Blisworth tunnel

The tunnel was wet.  Wetter than I have seen it before with curtains of water coming down the ventilation shafts acting like an automatic boat wash.  We had left Yardley first thing, again in thick fog and with that damp chill in the air.  An hour and a quarter later we reached the bottom of Stoke Bruern flight and set off up, reaching the top an hour later.  Pat was on advance patrol as usual and she told be that she had met a delegation of BW types gazing at the rubbish in the water above the top lock.  She said that they didn't seem to have a clue about what they were looking at and one thought that our boat registration number was our telephone number.  She lent the same chap our boat hook to move a very large log out of the way.   Once through the tunnel we pressed on and shot up Wilton and Buckby Locks in good form arriving about 5 pm.  There was a convenient mooring for us near the water point in front of a Gayton Hire boat full of young lads.   After the remains of our last night's stew we repaired to the New Inn for a pint (or two).