Heyford Fields and a lot of polishing!

4.5 miles and a U-turn.

When Robin walked Scooby in the morning he discovered that we had moored under a blossom tree and Harold's newly washed roof was buried beneath a thick layer of white petals. After breakfast a boat came past us going quite fast and caused Harold's base plate to knock against the concrete bank, sending Scooby under the dinette table in panic. His usual hiding place is the bathroom, so this was a departure.

We decided that our mooring spot wasn't a great success and decided to move on. We stopped off at Stowe Hill to confirm arrangements and then went on another mile or so to a nice straight bit of bank suitable for boat washing. We swept off all the blossom and washed and polished every bit we could reach.

Polishing the stern!

When that was done we motored up to Heyford Fields marina and turned around in their entrance, mooring back in the same spot but facing the other way. Both our backs hurt so we decided (again) to wash the starboard side in the morning. Robin, however, had the bug and proceeded to polish his (tiller) pole;

And then his kettle;

Goodness knows what he'll get up to tomorrow!