I'm going to gather a few days together as we have done ridiculously little.
We left the mooring a bit late in the morning, but the volunteers had arrived at about 9am. Three on duty, so those locks were a doddle and without wishing to sound like an American talking to soldiers, I thanked all three for their service.
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| The last lock outside Fradley. |
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| In fact this was the morning, on our own so very peaceful. |
There was rain forecast for the afternoon, I was delighted as I'd brought three books with me.
We were aiming for Alrewas. David had been out cycling this morning and part of his 20 miles he'd come along the towpath between Fradley junction and the village of Alrewas and seen several boats moored up on a long straight section, staked but in lovely sunny country positions.
"Shall we look and see if there is space?"
Oh yes says I.
So that is where we ended up, as we came to the last lock in Fradley and the skies turned darker and darker, I suggested that we just take that last available mooring here but he said nooooo its not going to rain until 2pm.
Well Reader I have to tell you that I find him very irritating when he does this, flies in the face of evidence right in front of his eyes and dismisses it.
I walked along, all the boats had gone and we did moor up.
It poured at 2pm. Very irritating.
Supper was an invention of leeks, spinach and chickpeas all in a baked kind of risotto loaded with cheese at the end.




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