We woke on Sunday morning to an archetypal Autumnal morning, misty and mild, still and, besides the church bells chiming, almost silent too…

Steve Parkin on nb. Albert was away ahead of us, here leaving their overnight mooring and heading towards Cropredy Lock…
Here’s Eileen waiting for the lock to fill…
Serious faces as Molly and Joe concentrate on safely helping open the top lock gates. I’m not sure if the locals would have appreciated Joe giving a loud toot or two on his lifejacket whistle!
Claire’s in charge of Eileen, gradually the family learn the safe routines of locking up or down…
Whilst we loaded the car with our overnight bedding, and made use of the services at Cropredy Wharf, Fin contentedly fed the ducks…
Dew-drenched cobwebs and the muted colours of these aging water cans, capture something of the essence of Autumnal inlanding for me…
Joe and Claire looking at leaves…
9.00am at Slat Mill… in the morning mist… as the sun is just beginning to break through…
Through the mist, birds are gathering on the wires…
Mol tackling the high front gate at Slat Mill…
All’s still, inside the boat Claire’s with the boys, cooking up organic scrambled eggs for a tasty on-the-go meal…
Yep, that really is Joe steering the boat through his first bridge hole! I’m keeping a close eye on things just out of shot. Both boys were wonderfully focused on getting the boat through unscathed.
As this shot shows, I’m making sure that things don’t go awry, but nonetheless, the boys really were steering, at four!
Towards Bourton Lock, blue skies showing through the clearing mist.
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