Sunday 13th April 2014
Turning round yesterday brought an un-expected disadvantage after we had gone to bed last night. The previously un-exposed weed build-up at the water line attracted a hungry duck to ‘Jannock’s all night duck diner’ and we were duck nibbled for what seemed like ages. An odd sound at the best of times and not one you want when you are trying to sleep.
As we pulled off of our mooring a boat nosed through the bridge. They were running solo and so we agreed to buddy up as their final destination is London, the same as ours. Fiddlers Green is the new home of Ashley, a novice boater who is already very competent.
We shared with them for the whole day, travelling through twenty locks. Just before Lady Capel’s lock we came across competing fishers. A heron was stood fishing alongside a fisherman and his family. We commented about this as we passed and the wife stated that they had been feeding the heron with line caught fish.
We passed down through Iron Bridge lock, resplendant with the ever present horde of Gongoozlers and then moored for the night just before Cassio Bridge lock.