Pitter patter, pitter patter, the rain was certainly coming down when we awoke. It made me realise that although we have had bad weather on our trip, the totally rainy days have been few and far between. However today we had earmarked to visit a village nearby, so whatever the weather we donned our full waterproofs and set off. R without his favourite rainhat – earlier in the morning, whilst I was taking too long to get ready, he went to the nearby lock to get rid of the weeds around the doors and his hat fell into the canal. Although rescued, it is rather damp and smelly and in need of drying out!
The village is Kislingbury, about 2 miles from here. Yesterday I just happened to Whatsapp a friend, L to ask how she was and in return, she asked where we were. Imagine our surprise when it turned out to be next to the village her sister had lived in and where L had got married in the local church, followed by a reception in her sister’s garden. We took a trip down memory lane for L, taking a few pictures of the village and enjoying our walk. It went through Upton Park, taking in Kislingbury lakes, so was very picturesque. It would have been stunning on a beautiful day but we were still able to appreciate the upkeep of the park, the numerous sheep with their lambs and the varied architecture of the village. Thatched cottages constructed with the local attractive yellow stone.
Arriving back at the boat (a shorter home route when we realised one of the signs to Kislingbury in the park had been turned around!) we had a quick lunch and then set off towards Northampton, taking in the final two locks. The rain and wind were in such contrast to yesterday’s fine weather but we have been warned that tomorrow more rain is forecast with stronger winds so we wanted to move to a more secure mooring. By the time we arrived at the end of our journey the rain had stopped and once moored up, R started sawing some of the many bits of wood scavenged on our trip down the Arm. I did some Joe Wicks, cooked supper and then we attended our Lent group discussion before finishing ‘A Mother’s Son’. Rather a chilling story and the extent a mother might go to cover up for her son. Two tales of Modern Love finished the evening. All the Modern Love stories are based on a column from the New York Times.
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