Or, Braunston, but it feels so familiar to us, a special waterway friend, that we have a special friendly name for this canal capital. We got here just before the heavens opened this afternoon, happy to moor just east of the gorgeous bridge at the opening of Braunston Marina.
We started by turning/winding again. This time, it wasn't in a pointy offside place, but in the very unpointy very packed Marina opening of Kate Boats (with their permission). Cap'n Pete did his usual of turning Bella into a bendy bus, managing to get us around in a very tight spot. We gently had a lean or two on the stern fender of one of Kate's moored boats, but no other aid was required. With a few forward/reverse moves, the winding was amazing to behold.
We then cruised east, back to the Calcut locks flight of three, with all of them set in our favour. Wigrams turn was next, this time heading back north on the shared section of the Grand and the Oxford canals (which we call the Groxford), coffee en route. And it mizzled. And Maxwell stayed outside the whole time, wet or not. Pete's company, of course.
