As our latest micro-voyage drew to a close the annual Cropredy Fairport Convention was about to get under way. Boats crowded the moorings both above and below Cropredy Lock. There were people lazing on the village green, full pub beer gardens, and an air of excitement around the village. Though the festival was still a couple of days away when we arrived, car and vans carrying campers lined the country roads to the campsites, whilst optimistic stall-holders were already in place selling festivalisms to willing punters.
The sun shone hot.
Despite not being able to attend the festival ourselves this year, we got caught up in the general mood, and in our own way felt as if we really were, at last, on holiday too.