A murky misty morning which turned out to be a cracking sunny day, we left our mooring and heading down the Oxford canal, passing unusual ridge and furrow field patterns this is evidence of medieval farming, where each villager cleared forest land and ploughed individual strips throwing the soil to the centre, all running parallel to each other made up of a furlong, a dozen of these furlong were the fenced off.
We carry on pass the village of Braunston and then our time on the Oxford canal is complete as we now turn on to the Grand Union Canal, at this junction I pay a visit to The Midland Chandelier and purchase a couple more canal guide books for our future travels.
We moor up in an idyllic spot, and I paint a bit of the boat, the bits which gets scraped as I enter and leave the locks, we also give the exterior a clean, before settling outside in a lovely sunny afternoon, with the odd boat passing, otherwise just the sound of the birds to keep us company.
Soon it dinner time and again another night without television, just music on the iPod, speak to you tomorrow.
A poor boat that's seen better days .
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