Moored up outside Bath, or I suppose, in Bath as we can see the terraced golden stone houses across the hills over the towpath and the railway.
Moored up along the concrete side of the canal and everytime a boat passes, the boat hits the side and the clang echoes along our 47′ narrow boat called Ena. The wind is now picking up and as we are on a sort of embankment, the boat is rocking with the gusts.
This canal was built at the end of the 18th Century and designed for barges. The locks and bridges can cope with wider boats – after all it seemed to be a rapid transit in days of sail to transfer goods (think sugar and coal) to London.
Now to cruise into Bath proper and see what the moorings look like (will there be room at the inn?)
* apologies to Iain Banks
