But it was a clear morning, the bright sun soon burning the frost off.
Reflections at Hazelstrine Bridge, No 96
I’ve tried to find out the origin of “strine”. Most bridges were named for local landmarks or places, and I was wondering if strine was Celtic or Saxon for copse or wood.
Unfortunately, the only reference I can find is for a comic Australian English where the words are spoken with a strong western Australian accent and run together. Eg 'Eye-level arch play devoisters ...' ("I'll have a large plate of oysters"). If you want a laugh have a look at these…
Another short trip today, just up to Park Gate. We’ve got a Tesco delivery coming in the morning, and you can moor almost next to a layby below the lock. It’s also a handy stop for Midland Chandlers, although I’ve resisted the temptation so far - although we do need some loo blue…. And there’s probably something else we need once I get in there.
The sun stayed out all day, just a bit of high cloud knocking about. It was warm in the sun, but the temperature dropped alarmingly as soon as you ran into shade.
Back gardens of Acton Trussell.
After stowing all the food we’ll toddle on and find somewhere to moor in Penkridge. Meg is booked in with the doggy-doctor for her annual check-up and boosters on Friday afternoon.
Locks 1, miles 4
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