Last night we wandered down to the Shroppie Fly for dinner and a pint and found it most enjoyable, the pub is very dog friendly and the service was good. It was reasonably busy for a Tuesday night.
The weather forecast for today was not good even though last night was a clear sky, we still woke to rain in the form of very hard showers. We pushed off at 11 while it was fine. The first lock had leaked off a bit and then just through the bridge we met a boat coming up, the the pub lock was full, apart from the poor leak. The original plan was to get water in front of the pub, but as a boat was approaching the lock from below we thought it better to go down on the full lock. Mistake, he pulled in on the water point below the lock. Whilst in the lock the first of the heavy, squally showers hit us, I took cover in the trees, Diana stayed in the lock and went into the boat. Once it stopped we pulled out and sat on the lock moorings until the other boat had finished with water. Once full we had a good run down the next two locks with them both being full. Whoever does the garden beside the bottom lock is still growing things there.
We carried on with one minute bright warm sun and the next a short heavy shower with loads of wind. Overwater has a very smart camping/caravan site beside it. I wonder if anyone has ever compiled a list of canal side sites, people oft ask for them.
I can’t remember how many years this temporary fix on this section of collapsed offside bank has been like this, 5 or 6 maybe?
I have got to hand it to some people on how adventurous they are with their paint schemes I wouldn’t have the confidence to do that.
Just look at those clouds in the phot above, we carried on and arrived at Hack Green lock in the sunshine, but before we had looked down it was raining again. So Diana inside and me under the bridge. they only last a few minuets and are gone until the next one. As we approached the bottom lock I could see a boat heading towards the lock so we would be able to leave it open. What I didn’t expect was a steam whistle, it was Tixall who I haven't seen for years.
Just look at the difference in the sky in this photo. Once through the lock we only went a short way passed the winding hole to moor for the night.
Today’s Journey 3¾ miles with 6 locks in 2¾ hours
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