The saga continues. After stopping at Long Itchington (gotta love the names of places) and finishing the day with a pint and dinner at The Duck Pond Inn (in front of which is– a duck pond, the center of attraction in the village of Long Itchington)- as you can imagine, a sort of sleepy relaxed little village, but also the home of a major boatbuilder in Britain, probably accounting for more than any other company. I digress.
Toured along the Grand Union Canal towards Napton Junction, and now have shared a number of locks with a nice couple, Wilber and Dee aboard Olivia. We shared tea as they turned to the Oxford Canal and we the other way towards Braunston. A glorious fall afternoon, following breeze, broken sunshine, and a spectacular view of the countryside.
Arrived in Braunston, and moored in the marina in the berth they have reserved for me for the winter. Decided to visit the one pub in Braunston that I haven’t been to, beside the canal, and made a very bad decision for supper. I felt a sudden chill about halfway through the meal, and didn’t really get it. That was to come! As we returned to the boat, I really felt unwell, and then the eruptions began. Food poisoning. I couldn’t sleep much at all, and by morning every aspect of what I had eaten had been removed from my body. More graphic descriptions are NOT necessary. Mussels are off the menu for a while!
I felt wrung out all day, and so, really didn’t do much. All better this morning after a great sleep and no further consequences. I am looking forward to a glorious day: the weather is supposed to be warm and the first official day of autumn is the start of a new season all-round.
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