|And where do you think you're taking me?|
|I think we should go back that way.|
Sandford was pretty busy. We were hoping to moor below the lock but our favourite spot was taken, so through the lock we went with Rob expertly maneuvering past a couple in a tiny canoe who went in before us (that would be my fault with the 'No, after you...' to their looks of horror).
|This is actually Abingdon Lock but I'm going to pass it off as Sandford whilst no one is looking.|
We saw Pat as we emerged from the lock. He waved at us from the beer garden of the King's Arms. I waved enthusiastically in response and hollered a greeting, and we continued on our way. I discovered later that he was trying to wave us down because he'd saved us a mooring. Oops! We did managed to snag the last available meadow-side space (opposite some very lovely houses) so all was not lost.
|Our mere presence clearly adding value to the property opposite.|
Once here we settled in for the night under a very lovely, if stormy, looking sunset. It held promise of the weather to come.
|Do you think it's going to rain?|
|Nah, we'll be all right.|
As the evening wore on Lolly and I played a little game called Spot the Cat in the Dark.
|Aha, I have a torch!|
The following morning dawned bright and sunny and full of hope for a day of good weather. I decked the boat out in a mixture of bought and homemade bunting.
|Remember my lovely new paintwork? The bunting has marked it. :(|
|Pffft, the bunting you made is rubbish! I'm a cat, I know these things.|
|There were drinks aboard too. Beautiful boat, and lovely crew. :)|
|And then a second, more official, handover at Sandford Lock.|
|Not before another photograph was taken. That's my dad in the background.|
|Steering by foot and making it look easy. I'd fall overboard. *jealous* :)|
And whilst we were busy crewing Lolly looked after our precious cargo of Thames source water.
|Can I eat it? Are you sure? You're no fun...|
At Abingdon Lock we were met by other Morris men from Abingdon Traditional Morris Dancers and they put on a good show for passing boats despite the weather. There was even an Abingdon flag bearer.
|That's my mum, that is.|
After all the dancing the bottle of source water was officially handed over to ex-Morris dancer Frank who was manning Abingdon Lock. The next part of its journey will be in the hands of a different river user.
This marked the end of our leg of the relay and so we made our way back home to Abingdon Marina. We were soggy, we were tired, but we were happy after such a fun day.
|Abingdon looking pretty even in the rain.|
|Yep, still pretty.|