Leaving Braunston, we hacked on up the North Oxford (remember this is all new ground for us). Not enough locks, but very nice all the same. I have an idea for the new waterways charity or trust or whatever it is. Find a way of making an expensive perfume or some herbal medicine out of meadowsweet and you'll make a mint. The North Oxford has it in absolute abundance for mile after mile after mile.
Rugby, which we expected to see, is invisible from the canal. I expect it's there somewhere. Just north of there we passed through Newbold Tunnel, of which it is virtually compulsory to take photographs. A rare example of canal psychedelia.
Eventually we reached Hawkesbury junction on Monday evening.
On Tuesday we detoured the five miles down into Coventry basin. Dire warnings of floating rubbish in the canal were very much overstated and we thought it was fine. Interesting too. Did you know they have a special device for sweeping your boat roof as you pass?
It brushes your hair too.
We moored in the basin. Not a salubrious area but the basin itself is OK, and you can walk into the city centre in ten minutes. Like most other visitors we went to see the Cathedral, a monument to the best of 1960's art and design. It still looks great today.
The basin is brightly lit at night so we felt safe enough,
I'm not sure where we are now, but there's a pub, so that's ok. I'm not sure where we'll be tomorrow night either. Isn't that what it's all about?