Sunday 18th August 2019



We had kippers and poached eggs for breakfast. Love kippers but not when you taste them all day. We were also treated to a dazzling light display in the boat. It is lovely when this happens. With the sun in the right direction, and at the correct angle, the light off the water shimmers across the ceiling and the reflections from the crystal ware and glass mosaic oil burner sparkle over the walls and ceiling.







We had a very short run into Cropredy, less than 2 miles and through the one lock. We have not been doing too well at keeping our Sunday’s and so were stopping here and visiting the pub prior to our dinner.

Cropredy is one of the must-visit places on the canal system. Well known for its annual Folk Festival which was held over last weekend. We had heard stories of boats being moved to Cropredy in May, on 48 hour moorings, and left there as accommodation over the weekend of the festival. So selfish.

We had a walk around the village. The River Cherwell parts company with the canal here and a plaque on the river bridge tells of the Civil War Battle of Cropredy Bridge in June 1644. The battle ended in stalemate, but was regarded as a Royalist victory that demoralised the Parliamentarian Army which led to a lot of desertion and ultimately, the formation of Cromwell’s New Model Army. 

The old centre of Cropredy is a lovely timeless place with a lot of thatched cottages, but the village has a lot of plain, social-type housing on its edges. The canal-front is attractive with its pretty lock, as is the thatched terrace in which sits the Red Lion pub. This pub, said to date from the 12th century, used for various reasons down the ages with at least two ghosts, was a cosy, friendly place full of character with its low beams and inglenook fireplace.

After walking through the churchyard we presently came to the second pub in the village. A definite contrast to the Red Lion, it was a cold and anonymous place.














     


On the boat, we changed the bedding and settled to some quiet time in the front cratch and then prepared and cooked our traditional Sunday roast chicken dinner, with lashings of Brenda’s gravy.  




A depressing view of dereliction from the front cratch



It was on the news tonight, the three cooling towers at Didcot Power Station that we could see from one of our Thames moorings, were demolished by explosives. Would have loved to have witnessed that. And now the same mooring will seem all the more isolated.



Weather: a nice enough day, but a lot cooler than of late.



Day Total: 1 locks; 2 miles; 0 Tunnels; 0 Swing Bridges; 0 Lift Bridges; 0 Boat Lift; Day’s running hours 1.1

Overall Total: 687 locks; 1205 miles; 49 tunnels; 57 Swing Bridges; 11 Lift Bridges; 2 Boat Lifts; total engine running hours 761.6hrs


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