We set of to a fine, sunny morning but with a very cool breeze and we met boats regularly all day, several in bridge holes. As we got to Streethay HS2 had all their plant lined up ready for tomorrow morning.
They have also moved on quite a bit since we passed on our outward trip.
Yesterday I mentioned the boat with the extra long rope fenders who moors just below the lock, these are how they are supposed to be fitted, it would bother me they might catch something.
I know they say bad weather is coming if the cows are all laying down together, but I am not sure what sheep doing it signifies
The housing estate just before Fazeley is really making head way, they build the wooded internal framing first, cover it with a damp proof membrane, add the roof and then brick up the outside, a system that has been used on Scotland for over 50 years.
It was quite slow going from here as there were three boats ahead and we met several plus moored boats. At Fazeley Junction the boat ahead of us joined the queue for the water point, we turned right to go to Fazeley Mill Marina for a pumpout, when we arrived they were still closed for lunch and thankfully no one was on the services so we slid in backwards to wait the arrival of the afternoon staff, once that was sorted and we bought a couple of ice creams, well it was much warmer now, we headed back the Fazeley Junction and arrived just as the boat we had followed early finally got to the water point. We turned right and headed to Glascote Locks which were both against us with a boat having just gone up the first lock and no one coming down. Rather than moor in this area for the night we carried on to spend the night in the marina, on the way we passed a tree that was part way across the canal, fallen from the offside but plenty of room to get through.
We also passed this boat with knitted mushroom vent covers, I guess it saves polishing them, not that I ever polish ours.
When we arrived at the marina the wind had freshened a bit, but was in the idle direction to just slowly swing my bow to port as I reversed down and into our slot.