Very, very, strange being back on the narrow canal that is the South Oxford - it must be two and a half years since we were on a narrow (apart from the short link up the Rothersthorpe flight from The Nene to the Grand Union).
I was absolutely shattered from the sheer concentration after the first couple of hours and chucked the tiller at Sue so as I could walk my dogs - it's what I do on canals - for the last two locks and lift bridge. Those bends; you'll never get bingo wings! Baxter quickly assumed his old locking position
The fellers pulling up behind us outside the Jolly Boatmen at Thrupp
G having enjoyed helming NP for a change
they were a bit behind us as they'd stopped to harvest some excellent wood
Talking of wood ......
We moved up to Shipton on Cherwell this morning after a visit from a fuel specialist engineer - G will do that technical blog later. We met up with Bones and Maffi last night - the latter was just leaving the lift bridge to set off on his winter travels as we approached it this morning
that's a wicked turn after the bridge; but with Maffi having left at least that first boat wasn't breasted up and that gives you another 7ft.
Here come Sue and Sir on NP
Sue cracked it in one as well
Moored in one of our favourite places, Daisy glares at Meg and poses for a nice pic
and Sue and I and the dogs trundled off around the village in a vain search for apples