This will be the last post in this blog - to complete the story of our two years aboard The Directors’ Cut.

In November, Hamlet, my beautiful black dog, died after 16 years of faithful friendship. Now we are without any canine companionship, and after the grieving we realise that we can take some different decisions now that we are no longer responsible for these dogs. This leads us back to the plan before we embarked on the boating life, which was to emigrate to Vancouver, Canada.
We decide that we will start creating the circumstances that will allow us to move across the world. Moving off the boat is one of the necessary steps, and so in January, we instruct ABNB (http://www.abnb.co.uk/) to put the boat up for sale. We hope to stay aboard until Easter and take a final cruise back to SG Boats at Fenny Compton where she was built, where she’ll have her hull blacked and a little bit of a tart up! We need to be off the boat by Easter, as we now have a plane ticket booked to Florida.
It had been our intention to leave in late February, taking the boat through the Kennet and Avon to Reading, then down the Thames to London, around the ‘London Loop’ and back up the Grand Union to Napton and then to Fenny Compton. But the winter flooding meant that the water levels on the River Avon were much too high for safe boating.
By the time the water level had subsided, we didn’t have enough time left to cruise the London ring. So we abandoned the London diversion and planned on the direct route up the Thames to Oxford. Following a shorebased week in London, we returned on the train intending to leave the next day. Ian called BW to check on the status of the broken weir at Theale. We had previously been assured that we would be able to get through, but now the story had changed and the weir, we are told, is shut until Easter.
That means there is no chance of getting the boat out along the Kennet and Avon, in time to catch our plane flight, so we sit in Bristol and contemplate our options. The only other route outof Bristol harbour is up the Bristol channel to Sharpness. We had taken that journey 18 months earlier (See August 2005) and so although we knew all about the dangers, we also knew that it was quite feasible. However that was August and the weather was good, this is March and the weather is - well - awful. Ian sudies the forecasts for the next 10 days, which is our window of opportunity. After that it is too late to go via the Sharpness route either. The weather is resolutely fixed on force 8 and 9 which is a complete no no.
So now we have only one option left. And on Thursday April 5, almost 2 months late, we leave Bristol on the back of a low loader.

The skill of both Bristol Marina on the crane and Tuckey’s on the low loader were a joy to watch - TDC was very gently taken out of the water and placed on the loader with great precision. It did seem a rather sad leaving though - narrow boats don’t look right on wheels with a flashing yellow light clamped to their behind.
We catch up with TDC early evening at Blue Lias Marina, Stockton. Here she is placed in the arms of a big crane, and swung out over the slipway and it the water. It was a huge relief to see her float again, and all credit to the crane crew, everything inside the boat was still secure.

Our final cruise is now a single day’s journey from Stockton to Fenny Compton. Shouldn’t take too long, except that it is a gloriously sunny Good Friday, and of course, there are a lot of boats on the move. Inevitably, Napton is a bottleneck, but the day is lovely, peaceful and much enjoyed. Susan and Frank join us for the day - it was a good way to end.

14 miles, 12 locks, 7 hours. Farewell.