Day 6 Braunston – Marston Doles
I was so happy to see the rising sun peeping through my porthole in my bedroom, heralding another beautiful day. I went to wake my bearded one and Peter for their early morning walk. It was 06:30. On our walk while sniffing around I accidentally got a mouthful of pigeon. This poor bird was just sitting there minding its own business as I was passing, I couldn’t help it. In fact I spat it out immediately and it hobbled away, shocked but unhurt.
We are about to disappear into the wilds of rural Oxfordshire for probably the best part of the next two days of cruising where there are very few roads, little human habitation and certainly no wifi or telephone signal which appears to be of particular concern for “the staff”. Their grandson Ruben is due to leave us this evening and communication with his mother to at least tell her where to collect her son seems rather necessary.
All is well that ends well. My bearded one managed to grab a moment of live signal and collection was assured.
I really enjoyed the journey today as I was walking and socializing most of the time. The big event was the climb of 55 feet as we raised my long kennel up the Napton flight of locks onto the summit of The Oxford Canal. (See photo at lock the last lock No 9). This, just before we arrived at the little hamlet of Marston Doles which time and everyone else appears to have passed by. When their daughter arrived to collect her son, tea of flap jacks was served by my long haired one and it was as they were saying good bye that I nipped into the long kennel and cleared up all the remaining portions to save her the trouble. Love Douglas x
P.S. This entry may arrive late due to telecom difficulties as described above.
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