We had a little trouble starting her until I realised that the battery isolator switch had two 'ON' positions and I needed to turn it a bit further than I thought.
We burbled happily down the Hanwell flight, unassisted by volunteer lock keepers, but still making good time.
At Brentford we tried mooring in the secure spot in the old warehouse, but this is locked with a mul-t-lock cylinder that neither my M1 or RE's M3 would work - so we shifted her to a slightly less secure spot and I cycled home. This was the furthest point West that I've ridden my bike home from.
6 hours.




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