Something obviously got lost in translation...
Joe stops short of bridge 72 and waves through a boat that was following him. Is something wrong?
I walk back towards to Yarwood to hear Joe telling the passing boat, "I'm picking up my wife."
Is he? Why? me thinks..
I get Joe to moor up on the 48hr mooring above the locks and enquire as to the change of plan.
"What change of plan?" he asks
"The one where you decide to pick me up and wave boats through in front of us to the locks." I reply
"I thought I was picking you up..."
Deep breath.. Let's just moor up and call it a day and I will do lunch shall I?
So here we be Hillmorton, just short of Rugby.
It occurred to me as I tramped the 7 miles to this point that the only time we have been along this particular stretch of canal was December 2008 on our very first outing with Jill and Graham on Nb Matilda Rose, long time ago....
On the service point
Tonight's mooring above Hillmorton