The Long Journey Home – Part 12
Saturday 16 June 2018
To Tackley and Beyond!
The Long Journey Home – Part 12 began with a coffee in Frome, at The Garden Café. This was after much preparation packing and re-packing bags we would have to carry from Tackley.
“I know, I have no idea either!”
Our lift, courtesy of Erica (we had enlisted another member of the family this time, to help with transportation. See The Long Journey Home – Part 10) arrived well ahead of time, which was great. It meant we could get to the train station at Warminster and settle into Phase II of The Long Journey Home. We actually got the earlier train from Warminster to Westbury, then from Westbury to Reading, then Reading to Banbury and finally Banbury back to Tackley.
The train halted at Tackley and we alighted into the Oxfordshire countryside.
As the train pulled away towards Oxford we saw the path we would take – The Oxford canal path.
The Walk from Tackley
We walked along a path with fields either side, wheat yet to ripen rustled in the breeze and sun and we walked on to a junction. To this day, I don’t know whether we took the correct turning or not . My map reading skills clearly hadn’t improved over the past week. We walked, sure we weren’t sure we were heading in the right direction. A ‘Danger Failed Road’ sign all added to the apprehension. We turned into the road. Up a small hill
“Hills? No-one said there’d be hills!”
We passed large white satellite dishes on our left! In the eerie silence of the evening, thoughts of The X-Files and Arecibo floated in and out of my mind but I knew we were on the right path (failed road). The road ended (failed?) and we stepped out onto the A4095, a real road (that hadn’t failed), at a bridge.
It was just a few yards further along and there was the Enslow village sign
and yes, a view of the welcome conservatory of The Rock of Gibraltar (it did feel like we had walked that far but this was the public house, not the actual rock). We were home. Over the bridge by the pub, left onto the towpath, under the railway bridge, past the two ducks I had fed a digestive biscuit to a week ago. On, past reeds and Elderflower bushes that had grown and blown into the path, crowding it since our last visit, then finally – MIRRLESS. Moored! Intact! Afloat!
We stepped aboard. Yes, we had remembered the keys! Removing the red and white polka dot curtain we had erected in haste last week. All was as we had left her. No-one and no-thing had moved aboard (except for the odd very small spider). We checked each room (well, walked the length of the boat) and finally looked at the header tank. The level had dropped but there was still some coolant in it. I added a bit of water to ensure no airlock had entered the engine cooling system.
It was good to be back. It was like we had never been away.
Here ends The Long Journey Home – Part 12
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