Stone bottom lock to Aston Marina : 1 mile, 1 lock
To date : 957 miles, 674 locks
We were up early this morning so we didn't take the entire day to get sorted back in the marina. I walked the towpath while Mick chugged along. We stopped on the way to have a quick chat with Roly and Bev and off we went. It will be the first of many many walks along that towpath although we use the road once it gets too muddy. At Aston Lock it felt like we'd arrived home after a long journey.
What a strange feeling to turn into the marina again. There were boaters to wave to through their windows and then we tied up under the bridge for diesel and a pumpout. We did the usual circuit - out the exit - along the canal - back in the entrance - by which time there were a few spectators to watch us come into our new berth. Not to let us down, the wind had really picked up. We're much closer to the entrance this time and our previous method of aiming for nb Stanley's porthole and then reversing back was out the window. Mick managed the task admirably and without any hot shoe shuffling. What a difference a year makes!
There's positives and negatives about our new position. On the negative side we are next to a rusty tin can. It's not a pretty sight from that side of the boat. On the positive side the tin can is shorter than us so we have a fabulous view from our living room window out to the marina entrance. We're still looking to the front at nb Stanley but across it's bow. We almost look straight down the line of boats moored on that pontoon. I'll take some photos tomorrow.
We mucked about settling in.... aerial, pram hood, fenders, coal bags, mats on the pontoon, paperwork, power leads, electricity cards. This evening we played cards on nb Winton's Folly for the last time in a while. Barry and Carol are off to India tomorrow. They came in later so I could check in online for them. Barry didn't let us down... he did his usual grizzling... this time because we couldn't get him a window seat on the plane. Awwww.....