So, off we set off and made the turn onto the northern section of the Stratford Canal. Painfully slow going. So shallow we are scraping along the bottom at times. 3 trips down the weed hatch in the first 30 minutes alone. One as we came out of the tunnel. As you'd expect, another boat coming round the bend towards us. Me with half washed hair waving a warning. I did slap a towel on but .... At least I was able to wave the blue plastic at them once we got underway so they understood why!
Weed hatch requirements meant LJ confined indoors and he was not a happy chap. He does love his, perch near the tiller.
Fiona has mentioned that it's part of boating's rich tapestry. Hmmm ... I knew there was a reason I don't like sewing.
Through one of the disused locks
I'm pleased I went for the boot option this morning