My wife, Christine and I had not been to Foxton Locks for many years. Then, one Saturday morning my son James telephoned to say he intended going to Foxton Locks and he would be delighted to take us if we wanted to go. That morning the sky was blue, the sunshine delightful and the birds were singing away. Yes, we would be delighted to go. Within the hour James and his wife Vicki arrived. On our arrival at Foxton Locks we parked in the municipal car park. The parking fee was most reasonable. Public toilets were available. Within a few minutes we were on a bridge over the canal. The flora was magnificent, divers shades of green, and not a ripple on the water. Along the footpath, adjacent to the canal were several narrow boats; one boatman was polishing brass fitments on his boat, on another boat, a lady had a display of merchandise for sale. Further on a cafe was open; the aroma of freshly made coffee was inviting. Down the hill we went passing several locks until we reached the bottom, perhaps, known as the basin. Swans and ducks with their young, cygnets and goslings, were enjoying the clement weather and seeking food from the visitors. James and Vicki treated us to refreshments. Before I tucked in I silently said Grace before meals; Rub a dub dub, thank God for the grub. Yep, it was yummy. On our way back we visited the museum. It was small but full of historical information. The owner was most helpful and knowledgeable. On reaching the car parked I reflected on our visit. The people we met were friendly, happy and enjoying themselves. A visit is strongly recommended.