Except said cat spent Sunday night on the tiles and failed to turn up for his breakfast. With him finally ambling in around 11 am, a quick dash over to Calcutt saw us buying our lunch in Southam Tesco and eating it once through Napton junction.
After following an extremely sloooow hireboat, we arrived in Braunston around 4.30 by which time all moorings were full, so no point stopping. We winded at the marina, filled up with water (where Brian spotted an otter) and headed off home again.
About half an hour out of Braunston we encountered another hire boat 45 degrees across the cut and apparently aground alongside some moored boats (Not knocking hire boaters by the way - we've all been there!) Waiting for things to sort themselves out, the chap from the boat moored just behind shouted "I think your boat's mooring itself" and indeed we were moving gracefully towards the towpath precisely between his boat and the one in front.
This seemed like fate so there we stayed! A great mooring spot, quiet and peaceful. The delicious smell of barbecue assailed us from both directions - unfortunately we only had Tesco lasagne, but the wine improved things no end.
We slept like logs, woken only by a boat passing at 6 in the morning, set off at 8.30 and were back at Calcutt by 11.
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