So after a false start I eventually got off on my epic adventure. At Pigeons Lock I met up with Dan Wood (nb Woodpecker) On to the quarry and there was Norman (nb Freespirit) enjoying the quiet. This is Mark (nb Woodruff) ‘squeal piggy, squeal!’
I had lunch with Mark and Sarah and then another Mark turned up (nb Dusty). He came to chat and make important deliveries. Milly M now has coal.I shall miss the merry band of boating nutters that are to be found in these parts.
The water levels are down all along the canal but for some reason the pound between Northbrook Lock and Dashwood’s Lock is the lowest. So shallow it was only possible to crawl along bouncing off the bottom. We moored up for the night at Lower Heyford.
Had a pint or two in the Bell it seems the price of Guinness starts to fall even before you get out of Oxford.