We cruised back into our berth at Weltonhythe yesterday just before the heavens opened. Pete had been working the weekend, so the Bank Holiday was a rest day for all of us. The forecast was dismal, so we untied quickly in a slightly mizzly moment. The mizzle stayed with us around the Oxford/Grand junction, up the Braunston flight of locks, then met us again after the tunnel. Heavier rain threatened at Norton junction, but nothing threw itself at us until we'd tied up. Whew! Pete was delighted for his reservoirs.
This very grainy shot is this evening with our swans, Wills and Kate, sleeping in the basin. The floating clouds making it all quite peaceful. And Pete has just spotted our bats, as yet unnamed.
