I’d been thinking about getting some solid fuel, we’re down to 1½ bags and the wood is going down. On the route we’re taking there are still quite a few boats about, making my expectations of finding firewood low. So this morning I rang a local dealer who delivered at a quarter past ten. Not bad eh. But he was only five minutes away…
Could be a useful source for stove parts, too.http://www.wentworthfuels.co.uk/
We were putting the grocery delivery away when I realised there were some substantial gaps in the inventory. No fresh bread, veg or cakes. So I rung up the Cheryl on the helpline, who, after checking up was able to confirm that a box had been missed off the delivery. The bad news was that they might not be able to re-deliver till half-one. I nearly cancelled the outstanding items for a refund, but then thought about the doughnuts I’d promised Mags…
As it was I’m glad I didn’t, the van turned up just 20 minutes after I’d finished the call, so we were still able to be away soon after noon.
From the junction to the basin in the centre of Coventry the towpath is adorned with sculptures. These are mounted on the footbridge.
We’re away, Mags in the stop lock.
Around the corner, now on the North Oxford.
In the middle of the last century there would have been boats everywhere along here. Unloading coal, waiting to unload coal, or waiting for orders after unloading.
Painting the pylons.
You don’t see that every day…
The Wyken Colliery Arm is now occupied by the Coventry Cruising Club.
As we approached Ansty the blue skies we’d enjoyed all morning turned grey and threatening clouds started to move in. By the time we’d reached Bridge 17, our halfway point for today’s trip, the rain had started and continued for the rest of the afternoon.
Looking a bit black over Bill’s mother’s…
The West Coast Main Line follows the canal for a mile beyond Ansty.
Under the M6 in Nettle Hill Cutting.
A bit of a wiggle in the canal past a stretch of offside moorings takes you to another long straight, finishing at Stretton Stop, home of Rose Narrowboats and that annoying little pedestrian footbridge.
From here it was only a damp mile to our planned stop at All Oaks Wood.
Passing the Brinklow Arm, an abandoned length that ran to a wharf on the edge of the village.
Moored up after three hours. And it’s stopped raining now…
Locks 1, miles 8¼