'Are we wanting to go down the locks today?
Would we rather stay put perhaps?'
What about David and Amanda?
We could walk down and lock What a Lark through
Shall we do that then?
Yes, good idea
I'll let them know then.'
So, leaving Yarwood moored above the locks, Joe and I and dogs walked the mile or so to the top of the Foxton flight and waited for What a Lark at the water point. There were only two boats there so as soon as one cleared to go down WaL moved onto the water-point and filled the tank. Meanwhile, David booked in with the volunteer lock keeper, there were three working, and as soon as the tank was full we began the descent.
Joe and Amanda worked the paddles and the off side gate while I held onto the dogs and operated the nearside gates all the way down
What a Lark coming out of the first lock
David avoiding the soaking, rear doors closed and feet up position
A pint of Bridge 61, very nice too..