This morning the temperature had plummeted to -1 and a good frost surrounded us. The day was set to deteriorate so we got underway early. Our motto? Travel when it is dry, stop when it gets wet.
Planning to stop in Atherstone all we had to do was 5 locks to reach the moorings the other side of the Kings Head pub. Shopping was the plan as looking in the Nicholson's, there didn't appear to be any more supermarkets between here and our route to Sandiacre. Yes, there are local shops on the journey but certain items can only be purchased at the bigger stores. Mizzle had started during the walk turning heavier by the time we got back. Fully expecting to stay, the aerial went up but even by turning it this way and that we again had no success in finding a signal. Blast. Never mind seemed another evening of Netflix was on the cards.
|This nice chap helped on two of the locks. A lone boater arriving at lock 1 just after us. Ian reciprocated by lifting a paddle on the next three locks.|
But we did move after all. A mug of coffee later and the decision made to leave. It was SO noisy here. Road noise, trains rumbling past every 15 minutes and worst of all Cockerels crowing! Can you imagine that sound at first light tomorrow morning! Nop that was not for us so, although it was still raining, we descended another 4 locks to find a quiet mooring.
|approaching lock 7|
|Plenty of boat traffic heading toward Atherstone.|
And as to my blog heading?