Here is Caxton nestled at her mooring in Brinklow Marina. We arrived yesterday lunchtime having travelled from Hawkesbury junction in lashing wind and rain. I started out walking with the two dogs but the tow path was in appalling condition and I was struggling to wade through glutinous mud and deep puddles; walk abandoned, we boarded Caxton at a convenient bridgehole and I disappeared inside attend to household tasks leaving Joe a solitary windswept figure on the back of the boat. Emerging from my warm sanctum about thirty minutes before we arrived a Brinklow, I joined Joe to help bring the boat into the marina where we were warmly greeted by Steve of Nb K2 as we ushered Caxton onto our allotted berth.
Later that afternoon we had just arrived back at the boat with bags of provisions when Jill of Matilda Rose called in to say hello. This morning, Joe has taken the car and returned to Lincolnshire to collect mail, check the house and pick up one or two items that were forgotten. I walked into the village of Brinklow to have a look around and get a paper. This is the parish church of St. John the Baptist which sits in the heart of the village and just in front of a Motte and Bailey castle; the two dogs and I will be off again in the morning to have a better look at what Brinklow has to offer.