DOG FRIENDLY BRITAIN
We enjoyed a leisurely morning with a 9:00
shove off. It was another chilly but gorgeously sunny morning which lifted our
spirits as we faced another long day. The big bonus was that there were no
locks for the first two hours. It was definitely a mosey.
The canal was a winding path with some
sharp turns and narrow brick and stone bridges. Again, we had a lovely scene of green rolling
hills, farmlands, and happily grazing livestock.
We experienced more traffic today than on
any previous day. At least 6 boats passed us. It is fascinating to see what
boaters tie to the top of their boats. We have seen more than one clay Buddha
stature, painted buckets and watering cans, bicycles, coal bags, firewood,
planted flowerpots, yard art of all kinds, naked manikins, carved pumpkins,
flags and pennants, and one moored boater had an inflatable alligator tied to
the boat bobbing in the water. Passing boaters always greet us and many have
warned us of obstacles ahead like a dredging operation. David has been
complimented on his tilly hat more than once.
So far we have always had the locks to
ourselves. Today we had 5 in a row. I walked the tow path to each one. By the
last one, I was feeling achy and loopy. David was yelling to get my attention
about a paddle I had not lowered. I had lost my “lock rhythm”. Leaving that open for the next boater would
not have been good.
We made it to Napton On the Hill and found
a local pub called The Wharf. It was
filled with knickknacks throughout with pots, hats, harnesses, and lanterns all
hanging from the ceiling. We were tempted to run off with one of their pots.
The
British people love their dogs. We see many on narrowboats and on the tow path
with their owners having a stroll. But
we were surprised to see so many big dogs brought into pubs. At tonight’s pub there were at least 8 dogs,
and all were incredibly well behaved and all on leashes.
We had time before the kitchen was open so
played some cribbage. One barmaid came over and said that we reminded her of
her parents in Belgium. They love playing cribbage, too.
The music in these establishments has been
primarily American music from the sixties and seventies. The owner at tonight’s
pub asked us how we liked the music and claimed the music was in our
honor…wink, wink. We could hear him singing along to the tunes.
We ordered fish and chips. David always asks for garden peas and I ask for mushy peas. How did we ever get together?
The captain's perspective
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