Well done Lyons Boatyard

After the Sunday boatyard shuffle to make room for MR, we woke on Sunday morning to a  ' bridge' across the canal - G was adamant that he had tied the front rope of the boat in question. I believe him.

 

 The yard rectified our vibration problem by redoing the job and replacing the engine mounts they had suggested, with the recommended Vetus mounts - no arguments, no hassle, no charge (we just paid the difference in mount costs) and there is now no more noise or vibration in our living quarters than if the genny is running. When you fork out a load of money for a job and it's not right it leaves you with a big sick feeling of, at best, hassle and court cases. Not so here; everything was put right with no quibble or ill feeling. So thank you Sarah.

Then look who turned up - I assumed she was round to borrow a cup of sugar but, no, she was after G's sewing machine. My boys were delighted to see her of course, but no Floyd & Fletcher???
The two boats will be back together very soon to continue our much delayed cruise to Chester (fingers crossed)

Have we missed spring & summer?

We delayed our return to the North Stratford due to the strong winds, but the forecast was worse still for Sunday so we filled with water and set off on Saturday. We were surprised to come across this blanket of leaves impeding our progress, it was just like autumn. I hate travelling when its windy, he - understandably - gets very stressed and I do everything wrong.

 It was generally miserable and overcast so the pictures didn't come out too well

 MR turning onto the N. Stratford at Kings Norton junction - the dogs and I failing to keep up with the wind driven rocket man.

 Under the disused wooden guillotine stop lock, ready to thumb a lift, out of the wind's impact on MR

 On Sunday we went exploring in the new parkland off of bridge 4 - it's good now, but will be glorious when it's matured.

 We helped the boatyard move some boats around in the wind to make space for MR

May not look an ideal mooring to you and I, but rummaging under these huts was Daisy heaven.

More pics from the 'new' mainline BCN

It's so dramatic and  so much larger than life compared to the little country canals we're usually found pottering on.