Early start and off we went.
At lock seven we met Leon, a local character who turns the odd penny helping boats up and down the flight. Borrowing a windlass he soon had us organised and we were going like a long dog. We flew down the flight, not only was he an expert locker but he was an amusing companion as well. An echo of the hobblers from the days of the working boats.
Almost before we realised we were snugged in at Northampton and Leon had found another crew in need of a helping hand and was heading back up the locks.
Everybody seems to write Northampton down but we were pleasantly surprised by the number of interesting buildings in the centre.
Snooker still absorbing our time but tomorrow we head off down the Nene, pronounced Nenn hereabouts.
Watch this space..........