Heather’s dad was very keen to take us out to dinner and we knew there were two pubs nearby. At the bottom of the flight, the lock keeper had suggested we hop on, but there was a last minute change of plan about our direction of travel at the junction and Shane swapped our windlasses for a key and Benny and I had to huury round to operate the swing bridge. It turned out both pubs were closed. We drove towards the village of Foxton where there might be a pub open on a quiet weekday evening. We did need to get through the other large swing bridge. Heather went to look at one pub but it was closed too, possibly for good, but the Shoulder of Mutton was still a possibility. I was wondering if I might manage to put together a meal for six from what we had in, when Heather rang them up and managed to book a table. We turned and managed to get moored nearby. Unfortunately there were two routes and taking the slightly longer route meant we had to walk through a field and got caught in a short very sharp shower and arrived very wet at the pub.