Clayworth

We quickly transferred the remaining items for home to the car which we had parked close by overnight. We anticipated that it would be easier here than at the reserved moorings at Clayworth.

Just before 8, Christine set off with the boat to cruise the three miles left top Clayworth, whilst Mike took the car. After locating the exact place where we were to leave the boat, he walked in to the village and then down a footpath to a previous bridge where he had arranged to meet Christine.

Old Man Bridge 72

As he walked along to see where she had reached, a weed harvester came by, but as it had just turned around, the driver did had not seen Take Five.

Weed Harvester

Before long, Christine came around the corner. Although it is only possible to make about 2 miles an hour along this canal, the scenery is very beautiful and, on a sunny day, a pleasant experience.

At Bridge 69, Mike jumped aboard and before long we were at Clayworth. The allocated mooring space - normally used by someone who is away all summer, proved to be inch-perfect! That is to say, we are fender-to-fender with the boats either side.

After emptying the elsan and the final shut-down of the boat we locked up, paid the mooring dues to the friendly caretaker and set off on the six hour journey back home.

3 miles - 0 locks