Sunday we picked up Gary & Giulietta - owners of the aforementioned front garden - who stayed for most of the day; we dropped Jo off as she had to go to Canada (via Hastings), and later in Hemel Hempstead picked up
Sunday night we moored at Cow Roast lock, presumably named after the pub and not the other way around. The swing bridge there need a special key to open which I hadn't thought to get (looks like I did have one anyway, just didn't know what it did). Sadly the first guy I asked to help out was a classic know it all who took great pleasure in criticising me in every possible way. He seemed to be running some kind of harem of women in their 70s though, so he must have something going for him.
Monday included a pleasant stroll around Berkhamstead and a decent charity shop haul. We also went to the ruined castle, at the insistance of a certain 'history student'.. it features a sweet country cottage plonked in the middle of it, too.
That night we painted the town red in Winkwell - in the Borough of Dacorum, no less, where Bec and a guy called Chris who grew up in Brentford proceded to drink me under the table. ;-)
Tues - a gentle wander down the Tring locks, and seeing the best boat name ever - 'The Jolly Todger'. It was small and red, make your own jokes. It's stunning countryside around there, so the tourist boats and aged couples on the towpath were kind of inevitable. I'd been looking out for a good spot to leave the boat for a couple of weeks, and I found a neat Tortoise-sized space close to lots of other boats, a boat yard and the railway just before Cheddington.
We wandered up to the station via the village, a big commuter town seemingly devoid of shops until we found one tucked around the back of a housing estate. We ate bananas on the village green before depositing a tired 1st mate (promoted) at the station. I wander back the long way to the boat & missed the Archers, but had a lovely peaceful pottering evening, mainly spent removing more of the dreadful tongue & groove painted in white emulsion, and fixing in the filing cabinet which serves as (very useful) kitchen drawers. I've a feeling I'm going to end up refitting the kitchen as I go at this rate. I must sort out a decent telly aerial for the boat; we'd sat outside to watch TOTP (well, you had to, really, albeit odd on a 5" bw set) and 'Lost' is even more perplexing in the same mode, especially when balanced on the front of the boat to get reception. But I'm not there to watch telly, am I?
I made my own way home this morning, after locking up, turning off stuff and generally trusting that my little green boat will get along without me for a couple of weeks. London was just as much a culture shock as ever, but it is where I live & work, after all. I do feel very lucky to be able to have done this, I really do. I get back to find I've left the completed roll of film on the boat, but we'll just have to wait for those...
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