|We dressed for the rain but it never came|
After tieing up early yesterday because of the forecasts, what rain we got didn't arrive until midnight when it was heavy enough, briefly, to wake us with its drumming on the roof.
|Not quite Lords; village cricket Bidford fashion|
Back at the boat, we had a late evening visitor: a kingfisher perched on our bow Tee-stud.
|Our late evening visitor posed briefly for the paparazzo|
Only four locks separated us from our destination, Evesham, and the river was flowing just that bit faster to help push us on our way. Best known lock on the stretch is Harvington/Robert Aickman – all the Upper Avon locks have double names to commemorate an individual or group associated with the restoration.
|The Robert Aickman memorial lock|
|A rather handsome looking bronze bust of the campaigner|
|Shameful - the litter which Harrywoman cleared up|
|Not an errant space capsule but a lock hut|
Evesham Lock is where the Upper Avon ends and the Lower Avon begins. A famous triangular lock house spanning a disused second lock chamber used to be the base of the Lower Avon authority until the two Trusts sensibly merged.
|Evesham's lock house was flooded four feet deep in 2007|
Leaving the lock we went under the town bridge and onto a long length of pleasant parkside mooring. We'd just tied up when the rain began again - but even then only briefly.