Oh how we like Norton Junction. Cows on both sides of the cut, visits by ducks, the views over the harvest, the setting sun on deck. Ah. But leave we must. We pulled away this morning around 9am, made the turn north into the
Leicester Arm of the Grand Union Canal and stopped (wait for it) around 9:30. We had booked a visitor mooring at Weltonfields marina, opposite where we were moored the last few weeks in July. Though we have and love and use our dear BFG, we do like to get on electrics while we can. Much (much) quieter to do the laundry. BFG makes a Big Freindly Generator
Noise Very
Loudly. A local power point is
q u i e t.
So we paid our way, plugged in and by the time of writing, have done 5 loads of laundry including two lots of dying clothes (one to blues, another to purples - in case you wondered.)
Pete walked off to get Reg from Norton Junction's car park, then collected both Elizabeth and Josie for the annual vets' visit. Then he dropped both off back at Weltonfields and drove to Brige 6, parked and walked the 1.5 miles back to Bella. Tomorrow we'll wave to Reg on the way by, travel to Crick, then walk back over the tunnel to collect him.
