan. Pete explained we weren't local and where exactly is Jordan? He replied " next door to Israel" haha, we just didn't think he would be going that far for a job at his age! Good luck to him.
We met my father's cousin Peter and Gillian his wife at the Angel Inn for dinner, which was very pleasant and it's so nice to catch up with people on our travels. They live in Worcester and Guildford in turn and have a very busy life with lots of children and grandchildren between them. Gillian used to teach at my old school in Chigwell and would have been there when my sister and I were, but I don't remember her. It was interesting to hear of old teachers and what became of them. So many names I had forgotten. A nice evening and they were very interested in and appreciative of our little boat when they came aboard for an after dinner cuppa. I always think people are going to think we are bonkers to happily live in a pencil case on water. The food at the pub was very good, we must remember it for next time.
Cruising the Avon upstream in warm sunshine. This river is much prettier and altogether gentler in my opinion than the muscular Severn. No high banks here and plenty of rolling hills and fields either side to watch slide past, dotted with attractive pubs and large houses.
Self service double heavy locks again though which Pete managed and I drove into and out of. It wasn't until the third one that it dawned on us that as we were going upstream, Pete could just step back onto the boat after he had opened the gates and while we were still in the lock and stopped, because you are expected to leave your exit gates open. Before this we had been trickily manoeuvring so that he could climb on from around the gate as I drove out! Twits, still getting things wrong after some 20years of boating!
We moored in Pershore around 3.45, in hot sunshine. A mooring we have been on before, opposite the FC and on a park. Doors and windows all open until bedtime, this weather is fantastic.
On 30th, we lazed. Pete went to buy our ticket to the Stratford River Festival (on foot as he had discovered that the Wyre Piddle office was not easily accessed by canoe). We now have a mooring with a view awaiting us. Baking hot day and a kindly chap tricycled along the bank selling ice creams, which of course was a must have. He told us he was the happiest man alive today as he had just secured a job at the age of 63 - clearly ice cream man was not his true profession. He has been offered a position as a physics and maths teacher in Jordan. Pete explained we weren't local and where exactly is Jordan? He replied " next door to Israel" haha, we just didn't think he would be going that far for a job at his age! Good luck to him.
We met my father's cousin Peter and Gillian his wife at the Angel Inn for dinner, which was very pleasant and it's so nice to catch up with people on our travels. They live in Worcester and Guildford in turn and have a very busy life with lots of children and grandchildren between them. Gillian used to teach at my old school in Chigwell and would have been there when my sister and I were, but I don't remember her. It was interesting to hear of old teachers and what became of them. So many names I had forgotten. A nice evening and they were very interested in and appreciative of our little boat when they came aboard for an after dinner cuppa. I always think people are going to think we are bonkers to happily live in a pencil case on water. The food at the pub was very good, we must remember it for next time.
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