We woke at the usual time (early) to heavy rain. We didn't rush. However, this turned out to be just the last of the night's rain and by daybreak things were looking up. We set off soon after realising that had we moored on the other side of the canal arm we would have had rings, all neatly painted white. It is just that the bridge 200 is close to a pub but seems to be the haunt of strong beer can canalside drinking and I wouldn't really want to spend a night there.
We continued on, passing a dead dutch barge shell being propelled by a tug at Cowley and a number of other boats. Frays, the gravel barge, was being readied for loading at Denham, but the rest of the journey was uneventful. We got home before the worst of the rush hour.
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