Woke up this morning to it bucketing down, so our plans to move to Braunston were put on hold, and with a cup of tea and breakfast, we went back to bed! A few brave souls passed us, looking fed up and soaking wet. After watching a great Grand Prix, the sun decided to put in an appearance, so moving on was on the cards. Even the sheep didn't know what the weather was going to do , one with his coat on and one with his coat taken off. We pulled the pins and headed off to Braunston in glorious sunshine. We got a good mooring just outside the pub, just a few boats up from n.b. Thema.
We sat out the front with a few nibbles and a beer, listening to the music from the pub..