Bones had gone on ahead and was moored at the Shipton lift bridge where she was waiting with the bridge open for me. The plan was I would moor up and open the bridge for her and PJ and we would decide, over a cuppa, what we were going to do for the weekend, this almost went to plan.
As I returned to the bridge having tied Milly M on the centre rope, Two walkers happened by.
Well Bones, firmly convinced now that she is a 'famous journalist', went into her 'my public loves me' mode. Explaining to Mrs the walker about the side hatch and I chatted to Mr the walker and explained, in response to his question, how one would get through the bridge solo should the need arise.
After coffee we carried on to Shipton Lock, all three boats in together. PJ sped off up the river to blow some soot out of his engine while Bones and I turned around a re-entered the lock to moor up down by the lift bridge. Before leaving the Lock I back set it for PJ who was only going to Bakers lock and back.
Here we all are moored just north of Shipton Lift Bridge to spend a quiet weekend away from the road noise. Bones is down in her bilges, I am doing my washing up and PJ is doing something with a bit of wood. All is quiet. I have a good view of the chimney of the cement works, which is on the quarry where I shall be working from Monday. If anyone knows a bulldozer driver and a 360 operator who need a job I think I can help.
So now to continue with the weekend.