We set off at 7:00 and made good time to the original site of yesterday’s mooring, Passed nb Annie there as they were preparing to depart, and then we were tailed. The wind is increasing again. As nb Annie seemed in a rush, always on our tail we let them pass. At Hawkesbury Jct we were a little surprised that Annie's first mate didn’t get off in the Coventry narrows and walk across to set the lock, since it is adjacent. Pat did, and more or less had the lock ready before they arrived there. I waited in the narrows and made the turn arriving at the lock just at the right time. Just seems so obvious to prepare the lock ahead especially in a rush. They wanted to get to Whilton before the bad weather? Then we passed the same boat later just after Stretton Stop. Perhaps they were having lunch and it occurred to me how useful the semi-trad stern is, because we can have lunch together whilst still cruising, whilst the trad stern is no so convenient. By now the wind has become a serious factor. We are fine in the sheltered cuttings, but the embankments are a nightmare and the wind seems to slow the boat down considerably. It will be pretty difficult to get onto our mooring, so the plan is to stay outside until the wind dies down this evening. (The wind didn't die down that evening)
Arriving close to the marina entrance there seemed nowhere obvious to stop. The canal here is sheltered only by some small bushes, adequate in normal weather but in this wind no real advantage. The water in the canal at the marina entrance was being whipped into a frenzy as the wind ripped through the bridge hole, but we decided to give it a go, turn in and moor on the wharf on the right hand side, so the wind would blow us on. The first question was would the wind effectively prevent the boat turning, however, with a bit of power we made the turn in one go and had no trouble getting in. The marina water had foot high waves reminiscent of the sea and once moored, waves were splashing against the bow and spraying the wharf. No way we could get onto our mooring like this. Needing a pump-out Adrian, the harbourmaster of the day, kindly brought us a token and said that we were welcome to stay as long as we needed.