We left our mooring at Norton Junction yesterday mid morning and headed up towards the Watford locks, seven locks four of which are staircase locks, that is there is no gap (pound) between the locks, as you leave one lock you enter directly into the next. These were good practice for the epic Foxton locks which will will be tackling next week sometime.
Caxton and Matilda Rose were the only boats on the move yesterday much of our 6 mile journey through ice. Jill and I walked with the dogs until reaching the Crick tunnel where we both boarded and disappeared into the bowels of our respective boats to tackle belated luncheons. We moored up adjacent to Crick village just below Crack Hill.
Today is a 'stay put day' so we slept late, had a leisurely breakfast and then walked across the fields into Crick for provisions. A bit of tidying and cleaning and wood cutting is about all that has been achieved today.
There has been one wee hiccup however, Greygal take note. Having clambered to the top of Crack Hill, a large pudding shaped hill left by a glacier, we were enjoying the view over miles and miles of Northants countryside when a movement caught my eye - moving sheep! Fast moving sheep! A quick headcount of dogs saw my heart sink - one missing! Sure enough Floyd was to be found behind this impromptu stampede. With visions of injured sheep and irate armed farmers I headed off at a hundred miles an hour down hill to stop the mayhem and capture the little git. Manic middle aged woman eventually seperated dog from his new companions and gasped her way back to the top of the hill to beat one happy hearing impaired lab to death!
Postnote: No animals were hurt, sheep or dogs... but my heart rate took a while to go down.