Bugbrooke to Weedon Bec

Monday, yet again, dawned chilly. We really didn't pick a good time to clip these dogs out; they seemed to be having a duvet day! We decided to move on to Weedon Bec as I was desperately in need of vegetables and there is a good greengrocer there

 We moored on the other side this time, at the back of the church

 far more convenient for the village and it's shops

 I love these wonky windows

 a quick panic when I discovered the veg shop closed, but I was re-directed to the new site round the corner. The 'couldn't be bovvered' girl behind the counter said it was different people but, as she didn't know  her radishes from her courgettes, who knows. It was disappointing - the expected high prices but not very fresh looking. Between there and the One Stop I managed to get enough

 On returning to the boat, G had the boat in bits again

 installing this pipe which is part of our new sewage arrangements to do with going to France

 as it was to do with sewage and Daisy was happily in charge (as always), I dumped the shopping and headed off with the dogs

 towards Church Stowe

 unfortunately it was too late in the day to continue on to the Old Dairy Farm that Sue had recommended

 so that will have to wait until on the way back from blacking

 Sadly, the mooring area on the tow path side at Weedon Bec is turning into a tip - this was the poo bin and the rubbish skip area was appalling, but I ran out of camera battery at this point - I noticed that the skips were emptied later, but not the disgusting mess all around resulting from the overflow

As this was only a shopping stop, we planned to move on in the morning and I fell asleep praying/dreaming for a hire boat full of  strapping athletic males to lock up the Buckby flight with us. My back seems to be OK again, but this flight would be the test - the Buckby flight is a pig.