We
spent 5 days at Soulbury before heading further southwards. Last
Friday I went to Hitchin Stitchin group, where I’d not been for 2
years. I hadn’t told anyone I was going just incase the 07.00 bus
didn’t turn up (after our train episode last week). As I was at the
bus stop I could see the stars in the sky, but a mist appeared over
the canal and River Ouzel Valley. As a car headlights shone on my
back I could see a my ghostly shadow in the mist as if I was hovering
over the canal. I had such a lovely time knitting or should I say
chatting and was forced to have lunch with Clare and she gave me a
huge bag of her Bramley apples.
Saturday
we had lunch at The Three Locks pub before the 7 of us plus Rossi,
Dale’s parents Alsation all crammed into the boat for birthday cake
and more drinks.
Sunday
John put on his blue CRT volunteer clothes and headed up to lock keep
with Dick as it was the last day of the volunteer season. As we’re
going to be in the area until next spring he’s offered to do the
locks when we’re there.
We
moored in Marsworth for a couple of days. We walked into Tring
around the reservoirs, whose levels are very low, I guess we need to
wish for lots of rain so they fill up. Wednesday evening we spent in
The Red Lion pub with the knitting group. All the other knitters
there have permanent moorings at Marsworth and we’ve not seen the
for 2 years too. It felt SO ODD leaving the pub & going to the
boat instead to driving home. I think the weirdness of being near
home/work’s going to take ages to get used to. Louise and Paul came
for Sunday breakfast and to help us up Marsworth flight.
At the moment we're moored in Berkhamsted. We’ve had two stunningly beautiful
winter mornings,Monday we waited for the mist clear before we
set off as with the sun on it, we were blinded.
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| The water was so clear we could see the bottom. |
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