Babcock was a brilliant mooring all other respects, nice meadow edge, loads of dog running space and all that, but it looks as if the pub, the Ferry, isn't open these days.
Sally briefly escaped from the boat and had a mad race round the meadow; it seems clear the non-Doberman bit of her is greyhound, from the way she was running (at high speed) for the sheer pleasure of it, then came back looking smug and contented. She'd orbited a large tree in the middle of the field twice, trailing a sonic boom.
Today, we set out to go to Radcot, but it all took longer than expected, so we were very glad to find a mooring above Rushey Lock. It's not marked on any of the guides, but there's a couple of other boats here, and the meadow edge is again well trimmed, with good deep water alongside.
That'll have to do for now; Lechlade tomorrow, probably.
