We were soon passing the old Kings Bromley Wharf
Through some lush farmland
Along a beech wood
Coming to our second lock of the day, Shed House Lock. Mike hadn't lost his lock working skills
Having successfully made the turn into the Coventry Canal at Fradley Junction
Mike and I walking down the start of the Coventry to close the swing bridge after AquaLife goes through.
We moored up just after the water point and walked back to Fradley Junction for morning tar. Here, remote from any other settlement the canal authorities created a self contained community to house their employees. Lawrence taking a short cut across the lock at the junction and the old canal managers house in the background.
Tim and Mike went via the bridge
The sign post at Fradley Junction
Our second ever 'selfie'
We have a little time up our sleeve, so we motored down the Coventry for the rest of the day and we will turn around tomorrow at the winding hole about a mile beyond Hopwas and return to Fradley Junction and continue our journey down the Trent and Mersey.
As we were approaching this boat the terrorist on top was happily taunting two German Shepherds on the bank. As we slid between the boat and the shore Tim and Mike, in the bow, were afraid one of the frenzied GS's was going to use Aqua Life as a springboard to get at its tormentor.
We stopped for lunch at Huddlesford Junction. Lawrence opted for no lunch and a nap; he had had a huge slice of Apple pie with lashings of cream for morning tea, so Tim, Mike and I took ourselves off for what turned out to be a very nice lunch at The Plougn.
Nearing Whittington
Heading into some flat country
Moored up on the edge of Hopwas Hays wood just past the military firing range. We have the forest on one side and down below us on the other runs the River Tame. Once again, lighting the BBQ was the first prioriy. An hour or so after we moored up we had the most delightful visitor
He/she, unlike most other swans I have encountered was very sweet and gentle and consequently got heaps of holy, blessed by the Virgin, special swan food purchased at vast expense from Worcester Cathedral and previously reserved for cygnets, ducklings and and baby moorhens only.
We had another fab dinner courtesy of Tim and Mike and we are watching Great Canal Journeys just so Lawrence can feel really superior as we watch Timothy West crash and bash his way down the Canal Du Midi.
11 miles, 3 locks, 1 swing bridge, 6 hours
No comments:
Post a Comment