As we set out this morning the sun came out, promising another all too rare warm day. We had set our target as Woolhampton.
Woolhampton is famous, nay, notorious, for the problems transiting the swing bridge and lock pose.
With much application of throttle I managed to force her round and got into the lock without hitting anything. All this takes place under the critical eyes of the patrons of The Rowbarge as they sit in the garden of that hostelry, one wonders what those unfamiliar with boating think of it all.
That was enough for one day, we moored above the lock. In the woods we could hear a cuckoo calling, the first we've heard this year. Perhaps he was just commenting on our mental state?
We had just finished mooring when I espied a young lad peering through one of our portholes, so we invited him and his family to have a look at the boat. Oliver and Jane, it was a real pleasure to meet you and the boys.
Bad weather forecast for tomorrow so I feel we may remain here for a day or so.
Watch this space.............