SUNDAY 7TH SEPTEMBER 2008
In the morning we completed the remaining four locks of the Braunston flight and entered Braunston tunnel just as the sky was beginning to brighten, when we emerged the other side, the weather was amazingly quite sunny. The tunnel was full of boats coming the other way, one of which sounded as if it was full Maori warriors, that in fact turned out to be Pirates, of the Stag Night variety,with the biggest Jolly Roger flag I’ve ever seen flying from the stern.
The New Inn at Norton Junction beckoned, we moored a little further up the canal, so that the exercise needed to walk to and from the pub would balance the guilt of my Baptist upbringing brought on by being in a pub two nights running.
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