Kath is not back until tomorrow, but today I decided it was time to move on out of Hartford marina and head for the bright lights of Huntingdon to await her arrival. Richard came along for the ride and to help as we backed out of our narrow slot in the marina, trying not to disturb the coot's nest (with four eggs) on the transom of the nearby boat.
After filling up with diesel we steered our zig zag way through the winding deep water channel of this huge marina and back on to the Ouse.
Richard steered us all the way and gave me a running commentary on his home ground as we passed the big houses with their quaint boat houses on the river, which is meandering and lush round here.
Sadly Huntingdon was not as welcoming as I had hoped. The limited number of public moorings were full, so we pressed on through the ancient bridge and on to Godmanchester lock. In the cut above the lock we found excellent moorings, so ya booh to Huntingdon, it's nicer here.