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Banbury Dunk

Early morning boat movers had gathered all around by the time we removed the port-hole bungs. By 9am Castle Quay was busy, the carousel already spinning the first load of bleary eyed toddlers. 407 more words

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After a water fill in Cropredy we moved on out, away from the chocolate box cottages. It might not have been the warmest of days but it was definitely way warmer than the last time we arrived in Banbury, frozen to the stern. 165 more words

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You Know You Do This

There are times in life when you shouldn’t go in the water? It’s too cold, maybe it’s not safe. You jump in any way ‘cause you can’t resist the temptation. 160 more words

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Purple Headgerows

‘Yep, we gave each other the look that means we spent the night together,’ Nick called through to the bedroom – genuinely pleased at the nod of acknowledgement as he dried the coffee cups, gazing out the window at the hairy sandal wearing man motoring by on the stern… 184 more words

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Last time having taken one look at the barbed wire and smashed windows we passed straight through Atherstone like willocks. This time, in need of food we headed on in and found a rare high street packed full of independents. 319 more words

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Room With A View

It was great to catch up with some familiar faces in Stone, a favourite canal town as so much of the proper old boatyness remains including… 270 more words

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No idea what we were up to when we started out, but Stone to Barlaston used to be an epic journey and really isn’t so far at all. 263 more words

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