On the Monday, we did the Braunston tunnel singing our way through to cheer dear Bones. James left us to retrieve his car, park up by Buckby flight and help us lock side. It was a glorious day and we stopped for lunch when we finished the flight. James left us and we made our way to our friend's boat sales at Stowe Hill. Here we are, sticking out the end of the good ship Bones as we moored abreast on the diesel point. Josie had to learn to jump stern for her walk, but hey.
Steve (who works with Dom) had organised a great Stowe Hill marine BBQ with as many marina moorers and boat workers as he could get. We ate and bopped into the wee hours with great delight. The only down side was that our boat sales friends were holidaying in France!
