We moored up just north of Watford locks last night in easy murmur territory of the M1. It wasn't as noisy as we thought it would be, but then we get used to things!
After yet another load of laundry this morning, we set out for the huge journey to Crick. Giggle. 2 miles and one tunnel and here we are. We decided that this would be a good place to be whilst Pete is on call and Elizabeth has a heap of work in various parts of the country over the next week or so. And it is a good place to be!