I am honoured. Lisa has insisted I write a blog post. So I have chosen to describe the day after doing the 29 locks that make up the Caen Hill flight. Just to tell you dear Reader that I was in seventh heaven. Twenty-nine locks in two and a quarter miles. The next morning our resident meteorologist, after preparing breakfast for the wife and crew told us the weather looked dodgy after lunch and if we wanted to get to Bradford on Avon by Sunday we needed to shake a leg, got us up and dressed and ready for locking duty pronto. Lisa was dismayed to learn there were 8 locks between us and Bradford and that we need to do at least 7 of them to get to Semington were we had moved the car to the day before. I was thrilled. Seven more locks before I departed. After saying goodbye to our lock companions, Tony and Patsy, we set off on foot as the first swing bridge was in sight. Lisa undid the chain, showing remarkable flexibility after yesterday. Bad boat hair was very evident too.
At the first lock I suggested we use the beams to do a few yoga exercises while waiting for it to fill. We were doing very nicely until the impatient Helmsman tooted at us to get a move on and open the gates.
At the next lock I suggested the 'dead dog' pose. Now I have no idea if such a pose exists but I thought it might prove entertaining. I think the photograph says it all.