It turned out that the mooring was halfway between the two villages.
I remember waxing lyrical about Hemingford Grey, I believe I called it, "The most chocolate box perfect village anywhere." Well I was mistaken.
Best of all though was the fact that it sits on a dead end road, so no through traffic. We strolled up the High Street hand in hand, only having to dodge the occasional Chelsea tractor.
Watch this space........