Saturday, 12 June 2010
Crofton, Kennet and Avon Canal
My favourite bridge. It is called New Bridge, and the trees are covering the parapet, which is crumbling away. Not that new a bridge after all.
Lots of hard work today. 13 locks and 2 swing bridges. We were just coming up a lock when a boat began getting ready to set off. Good! I thought. Help is at hand. Then the lady came out onto the stern and she was wearing a creamy yellow top and a pair of WHITE trousers! S***! I thought. You'll be doing the locks yourself then. And do you know what? I did! She was a lovely lady though, a real Barbara Windsor look-alike, all friendly and bubbly and hadn't got a clue.
The moorings below the Crofton pump house were a welcome sight. We had lunch in the cafe there which is run by the K&A Trust and in the early evening my brother and sister-in-law came up from Blandford for a quick visit.
A card for the histerics among you. President and Kildare. A photo matted onto silver, red, black and red card and stuck to a white card blank. Two lines of silver (or black - can't remember now) peel-off strips are added each side.