With angry looking sky we slipped the lines at 9am and cruised the short distance to Hurleston Locks. Like Bunbury, they too were bereft of life, ours being the only boat to climb the lock.
I nosed AmyJo onto the lock landing and Chris let down the first lock. When ready, it was a tight turn to line AmyJo up to enter the chamber. I had to gently nudge her port bow onto the wall to allow the stern to swing round and line up. There are barely 4 inches of room in the lock so its esential to line up before entering the chamber.
|Turning onto the lock landing is the easy bit|
|You can see just how tight the lock chamber is. |
Some boats get jammed in this lock on occasions because they are slightly too wide.
|In she goes, just.|
|Meanwhile our stick chewer took no interest at all.|
|Happy now he got a cuddle from dad.|
|One thing I love Chris for is she is always smiling no matter what is occurring.|
|The top lock and still no boats around.|
We soon past through Burland and then Mountbatten and her butty moored looking forlorn. Is a shame John and Hannah no longer do the coal runs as we always enjoyed doing business with them. Having the baby I think they made the right choice to go shoreside, though I have a feeling once the she gets older we might see them back on the cut one day.
Both Swanley and Baddily locks were in our favour so we passed through them in no time. We found Wrenbury moorings almost empty so moored in a lovely spot between the trees in full sunshine so the solar panels could make the most of it.