We left Granary Wharf early doors and set off toward Rodley. As it happened, another boat was leaving at the same time so we shared the first couple of locks with them... they were only going up 2 before they tied up and departed - it being a local hire boat.
I actually got shouted at by a grumpy chap on a scruffy boat (who had 6 staffies running wild on a muddy bit of the offside bank) to Slow down... that annoyed me a bit because I'm ALWAYS considerate - which clearly given the state of his dogs and the shanty town he'd set up, HE isn't. Hey ho... there's a place for everyone in this world... ideally, in his case, somewhere else!
Not the nicest of days to be boating, with a fine reoccurring drizzle. Still quite a few gongoozlers around considering and we all commented how nice it was to be boating rather than using the towpath for a commute to work - like SO many other poor people were doing. Alan recruited this young chap to help with the lock... with his father's consent so don't go phoning Ester Ransen good people!