Life between bridges 99 and 100

With another full tank of water, we left our mooring in Braunston and returned to the Oxford Canal between bridges 99 and 100 ...

 ... where we soon had our first visitors - mum and ten little ones and a quarrelsome 3-some. I had no bread so I tried them with crunchy nut cornflakes - they loved them - even the ducklings were chasing off the three interlopers away from their breakfast!

 Beautiful pink hawthorne ...

 ... and poppies growing along the verge ...

We winded (turned) on the way down to enable the 'other' side of RnR to be washed and polished and now we're nicely tucked in in front of bridge 100.

 We can see for miles and miles

 Boat traffic has been fairly light - one coming from bridge 99 ...

 ... and one from 100 ...

... who pass us by with hardly a ripple.

 I'm sure that someone out there can tell me what this is!

For me the day was just right - about 20 degrees C and overcast (George is wearing a lightweight fleece) as we sat out on the towpath for lunch and a read.  When it's hot (to me anyway) and sunny I use loads of factor 30; today we there was no sun, so therefore no sun cream - and I burned my arms and the back of my neck whilst we sat!  Will I never learn!!

This morning it's raining and chilly but we've plenty of jobs to get on with inside for the next few days. 

I've nearly finished the spring cleaning, all curtains washed and ironed, ceilings all washed and most of the walls too.  Winter stuff has been put away and the summer clothes ironed and hung up in the wardrobe.  Today I'm going to do some sewing - new cushion covers I'm thinking.