Yet again we found ourselves chugging along from Hillmorton to Braunston, this time in ideal conditions, warm, calm and sunny. A 7.30 start got us here between ten and half past; as we hoped, there was a space on our favourite stretch between bridges 89 and 90, so that we have the choice of the long walk to the village along the towpath to Butchers Bridge and then the slog up that footpath, or the quick walk up the fields to come out by the church.
We didn't get up Hillmorton quite as quickly as usual, as the pound between the top and middle locks was a good foot down, and I had to creep Sanity Again along, dropping into neutral from time to time whilst we ground over something below us.
I began to think that Sheila was going to have to run some water down from the pound above, but we just made it over the cill and into the lock.
On a more positive note, the collapsing bridges, 79 and 80, now look very much better thanks to the combined efforts of the CRT contractor and WRG. It's a good prognostication for future collaborations, hopefully.
Apart from popping up into the village for bread and stuff, we've been alternately relaxing in the sunshine on the bow and doing a bit of internal boatwork. This latter involved removing two of the mushroom vent covers and four cupboard door knobs which either hadn't been lacquered at all or where the lacquer had worn off.
Sheila blazed away with the Brasso getting them shiny again and I then applied two coats of Incralac to keep them that way.
Tomorrow we'll collect my repeat prescription from the Post Office here, catch a bus into Rugby to get it filled and do a bit of other shopping in the big metropolis.
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