Once the water tank was full, I started driving towards the locks. There was a boat ahead and it was possible we could go up the flight together. It was a postcard perfect picture of an old working boat, all brass, chimneys, traditionally painted flower boxes, jugs and buckets on the roof. There was already a boat on the lock bollards so the driver ahead stayed parallel to it and I came in to the side between it and another boat, to let Shane off and stayed there to keep out of the way. I wasn’t quite sure if the boat at the lock bollards was going in or not but there was no sign of activity. Two boats were coming out so I followed the trad workboat slowly and sure enough the other boat was merely moored up at the lock bollards and going nowhere. So I slipped in to the lock beside her. She declared that she preferred going in second so for the remainder of the flight I went ahead.