From Bidford we continued upstream, negotiating two locks before coming to W. A. Cadbury Lock. Here we encountered a pair of volunteer lock keepers. According to a sign we'd seen earlier, the Avon Navigation Trust provides volunteers on Sundays to help at locks. It's a shame they don't appear to provide training. Our "assistants" whacked up the paddles as soon as we'd shut the bottom gates, barely giving us time to get a rope round a bollard. The boat, consequently, was thrown around a bit, but no damage was done. The weir stream runs between the lock and the village of Welford-on-Avon, so we tied up at the edge of a field just above the weir for a look round.
Welford is chocolate-box pretty, with plenty of immaculate thatch.
St. Peter's church shone in the sunshine.
David helped Fergus try a brass hat for size ...
... at the Bell Inn.
This wasn't the only thatched garage!
Then it was back to Shadow - still where we left it - for coffee'n'cruising in the nicely warm, dry and sunny end-of-August weather.
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