Set of at ten. Did half the locks with a German family. This made it very easy. Made it to the Fishery at Hemel Hempstead. Moored up in the dark. I am not supposed to be traveling this far each day. I moored up next to nb U GOOSE who visited Thrupp often. I set to cutting the overhanging Willow when a lady and her daughter arrived. I stopped to ask where the owner was. There was I, a stranger on a dark towpath with a pair of open shears, I apologised for the image before them. It transpired that the old boy had serious problems with his legs and sold up.
I dined at the Fishery Inn. The food was excellent but the cleanliness was abysmal. I don’t think my table had been cleaned that day and the bar was awful.