The first time we have surfaced to a frost this morning, but the wind is very light and the sun is out. Our first task looks to be a gentle warm-up – a lock with only a foot drop on it. However, when we reach it, we find that an added complication has been added by putting a swing bridge in the middle of the lock. This adds a bit of excitement to our progress.
Following this, we have ten whole miles of lock-free progress until we get to Cosgrove. The warmth of the sun gradually begins to get through and the canal slowly stops steaming. Most of today will be spent in, or on the edge of, the sprawl of Milton Keynes.
From the canal, MK is very pleasant (not for a minute suggesting that it’s not the same from the land, any MK dwellers). Nowhere does it feel particularly urban. It runs North on the Eastern outskirts of the town and then West round its Northern edges. Finally, we reach Wolverton, which may well be a part of MK now, but feels from a markedly different age. For a good half-mile, the South bank of the canal is dominated by the old red brick railway works, now sadly decaying rapidly. Apparently the Royal Train is housed here – hope it is not as open to vandalism as the buildings seem to be.
We moor up at The Navigation pub at Thrupp Wharf, where we meet up with Eric, Jill’s Dad, for lunch. The food and drink are excellent, both Jill and I having swordfish steak and we have a very pleasant time reviewing our progress, or lack of when compared to doing the same journey by car. Replete and in no mood to do anything much more today, we retire to the boat and batten down.