Monday, 15 June 2015

Nice lazy weekend at Burston



It was due to rain all day on Saturday but we didn’t fancy staying in Stone as we were moored in a long line of boats and fancied getting somewhere on our own.  That’s one of the joys of our current lifestyle in that we can move our home whenever we want to.  We had a last look round Stone and came across yet another old flint mill - it has now been converted into a fancy bijou hotel.

We cruised a couple of miles and were soon out in the country again.  This house had embraced the canal by making these ‘narrowboat’ plant pots.

The weather was kind to us and the rain eased off whilst we were cruising.  We went down just the one one lock, Aston lock.

At Little Stoke we passed the half way point of the Trent & Mersey canal – 46 miles back to Preston Brook and 46 down to the inland port of Shardlow.
 

We found a nice quiet spot to moor for the rest of the day.  This picture was taken on Sunday morning by which time the weather had improved.



On Sunday morning we had a little cruise for a mile or so to Burston to be further out in the countryside and find somewhere to have a good walk.  We made a curry together that needed nine hours in the slow cooker.  I worked out a figure of eight walk that took in some wetlands, meadows, three villages and a pub.

We set out south from the canal and soon went over the River Trent which is quite small here compared with when it gets to Nottingham.


We saw a buzzard but couldn't get a decent shot.  We walked through a wonderful flower meadow that I'm sure will be full of butterflies soon but we saw none unfortunately.  We did hear and see skylarks which are becoming increasingly scarce according to Springwatch.  The picture at the top of the page was taken in the meadow.



When we walked out of Aston and back over the River Trent, Buddy insisted on taking me over the raised footway used in times of flood.


This lamb was being rather inquisitive as we walked along a section of the canal.


Burston was a pretty village and we popped into The Greyhound for a well deserved pint.


When we got back to the boat these geese had gathered opposite us - I think they knew it would annoy Karen.

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