This is one of our favourite moorings, down at the bottom of the hill looking up to the Braunston spire. Gorgeous.
We set off from Hillmorton today with Pete doing an amazingly expert reverse of Bella to the winding hole at the bottom of Hillmorton locks. The expertise included passing moored boats, passing moving boats (which confused them as we were facing the same direction) and then turning in the ideal moment as the locks were bringing boats down so that we were ready as soon as they opened. Star.
The locks were busy indeed, with Elizabeth at the tiller in between locks 2/3 and 4/5. Bridge, sharp corner, two boats out, others waiting, still she managed to bring Bella into lock with not a tap. What a team!
OK. Enough for the cruising. Now for Maxwell. We continue to be amazed. A. Mazed. We walked him up this gorgeous hill to the villadge. Two country swing/arc gates and he knew what to do. Next one, he waited on the right side for the opening. No barking at people. Almost no noticing of people. First trip to the pub with us. Drank water put out for dogs - Josie never did this, no matter what. No barking at dogs in the pub garden. Unlike Josie. Wagging tail with people. Who knew dogs could be like this? Not us, for sure. Walk home, some dogs met, most ignored, some quickly moved away from. Woooo. We have a nice, hospitable, beautiful dog. Wow.
Oh, and it's a nice mooring.
