19th May
Yesterday was sunny and warm, which meant we could start our journey. The stretch from our mooring to Marston Doles and Napton locks never fails to cheer us, it's winding route through the greened-up countryside with fields of sheep and lambs and the canal lined with frothy cow parsley is England at it's best.
We moored just before the bottom lock and went straight to The Folly pub for refreshment. My pint of ginger beer shandy decided to aquaplane down the sloping table and land in my lap. Not a pleasant feeling and a strange coincidence as my onboard drink the night before had ended up on my shoes and the floor. Both of these glasses had been full! I must learn to keep an eye on wandering drinks in the future.
There is always some gossip or intrigue going on. On our mooring on our first night, police were darting up and down the towpath anxiously looking for a woman in red. They found her, but frustratingly, we never learned why she was missing in the first place. Our neighbour told Pete of the death of another boater they both knew and Pete, surprised, double checked which character it was: the one with the dog? The next day whilst he was painting the boat roof, the deceased chap walked past with his dog and gave a cheery hello, which understandably spooked Pete considerably - he did manage to hold back a shocked "I thought you'd died" thankfully, but definitely thought he'd seen a ghost. It remains a mystery which boatman has actually died.
Yesterday was sunny and warm, which meant we could start our journey. The stretch from our mooring to Marston Doles and Napton locks never fails to cheer us, it's winding route through the greened-up countryside with fields of sheep and lambs and the canal lined with frothy cow parsley is England at it's best.
We moored just before the bottom lock and went straight to The Folly pub for refreshment. My pint of ginger beer shandy decided to aquaplane down the sloping table and land in my lap. Not a pleasant feeling and a strange coincidence as my onboard drink the night before had ended up on my shoes and the floor. Both of these glasses had been full! I must learn to keep an eye on wandering drinks in the future.
There is always some gossip or intrigue going on. On our mooring on our first night, police were darting up and down the towpath anxiously looking for a woman in red. They found her, but frustratingly, we never learned why she was missing in the first place. Our neighbour told Pete of the death of another boater they both knew and Pete, surprised, double checked which character it was: the one with the dog? The next day whilst he was painting the boat roof, the deceased chap walked past with his dog and gave a cheery hello, which understandably spooked Pete considerably - he did manage to hold back a shocked "I thought you'd died" thankfully, but definitely thought he'd seen a ghost. It remains a mystery which boatman has actually died.
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