Occasional tedious ramblings from a feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrow boater who likes cats, beer, tea, and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
Monday, 29 June 2015
Let's see if I can remember how to do this...
Amazingly, this was my tenth consecutive year at Braunston - and even more incredibly, my sixth year there with Chertsey. Let's just check: 2006, 2007 - by car; 2008, 2009 - on Warrior; 2010, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 - on Chertsey. My goodness.
It was a lovely weekend, with the weather especially good on the Saturday. I don't know how many boats attended, but it didn't strike me as overly crowded this year. There was a good public turnout on the Saturday, although rain in the morning made Sunday quieter. We spent our time as usual, buying stuff, chatting, and drinking beer. Jim had found us a good spot on the towpath, in what has become a favourite place for us, especially now with Rocky, just beyond Butcher's Bridge. I have hardly taken any photos - and I know I haven't blogged about our journey to Braunston, now the work we've done on Chertsey prior to it. I can't promise to keep it up now either... But watch this space and I'll do my best.