We dumped the rubbish and set off again, back through the tunnel. It was a very blustery day, and on exposed sections of canal there were white topped waves. As a woman standing on the back of Best O' Mates said as they passed us, it was like being on the open sea. Once or twice, we were going straight into a head wind, which made it seem difficult to make any progess at all. Still, like yesterday, we travelled at a pretty steady 3 miles per hour, with each mile post appearing on cue every twenty minutes.
We arrived at Sutton Cheney just before one, and moored on the water point to fill the tank. We'd planned to have lunch at the cafe, but it doesn't open on Mondays during the winter. We knew this from the website, so had put the breadmaker on before setting off so we had fresh bread for lunch.
Our second attempt at eating out was thwarted a bit later, when we stopped at Trinity Marina for coal. We'd thought we'd stay the night at go to the pub there for dinner, but there were no moorings on the front of the marina. So we carried on, and moored for the night at Burton Hastings.
20 miles, 0 locks. (74, 7)
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