Here we are, moored opposite Mr and Mrs Garden in Braunston. After a spot of gardening and shopping this morning, we set out around noon. We're probably out for the season, returning to our gorgeous home mooring in October or something. We cruised the season two years ago, but the solar panel installation last year had so many fits and starts that we never really got going. We've calculated a 30 minute car drive from any direction to Braunston so that Pete can get to his central office and Elizabeth to the studio. So here we are, the place where the elastic cords of working life are anchored.
And it didn't rain! And Maxwell loves boating, but hates us both popping on and off Bella at locks. One of us is always gone!
