The meal was excellent as was the company and, apart from another small group, we were the last to leave the pub. Now...... I could tell you how I staggered back to FS but I don't want to give anyone the impression that I was a bit merry ( it was that large glass or three of red wine that did it) but needless to say, Ian became a good prop for me to hold onto. I still managed this photo of Sawley in the dark on our return and the photo wasn't to blurred so I couldn't have been that bad.
We left it a bit later to set off this morning and although very windy, the sky was blue with only a few clouds and it was lovely cruising weather. Got to Sawley lock and did an 'eeny meeny miny moe' to decided which lock to take. I chose the wrong one as the control box on the right lock wouldn't work. Ian reckoned there was an hydraulic failure somewhere along the line so I had to reverse back out it and took the left lock instead.
|Heading to the right but needed the left.|
|Sharp left turn off the river through the bridge..|
It was also on this stretch that a movement caught my eye from under a fishing peg platform. As I drew level a small head of a dog poked out. It looked most distressed so shoving FS into reverse I shouted for Ian to come and help (he was below). The dog then thought we were it's rescuers and started to swim towards us. I quickly knocked FS out of gear and the dog swam to the stern fender button frantically trying to get up. Ian made a grab for it's collar and missed, it's a wonder Ian didn't do a nose dive into the canal! Anyway, suddenly hurrying along the towpath comes this chap. frantically calling for his dog. The dog, instead of heading toward the man, turns and gets onto an offside garden. We were by now also drifting toward the garden and our immediate thought was to get the dog, push FS back across to the towpath and reunite it with it's owner. The dog thought otherwise and leapt off the garden just missing us, went under for a second or two (had horrible thought of it going under the hull) and then popped up swimming back to the towpath. Here the owner managed to oik it out by it's collar and after a good shake soaking everything including the owner, ran off along the towpath without a care in the world! The owner then told us how the dog had run off chasing some ducks and not returned. The owner had legged it down the towpath and came across us in the dramatic rescue (his words) of his beloved dog. So it appears that the dog went a bit to far in his efforts to grab a duck, fell in and got under the fishing peg trying to get out of the water. All was well in the end thank goodness and I don't suppose the dog will stop its game of chasing ducks but I bet the owner will be a bit more vigilant in the future!
|Look closely under the peg.|
|Just before it set off toward us. No more photos as I was too intent on trying to get the dog.|
And on route today,
|A Cygnet playing with reeds|
|Feeding frenzy at Trent Lock|