Turn, Turn, Turn
The weather was not very good today, but we picked a gap in the drizzle to get down to the point just past the bridge nearest Bletchley Park where we could turn around. The was one lock, with a swing bridge across the middle of it, and a rise of only one foot, which Paula made short work of. There are not many places in the canal wide enough to turn a narrow boat around, and the one we were…