The moorings here are plenty but as we crept passed the rather full lines we could here talk of very loud music and people not having much sleep, we had a little smile as we'd had a perfect night, out in the countryside.
At Cropredy there were no cues like we'd seen on our way down so we made short work of it
At Broadmoor Lock the heavens opened, but snug and dry in our wet weather gear this did not deter us. I picked up some cooking apples again by the lock side to go with some more blackberries we'd gathered, apple and blackberry crumbles seem to have been a staple pudding this holiday.
The first Claydon lock we worked through on our own but at all of the other locks there were 4-5 boats waiting to come down, this should have meant our progress was swift but it wasn't. Boat crews were just too eager to turn locks in front of us and for them to join the large cues above each lock, so selfish, in fact one hire boat crew of all men couldn't even acknowledge us.
At the top lock we were again on our own, so worked through the lock, and moored just beyond the bridge, and chilled for the evening.