It seems that here, but no-where else, he was forced by the local topography to follow the river bed, but only for a mile.
Meg and I had a pleasant walk around Branston Water Park this morning. It was a warmer start to the day than of late, with glimpses of early sun through the trees. That done, dinner for tonight prepared, we set off, following a Shakespeare Line hire boat towards Tattenhill Lock.
There are good moorings either side of Branston Bridge, but some of those above the bridge are overshadowed by trees, which is why we prefer those below. At this time of year you don’t want to be moored beneath a crab-apple tree!
Approaching Tattenhill Lock, where we had a spot of bother…
I saw the preceding hire boat out of the lock, then Mags came up to the bottom gates before I drew the lower paddles. Or tried to. She ran aground on something in the bridge hole. With a flush of water out of the lock, judicious tiller-waggling and a squirt of power she came in alright.
I don’t know why she’s smiling, she’s stuck!
Leaving the lock the canal runs between the access road to the gravel quarry on the right and the busy A38 on the left. And through what is believed to be the narrowest bridge on the network.
Lining up for Bridge 36
We overtook the hirer below Barton Lock while they were taking on water, and had an easy run up with a boat just leaving the empty lock and two more waiting to come down.
Out of Barton Lock.
A noisy straight pound alongside the main road ends at Wychnor Lock and the rise up to the river level.
Under Wychnor Bridges
The navigation above the lock takes the smaller of the two main river channels crossing the flat wash lands below Alrewas.
Looking back at the squat tower of Wychnor church
Passing a large weir which takes most of the Trent water Alrewas Lock comes into sight.
A shame, no boat coming down!
Up the lock, and our planned overnight mooring was almost empty, just one boat on the length of piling.
Locks 4, miles 5