Enjoying a little sleep in saw us overtaken by a number of boats we'd passed the day before. Still, this wasn't a race - its canal boating - apparently its all about going slow and enjoying the scenery. Once we had packed up the BBQ we pushed off and headed north. We didn't really know how far we'd get in the one day, so we just took it one lock at a time and figured if all went well, we'd turn around Sunday morning a retrace out steps. Fergus took over the bulk of the driving duties and Russell and I worked the locks. The girls made the most of the sunshine and lay upon the deck of the boat, reading and providing encouragement and banter to us boys as we did our best to pretend we knew what we were doing. Sarah started making cocktails and beer after beer was worked off steering the boat and operating the locks. Unfortunately, we had some power supply issues that saw a maintenance guys called out to get us up and running again - but once we got up and running, everything was grand. By the time the sun was starting to set we'd got as far as Rickmansworth and found a lovely spot to pull up for the night. Turning the bl00dy boat around was a bit of a nightmare - but once it was done, we fired up the weber again and set about eating and drinking under the night sky, on top of the boat.