|Glenda had been more than a bit nervous of taking our butty out since the last time with our altracation with the cruiser Waynetta|
and the pig of a man that owned it. But she finally consented to taking both boats out.
|Moored on Denford unofficial moorings.|
|Nene locks are great for a breasted pair.|
|The Friends of the river Nene's Peartree Farm mooring|
|A lovely quiet spot.|
So off we go again, heading to the next disaster...
As we approached Upper Barnwell lock a cruiser overtook us, we arrived at the lock and they were still on the lock landing, I had to rough moor on the offside until they went into the lock, as I moved across to the lock landing Glenda shouted that a narrowboat was coming upstream, we moored as far back as we could go to give them room. I lifted the engine board and checked the oil pressure gauge which had stopped working, Glenda shouted to me to come into the lock, she never lets me cast off normally, I had to go between the boats as I couldn't get of the stern, I started to go into the lock and Glenda shouted that their were two narrowboats coming down behind me, I looked back then took a step forward and fell down the engine 'ole! Badly injuring my leg and then landing full force on my rib, breaking a rib and badly winding me.
I suddenly realised I was still steaming into the lock, I had hell of a job to reach up to the speedwheel to slow the pair and get Freyja into reverse.
|Glenda wanted to take me to A & E, I said there was no point, so we carried on to the Ashton moorings|
|I insisted we walked up to the Chequered Skipper pub, as I knew I'd seize up if I stayed put.|
|Headlight and navigation lights work OK.|
|Moored at Titmarsh|
|I love this view of our boats.|
The TWATS! (The Wadenhoe and Tansor Swimmers) in action.
|At Islip lock.|
|We joined LyndZ Read for her annual Standup Paddle Board festival at the Friends of the river Nene's Woodford Moorings.|
|Glenda and LyndZ enjoying the remnants of last night's fire and a nice breakfast.|