Friday, 1 May 2009

A Spot of Bovver Wiv Me Blogger

We had one of these for dinner tonight.
I keep trying to tell you how I came to be sitting on a shiny red Ducati 748 on a shiny Steve Hudson NB called Taurean, but I typed it out 3 times yesterday, and saved it, and each time I tried to publish it, two-thirds of the story was missing! So now I'm bored with repeating myself (I don't know why really, it doesn't usually bother me) & you are just going to get the short version. I think I must have typed it in invisible ink (we had such fun with that stuff when we were kids). It's a shame you'll never get to read the full, unexpurgated version - it really was the funniest, cleverist piece of writing you'll ever have read. Never mind, the important thing is that if anyone sees Paula and John on Taurean heading down the Grand Union towards London, please refer them to our blog as we were having such a good time that we forgot to exchange E mails and have no way of getting in touch (although it could have been deliberate on their part!).

When we arrived at the bottom of Watford locks, this old barge thingy had come away from it's moorings. Leaving G trying to re-capture it, I set off up the flight to report in to the lock keeper as instructed. I mentioned the barge thingy blocking the bottom lock, 'not my problem, Section 8'. Sorry pal, if it's blocking your lock flight on the run into a bank holiday weekend, it's just become your problem. Obviously didn't get a great degree at charm school. After we helped him tether it, he was completely different and we had a good laugh & a good chinwag as there wasn't another boat about as we went up - in fact we sat in the top lock for a good half hour gassing with Mrs lock keeper.

The interior picture was my rubbish attempt at trying to take a picture of one of the 2 boats passing us in Crick Tunnel (it frightens the shit out of me) - probably 'cause I was breathing in in an attempt to make us thinner.

We moored up just through so that I could don a rucksack and get myself drowned humping food back from Crick Co-op having forgotten to provision at Braunston.

It seems strange re-visiting this area and walking it without the company of Lesley, Fletcher & Floyd from NB Caxton-it's certainly warmer and drier than it was when we hoofed it along here in December.

We carried on for a bit & moored by Crick Marina, where this, very territorial, Robin was very angry with Daisy -who was, in fairness, ignoring him- and making so much racket that we had to fetch her in to shut him up, just so we could hear ourselves think!

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