Not a red bus in sight
On Friday night Laura and I joined the rest of our amiable group in Warwick for an adventure on the high seas...or the low seas at least which suits my not-so-iron stomach a lot better. After an evening at the Cape of Good Hope pub of drinks and entertainment (care of Laura and the local band) we crawled into our little bunks for a good night's rest.
On Saturday morning we set off down the Grand Union canal. The day consisted of lounging about in the sun reading, chatting, opening and closing locks with pretty scenery cruising by at walking pace, and setting foot on land when there was a pub in sight. Dinner (as was b'fast) was served on board thanks to Mike our captain, before heading to another local pub for some cider & more scrabble.
Laura chilling
Some of the passing scenery
I started Sunday with a hot shower (vs Sat's cold shower - sleeping in isn't always a good idea), some breakfast and more of the strenous activities on offer. Moving from the cabin to the roof that is. We continued our route along the Warickshire Ring, this time along the Oxford canal to Rugby and eventually arrived in the late afternoon.
Taking in the last of the sun on the roof
Despite the accomm which doesn't warrant a star rating, we had a most enjoyable and peaceful time on board the 'Sycamore'. If you don't mind having nothing else to do but listen to Van Morrison, watch the countryside go by, read a good book and drink red wine then this could be the thing for you.
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