So, finally, the homeward journey. We set out on August 1st, so the whole trip has taken a lot longer than 19 days, but we were stuck in Leicester for quite a while. There are really two big events in these final two days: going up Foxton Locks and arriving at our home mooring in Yelvertoft. This is not to say that the rest of the trip was dull – far from it. The stretch from Foxton to Yelvertoft is beautiful, uninterrupted countryside. Here’s a typical picture:
We also saw some amusing boat names, such as this homage to Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot:
We stopped overnight opposite the Welford Arm turn, where there are fine moorings. This gave Andy an opportunity to paint the boat. Removing all those bumps and scrapes was surprisingly satisfying. Froth is now resplendent and good as new (well, almost).
But…the main part of this blog must be devoted to the magnificent trip up Foxton Locks. The real heroes are the CRT volunteers, who are incredibly fit and very efficient, as well a good humoured. This is Ian, proudly displaying his gold cap badge for 2,000 hours of service:
He was one of many, all working away:
There are ten locks in the flight, and, as you will hear if you watch all the videos below, I became rather carried away by the experience, likening it to Mahler’s 10 Symphonies (well, 9, plus the one finished by Deryck Cooke). It does feel quite symphonic and takes about as long as one of Mahler’s movements!
Here is the entrance to lock one:
And now, a video sequence going up:
Coming home after such a long journey was also exciting. Here is the approach to the marina entrance:
Here’s the marina from the hill above:
And finally, some lovely shots of the sunset:
This will probably be the last blog entry for quite a while, so we hope you have enjoyed it so far, and thanks to all those who have commented or sent messages.