First we needed to top up with water, empty the loo and get rid of the rubbish. Watched by a number of gongoozlers at the Greyhound pub, I made an almost perfect turn onto the Coventry canal, no reversing needed and no banks hit. Where was the applause from the public??? Oh well, I gave myself a pat on the back instead!
Only three miles to Marsdon junction, passing Charity Wharf with it's bizzare and strange mannequins and the jumble of trashed cars and boats. Must be one of the best known places on the Coventry canal.
|The Gorilla was actually seen in a back garden.|
Ian at the helm as we reached the junction and he also made the turn onto the Ashby without incident. Pat that man on the back too!
Found a lovely rural spot where we could run the generator without worrying about other boaters. An hour later and another boat appears. Now this mooring has a long length of piled edge and we were the only boat so I didnt feel he needed to pull right onto our stern. But this is exactly what he did even though the generator was running. Oh well, maybe he is deaf and has no sense of smell. The exhaust was pointing at his bow and the fumes must have filtered into his boat.
BBQ was lit and then the rain started. Blooming typical! Didnt dampen the chicken or sausages but it stopped us from eating outside.
We may stay on this mooring over the weekend. Ian has decided the towpath edge is at just the right height to paint the gunwales. A lot depends on the weather.
And a sparrow gathering.