After an almost uneventful weekend in Northampton we headed back up the arm to Gayton, assisted through the sixteen locks by Leon; a lovely chap who lives in a tent all year round adjacent to the top lock and tells the worst jokes in the northern hemisphere!
Only two things happened in Northampton, a visit to the flicks' to watch "Deepwater horizon" - not sure I want to go back offshore to work after that! And the second event was having to call the police after a Eastern European lady was locked out on her balcony by her 2 year old granddaughter, while having a cigarette .
Having survived the terrors of the Blisworth tunnel we are now descending the 16 locks over 5 miles into the town (or is it a city)? With some lovely scenery at the top, just a shame about the almost continuous road noise from the M1 and A43 motorways, still we did manage to give a lot of cheery waves to the drivers stuck in traffic; funnily enough not many waved back.
Can't really decide what is going on with the weather this week, it definitely started to get cold so out came the socks and jeans etc and Lou even lit the fire when I wasn't looking! So that'll be autumn then......but then along comes a boat in Blisworth driven by an elderly gentleman wearing .....wait for it....SPEEDOS!!! Poor Louise nearly killed herself trying to get a picture but to no avail; you will just have to imagine the scene I'm afraid.
Anyway, after a stop in the lovely old canal village of Stoke Bruern we then passed through the Blisworth tunnel which is 3057 yards long; every one of them haunted..apparently. After only a few minutes in the tunnel the boat hit something large enough to make it heave over but when we got the lamps on we couldn't see a thing, so we did the rest of the tunnel in total darkness at slightly higher speeds than usual not looking behind us!