Good friends Steve & Caroline arrived at Ayhno Wharf at 9.30 Friday evening, but they were able to access the car park as the lovely lady in the shop had given me the code for the gate.
A bottle of bubbly, some pasta and a few more bottles of wine and the cabin lights started to dim and the water pump sounded a bit puny when the kettle was filled for coffee, when we realized that it was gone 2.30 in the morning and the batteries also wanted to go the sleep. Beds were made up and after some hysterical giggling from the rear cabin, slumber took us in its arms.
We awoke to rain pattering gently on the roof and to some it might have sounded like hammers pounding, but slowly the wind cleared the sky and our heads and off we set. The first lock we encountered was Somerton Deep at 12 ft., a scary introduction to locks for Steve and Caroline.
Our short cruise was terminated just below Allen’s Lock and bridge, at Upper Heyford, opposite the most magical back garden, which was bursting with gentle colours of lilac and cornflower blue, we think they were carefully cultivated wild flowers, but the effect was so enchanting that we decided to travel no further, especially as the Barley Mow was just a short walk through the lovely village.