Well, I guess that’s it, interlude over. From nearly 30º at the end of last week to maybe 12º at the end of this. Still, it’s been nice while it lasted. Had a chance to top up the tan before we’re dragged kicking and screaming into the winter.
Yesterday we rejoined the rat-race for a few hours, taking a hire car up the M6 for 140 miles to Yorkshire for Mags’ visit to the clinic. Not a lot of fun; I’d more rather do our habitual 2½ mph than 80 mph. Tense shoulder muscles and a headache, stress related, by the time we got there, then we had to come back again! No, I don’t enjoy driving any more…
Today we dropped down 3 locks out of Fradley, mooring on the straight before Alrewas. First, though, we had to reverse to the service wharf for water and other basic essentials.
The wind was a bit gusty but didn’t actually cause any trouble. With Mags on the tiller and me on bow with the long pole we made it back with just a couple of judicious punts off the canal bed to keep us straight. The worst bit was timing our manoeuvre to slot in between the convoy of boats coming down through the locks.
Looking back to Common Lock
We’re going to hang around the area till this time next week. I’ve got a 10k run in Sheffield on Sunday, then we need to repeat yesterday’s drive so Mags can see the Doc for her annual review. Deep joy!
The wind is going to be quite strong at times over the next few days, in fact it’s picking up now. Not a good time to be mooring under trees! Should strip off the last of those pesky acorns, though.
Locks 3, miles 1