The saga continues. After stopping at Long Itchington (gotta love the names of places) and finishing the day with a pint and dinner at The Duck Pond Inn (in front of which is– a duck pond, the center of attraction in the village of Long Itchington)- as you can imagine, a sort of sleepy relaxed little village, but also the home of a major boatbuilder in Britain, probably accounting for more than any other company. I digress.<\/p>\n
Toured along the Grand Union Canal towards Napton Junction, and now have shared a number of locks with a nice couple, Wilber and Dee aboard Olivia. We shared tea as they turned to the Oxford Canal and we the other way towards Braunston. A glorious fall afternoon, following breeze, broken sunshine, and a spectacular view of the countryside.<\/p>\n
Arrived in Braunston, and moored in the marina in the berth they have reserved for me for the winter. Decided to visit the one pub in Braunston that I haven’t been to, beside the canal, and made a very bad decision for supper. I felt a sudden chill about halfway through the meal, and didn’t really get it. That was to come! As we returned to the boat, I really felt unwell, and then the eruptions began. Food poisoning. I couldn’t sleep much at all, and by morning every aspect of what I had eaten had been removed from my body. More graphic descriptions are NOT necessary. Mussels are off the menu for a while!<\/p>\n
I felt wrung out all day, and so, really didn’t do much. All better this morning after a great sleep and no further consequences. I am looking forward to a glorious day: the weather is supposed to be warm and the first official day of autumn is the start of a new season all-round.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The saga continues. After stopping at Long Itchington (gotta love the names of places) and finishing the day with a pint and dinner at The Duck Pond Inn (in front of which is– a duck pond, the center of attraction … Continue reading