Late morning we called in at The Wharf Inn at Fenny Compton for a coffee and noticed that they had a launderette in the pub. An opportunity not to be missed we thought so out came the dirty washing and into the tub whilst we supped our beverage. They also sold new potatoes in the garden so we stocked up. There was also a convenient water point where we were moored but was slightly out of range of our hose. Fortunately we had an old one that was full of pin holes where cyclists has driven over it in previous years. However it served as a good extension even though it squirted water all over a hire boat that had moored right on the water point and disappeared into the pub. Serve them right!
From here the canal meandered first northwards, then west and east before resuming its more northerly course. A walker with a huge backpack gradually overhauled us, boy he did look hot. We passed him shortly afterwards as he was sheltering under a bridge no doubt in the expectation of rain as the black clouds gathered from the south behind us.
We eventually moored out in the sticks again just short of Napton top lock so, downhill from here on.
Our Neighbours for the Evening
After we had moored up the walker caught us up and he rested for a while and we had a good chat with him. He lives in Scotland and has been walking for the last 16 weeks starting in Weston Super Mare, of all places.
The washing is nearly dry now so settling down for a good meal and a glass or two of good wine. Tomorrow is another day!
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