Trains, Princes and blood all over the floor.

So we did some great faffing here at Snarestone.   After we moored up the four of us walked to the Ashby Society shop and brought rather nice ice-creams, after which books were calling and comfy chairs.

The late evening sun through the hedge that night.

Lesley David and I walked to the farm shop the next day.  This is a very undeveloped affair.  There were a couple of freezers selling pastries, some fruit and veg, some bread and rather a lot of factory made cakes which I left well alone.

Quite a shame as five years ago the lady, presumably the farmers wife, said the mobile shop was as she had just started and was going to see how things went.  We brought far more then than today.  It needs someone with a bit of imagination and pizazz.

On the way home from the farm shop, the suggestion was we visit the Globe for a swift half.

The pub in the village has recently reopened after a period of being closed, but there isn't any food being served at the moment and the new decor is somewhat stark and cold for a pub, it needs someone with some experience and pizazz, I fear in it's current state it will be by-passed by locals on their way to the Horse and Jockey a few miles down the road.

That evening Lesley and Joe continued their crusade on teaching David and myself Cribbage, there may have been wine and snacks.

The next morning was blowy, the roof was covered in fluffy, sticky stuff, it looked a right mess even if it didn't here so much.

We departed after the two permitted nights.  

Joe and Lesley had gone at a little after dawn, we followed keenly 90 minutes later! 

I was on foot and here I was already annoyed how he'd left the cratch cushions all in the wrong places.

Such a pretty scene ruined by those cushions.

May is my favourite month, the trees with the sun on them is just gorgeous.

Bye.

I was going to walk back to the next stop, Shacklestone.  It was a little under four miles, I wanted to walk fast.

I had a phone call from David asking where I was, he seemed surprised when I told him I was at the intended mooring talking to Joe. 

The maize had come up in the two days.

So just around the corner to here where the canal passes over the river sense is where we moored up that day.

The next day we were going on a trip to The Battlefields at Market Bosworth, getting there on a steam train.

Great fun however it was cold.

I did't get a good shot of the engine that took us due to all the crowds, so this is the one that took us back just before it turned around, do trains "wind" or just turn around? 

Hard to get a selfie but here is Lesley and the handsome George Clooney.

This is the rear view of sweet Tucker.

Lesley and Marcia, sometimes called Lady Marcia.

This is a very impressive glass installation with King Richard 3rd at the centre, I tried to get the sun shining through but no luck.

David and I went through the interactive museum which was very impressive.  We had a run down by a whizz of a guide in there of the rather complicated Royal Family situation plus the opposing teams of the battle.  

I can't remember much now except that Richard almost had Henry beat but out of the jaws of victory grabbed defeat.  But the visitors centre is very worthwhile a trip, remembering that only last spring we were in Leicester city centre and visited the former council car park, also most impressive.

David fluffed up the train timetable going back so eventually we met back up with Lesley and Joe in the Rising Sun pub Shackerstone and I was so cold I ordered tea to warm up.

That night the Lockgate stove was lit, it promptly went out and the central heating went on instead.