We had high expectations for Welford. Our friends, Dom and Helen had been moored there for a few months a few years ago and enjoyed it. As the rest of the arm, it is shallow, but the fun bit was that having gone through the Welford lock, we were on the highest pound on the Grand Union Canal. Not Everest, but a high point for us! The pictures show the lock and the lovely landscape.We were moored there on the 25th and stayed through to the morning of the 28th. On the 25th, Elizabeth knitted her way through two bus journeys to collect Reg from Crick via Northampton. on the 26th, Pete took a train from Market Harborough to Doncaster for a piece of work while Elizabeth welcomed the glaziers to fix Reg's windscreen. On the 27th, Elizabeth took Reg for his annual service, MOT, etc in North Oxfordshire and knitted her way to and from Oxford for a few errands, collecting Reg and getting back to Welford very late in the day.
On the morning of the 28th, we were pleased to pull away. We had absolutely no connectivity, it was raining or mizzling or just cloudy almost the whole time and the wind was awful. No day was without some kind of headache. It was not Welford's fault, clearly. But the lack of connectivity was much harder than we ever expected that it would be. Learning point.
