We woke to a lovely bright sunny day, and went off to catch the 9.30 bus into Rugby. As we climbed up from the towpath I was entranced by the beautiful views of the church and Braunston Manor in one direction and over the fields in the other. The light was just glorious. Alan had gone ahead as he is still walking slowly with his dodgy heel, though it seems to be nearly mended. I caught up to him to find that he had met up with Les from NB Valerie, moored a few boats ahead of us.
It was to be a morning of bloggers as we were going into Rugby to meet Lynne and Paul from NB Piston Broke for a coffee. We had missed them when we went to have a look at the stretched boat a couple of weeks ago and didn’t want to go on without a catch up. It was lovely to see them and hear their news: the scope of the work they have undertaken is quite exhausting to contemplate. We are looking forward to seeing the finished boat when we come back this way in the new year.
After we went our separate ways we spent a couple of hours wandering around Rugby town centre and the streets around the school, famous of course for its creation of the game of rugby. It was a fitting day to be visiting the source as my compatriots, the All Blacks, beat England at Twickenham. Perversely Alan refused to be dragged into a pub to watch it as it wasn’t to be shown on BBC.
There was a Saturday market with some excellent food stalls and I was regretting the large food shop we did yesterday. We had bought lamb for a Moroccan dish and it seemed expensive at the supermarket: the meat stall was doing 3 roast cuts plus chops for £20. I would have snapped it up if we had a freezer!
The Stagecoach bus took us back through the villages and more beautiful views. We will be travelling on tomorrow having rediscovered Braunston.
Statistics so far:-
2069.40 Miles, 1132 Locks, 118 Swing Bridges, 82 Lift Bridges, 34 Tunnels