After breakfast we moved off the Saltisford Arm so as not to overstay our free mooring period, tying up immediately on the main line. Then we went to the Saltisford Church (the coffee-and-walnut-cake and coffee were very good) and returned to have lunch on board Jubilee.
We couldn't ignore the lure of Hatton Locks any longer, so we set off. No boats had passed us in our direction while we were eating, but one had come the other way so we were blessed with locks in our favour. This made a welcome change from the last two days.
There was no boat behind us, so we cracked on by ourselves. We are actually very quick: I lockwheeling on my folding bike and Jan steering in and out of the locks. There's no need for ropes as the locks are superbly engineered. Raising the paddle the same side as the boat sends water to sluices the full length of the lock, pinning the boat gently to the side as it fills.
As we entered the third lock a boat which had been tied up in the pound above suddenly set off in front of us. I cycled ahead to ask if they'd mind waiting for us, and they said, oh yes please, we were dreading doing them without a locking partner.
So that worked out well, especially as the two non-steering crew were efficient paddle winders and gate movers. The boat we shared with was Mrs Noah, a cruiser with a date on it indicating 1968 vintage.
And the journey endeth - Beep beep beep.... what on earth????. T'was only 6.45am but search as we may, could we find where it was coming from? Ian deduced it was a low gas warning ...
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