We really enjoyed our break back at home and managed to get
a lot of family time so it was with mixed emotions that we came back to the
boat on Sunday. Catherine was going back
to university in Nottingham so we shared a lift with her. As soon as we hit the M6 the sun disappeared
and the rest of the day was cloudy and rainy.
After Catherine left us we went for a walk in the rain and
found some rope swings; Buddy couldn’t work out how we were moving about in the
air. Karen believes rope swings aren’t
real unless they swing across water.
On Monday morning we popped in Brewood for the last time,
did a few chores, like cutting some wild garlic leaves for one of our meals in
the week.
We set off in half sunshine.
Our flowers survived the break and our first grape hyacinths
had come out.
As we left Brewood we passed this miniature narrow
boat. It was difficult to get a picture
with the right perspective to show how small it really was.
The Shropshire Union canal is really rural between
Wolverhampton and Chester so it is easy to find nice remote and quiet spots to
moor up for the evening. The only town
it passes through on the way is Market Drayton where we are planning on meeting
up with Dave and Barbara who are heading South for the summer. It was noticeable that there were a
lot of boats on the move compared with before Easter.
The arch on this
bridge at Wheaton Aston is oddly shaped.
Our only lock of the day was Wheaton Aston lock and we got
into a lot of difficulty getting into it as the wind kept catching us.
We moored in the only free spot on the Wheaton Aston visitor moorings for an afternoon cup of
tea and cake…
… and then picked up some fresh eggs at this farm.
This lane is called Dirty Lane – a popular name round here
as there was another Dirty Lane at Brewood.
Karen took the chance to show off my new haircut.
The sign in the window of one boat made us laugh.
We passed over the A5 on this aqueduct.
We moored near a place called Little Onn opposite these
sheep. The lighter evenings are so
noticeable now – this picture was taken at 8.30 and would have been brighter if
it wasn’t cloudy. We thought we would be
woken up by the sheep but surprisingly they didn’t start bleating until eight
in the morning.
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