I got a surprise when I looked out of the boat this morning. Fog. We could barely see more than one lock at a time when we started down the Hatton flight.
After a few locks a volunteer lockie appeared and looked after the closing up part of the operation. Then a second volunteer turned up and informed us that a boat two or three locks ahead of us would wait for us. When we caught up we went down the rest of the flight together but, even with now two lockies, our progress was slightly slower. The fog gradually lifted as we descended, and was completely gone by the last lock.
We got to the bottom where we picked up Ally who had driven over to meet us, then continued to the Saltisford Arm where we tied up. Ally had brought marking to do on the boat; she stayed for tea before driving home. During the afternoon we sat on the benches in the sun - this is a lovely location. (Just ignore the traffic noise.)
Back to the fog: the moisture in the air highlights all the cobwebs, including this one on the swan neck.
Moving on and meeting up at Bourne End - Cookham to Bourne End, River Thames, 1½ miles 0 locks Mum brought the family along yesterday evening but Meg was having none of it looking out of the back ...
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