We arrived back in Crick, having toured from Braunston,
Braunston Locks
and up the Braunston locks, past the infamous pub where I was poisoned earlier. We then traversed the Braunston tunnel, finding that, indeed, meeting a boat is possible without collision. We then moored in the idyllic cutting just after the tunnel. We climbed into Welton, hoping for a meal at the pub, but it was closed. This pub, the White Horse, had memories from my first boat trip, where I learned about skittles.
Braunston tunnel and idyllic, tranquil mooring
We gently toured up the Grand Union Leicester line, through the Watford locks, and then up the canal, aiming to turn around north of Yelvertoft, and return to meet Dad’s shirt-tail relatives at Crick. All good, we did, and met Shirley and Brian Morris, giving them a ride through the Crick tunnel (twice- we had to turn around and take them back to Crick). All good. Had a lovely visit and they didn’t even get seasick!
Watford staircase locks from the top!
