I drove up to Staffordshire this morning for a boat test. The promised sunny intervals eventually materialised, and we had some decent blue skies and sunshine. The star of the show was obviously Sky the dog.
Adrian headed north from work after lunch and we rendezvoused for a car shuffle. It was 5pm when we got to our marina, and we put some water in the tank while we sorted ourselves out. About 20 minutes later we we pulling out of our berth and heading towards Stoke Bruerne.
We carried on for about an hour to get a tank of hot water, and moored up in a favourite spot just past Bridge 57. To repeat a line from a blog from March 2014 when we also stopped here, there’s a field of lambs opposite, so we hope they don’t wake up too early.
3 miles, 0 locks. (But 4 locks today on another boat.)