With Sadness and Joy

Sunday evening was spent on Piston Broke and a great time was had, drank all of Paul's beer.
A big thank you to Paul and Lynn also Graham and Betty for the help and advice over the last few weeks, it was good to have some veterans around for our first winter.

Monday and the time had come to move, joy after being marooned in one spot because of the ice but it would mean leaving some good friends, sadness.
After saying our good-byes to Paul and Lynn, also Graham and Betty, we set off north to the winding hole after turning we retraced our steps to Braunston, saw Piston Broke on their way to Hillmorten.

A bit fuzzy but probably just as well, Paul be careful with that tiller

 Filled with water at Braunston and turned towards Oxford, got as far as Napton, well almost,  bit of a long day but it was so good to be moving.

This morning away at about 9:45 and set off up the locks, all in our favour, when the nine had been completed, it was time to decide how far we would go.
The sun had shown itself and it was almost spring like, a farmer had brought all his sheep into just two fields, guessing it must be near lambing time, someone will be in for a lot of work.

Now moored near bridge 129 with a wonderful view through the hedge back to where we came from, the windmill is on the horizon..