Wormleighton (Not quite the same spot as coming)

It was quite a bit colder last night than of late, dropping to almost 2°C on the roof of the boat.This morning we had light, fine drizzle but that stopped just as we set off.
Things didn’t start to well and I got it completely wrong on the first sharp righthand corner, a bit to close to the bank, the stern dragged in the mud and the bows refused to go round at all, going straight across the cut, needless to say at the same time a boat came the other way. We avoided each other but I struggled to get the stern out to go round and by now he was stuck on the mud on the off side with the wind against him. I did apologise and he seamed to take it well, I can only imagine what he was saying after we both got going again.
This is a shot of us approaching the old tunnel at Fenny Compton, it was opened out in the 19th.

century and the spoil used to make bricks, they even built a brick works beside it. Looking back from the other end there are now three bridges on the long straight section of canal, a foot bridge, the disused A423 and the present A423 bridges. The shot looked really good when we were travelling south but today the lighting was poor.

A brief stop at Fenny Marina to deposit the refuse, the CRT waste bins are now located there, this reduces fly tipping by none boaters. To the north of the marina are on line CRT long term moorings, today there was only one boat there and that had a CRT notice attached to it.

Another stop outside the pub to post some letters, while Diana was doing that I topped the water tank up. In the winding hole opposite the pub is an apple tree, it doesn’t have a single leaf but still a crop of bright green apples.

Just after this we met the second boat of the day, he was just emerging from a bridge hole on a bend, this time I made a much better job of things. Years ago there use to be a boat house on the offside just north of bridge 132, today the ridge of the roof is just above the water.

We carried on under “The Wedding Bridge” a fairly new replacement for a quite old wooden footbridge, I do wonder who replaced it as it doesn’t tie in with any footpaths. We pushed on and moored for the night at the first bit of piling by the radio mast, about a quarter of a mile south of where we moored before.

Todays Journey 6 miles, no locks in 2½ hours