Wasn't the weather weird? Rain, and the faversham burning away, then hot and sunny, then cloudy and cold.... were never sure what to wear!
The top of the Ashby has been extended - by 50yards! A new stop lock has been put in, ready for the extension to be dug to connect a few more miles up, anyone got £14.2M to complete it? Of course it wasn't helped by the English Nature people, who insisted on a £125k ditch to be dug, and filled with water for "nature" to happen. (if you look hard you can see it to our st'bord) Hang on - the whole 20 odd miles of the Ashby is a "ditch" waiting for nature to happen - why dig a seperate one? Sometimes government quango's are a complete and utter waste of money, divorced totally from any reality of life, and as a result waste peoples money. (did I say "sometimes"? I haven't found a quango that hasn't been that yet - unellected, useless beurocrats, that waste our money on nothing.....)
Anyway, rant over - and so is the cruise. As K2 rests back on the timber of the pontoon she sits on, no doubt telling the tale of shallow canals, mud and odd moorings to Gleemaiden, Nerus and Helva. Arrival home via a refuelling stop alongside Ghosty Hill somewhere north of Sutton Stop, and superbly blocking the Coventry with three abreast, and Iain and Alisons real working boat sandwiched between two "customers" and a totally uneventful trip along the North Oxford. What next? K2 is back to being an office.
This is your captain - that's all...