We got going relatively early as I wanted to get to Stoke Bruerne and it’s famous canal museum. There was only seven locks and as many miles, but as Andrew had been on a canal holiday with Alison on the Llangollen Canal and had lost none of his expertise, it was a doddle.
Within minutes of leaving our mooring, we passed over the Great Ouze Aqueduct and although not as spectacular as the duo of aqueducts on the Llangollen, it is still quite an experience. We paused briefly at the interesting village of Cosgrove for water and supplies. The village was cut in two by the arrival of the canal and it was rejoined by a tiny tunnel and an extremely elegant road bridge.
We moored for lunch after the flight of five locks and then Andrew and I walked up to visit the musuem leaving Jacquie watching Wimbledon. I feel I have now seen as many canal museums as I need to, but it was enjoyable nevertheless, a drink in the Boat Inn and a brisk walk back to SKYY before the ice-creams melted completed the afternoon.
As the temperature cooled and the number of gongoozlers (onlookers) decreased we took SKKY up the remaining two locks. I decided there was enough room to turn her immediately above the lock, directly in front of the museum, fortunately there was, otherwise we would have looked very foolish in front of the remaining gongoozlers. We went straight back down these two locks and returned to almost our previous mooring, ready for returning Andrew to his car tomorrow. Another of Jacquie’s excellent meals taken in the sunshine rounded off the day.
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