Filled up with water again this morning and worked our way down through the 12 locks which were all set in our favour. We passed a boat coming up, in the pound between locks 9 and 10, the crew from which disappeared below to reappear with coffees and windlass once we’d exited lock 9. Thankfully they’d left the gates open to Lock 10 but we’ve no idea what they look like and didn’t get chance to pass the time of day.
We made good time and continued on until about 2pm when we moored up at Scholars Green where the Rising Sun is a very welcoming hostelry with real ales and roaring open fires. (12 locks, 9 miles)