|Moored on the official moorings - at the wrong end of town|
We actually did get stuck once on our way to Bedford. I've come across red buoys and green buoys but on the bend before Cardington Lock were some orange buoys. I decided to treat them as if they were red. Wrong! we got stuck - fortunately only slightly and a bit of poling and reversing soon saw us away.
It's been another windswept day on the water, though thankfully a dry one. After leaving Great Barford we found ourselves on a largely narrow and winding stretch, lined with huge willows waving ominously in the wind. After Willington the rural up-river feel gradually disappears and the river starts to open out, with noisy main roads forewarning the imminent appearance of a town.
|Winding tree lined stretches on the final run in to Bedford|
|The striking pyramid on the edge of town houses a swimming pool|
After all these sizeable locks, it came as something of a surprise to find that the entry to the final one is via two extremely low bridges. We slid under them - just - but how frustrating it would be to arrive at Bedford and find yourself failing at the final hurdle before the town riverfront.
|In the final lock - note the summer attire|
|The handsome riverside promenade along the river at Bedford|
Tomorrow we will explore what already seems a much more interesting town than I'd expected and maybe move back to the park mooring for the night.
(No pictures tonight - the internet connection is too slow.)
Pictures now added!