Leaving our lovely mooring spot right near the town we cruised on with locks and swing bridges about every mile. Yes, that is Gary doing his first couple of locks, then he was worn out. Girls have more stamina I think!
We spotted these mystery metal boxes bolted to some of the lock gates, any idea what they are please? Many lock landings are only log enough for one boat which makes life difficult when the loose one catches in the current from the lock gates and strong by wash from one side. These chaps were cutting down whole trees and hurling them onto a huge bonfire. The smoke was drifting across the canal and railway, causing a bit of a hazard we thought. Why weren’t they recycling the wood I wonder?
We saw some lovely roof gardens on top of a couple of wide beam boats before we found a decent mooring spot up at Crofton.