[Hopefully we have a strong enough signal to post three day’s worth of blog tonight!]
We just had eight meandering lock free miles to do to reach the Welford Arm and then a further mile and one lock down the arm to reach the village of Welford. Max had fun running along the towpath.
Our journey took us through isolated farmland with the only sign of man being our fellow boaters and an aeroplane towing a glider above us until we reached the A14.
The countryside looked at its best in the sunshine as we passed acres of ripening cereals waving in the breeze, and under a regular procession of brick-arched bridges that were generally just for farmers to reach their land on the other side of the canal.
There were plenty of visitor moorings at the end of the arm and only a few boats moored there.