On Tuesday we woke to the what promised to be the first day of summer
So we said goodbye to our Braunston moorings and set off under Butchers bridge (having first gone up to the butchers and stocked up on Braunston Bangers).
Under the twin iron bridges that so gracefully mark the entrance and exit to Braunston.
We’re never quite sure what this next stretch of canal is called, is it the South Oxford or the Grand Union. One day I’ll ask.
The weather really was glorious, too hot to be standing at the helm. So we moored up at Napton for a late lunch and to soak up the heat.