Two nights ago we moored near Bridge 55 on the Staffordshire and Worcester Canal and yesterday we cruised through the Northern outskirts of Wolverhampton to Autherley Junction where the last blogs question is answered.
We turned left up the Shroppie - had to be done. With the stop lock done, all of four inches deep we dropped onto lower waters. Cruising on through Brewood (pronounced Brood) we encountered deep wooded cuttings and high embankments created from the spoil removed from the cuttings. Through one lock at Wheaton Aston, we stopped at Turners Garage for diesel, well it would be rude not to at 47p a litre. Finding little in the way of unoccupied moorings here we ploughed on into the sticks until we found a nice mooring spot between Bridges 26 and 27.
So I dropped the mooring hooks behind some very robust armco and set up a spring line just in case. Good job I did as later in the evening the Shropshire Star trip boat went past with their "professional skipper" at the helm, at what sounded like full chat, no respect for other people, their property or the environment.
Later he came back even faster and pulled my mooring hooks through the armco. I jestured to him to slow down, it looked like he said sorry and shrugged his shoulders and carried on past the next boat moored some way ahead at the same speed.
A remark was placed on their Facebook page.
Today, we were much later slipping our moorings and didn't get away until nearly 10:00. It was really cold all day even though the sun was shining, and in Cowley Tunnel it was noticeably warmer.
Gnosall (no-sull) was nice.
We didn't stop at Norbury Junction, for reasons mentioned earlier (re- Shropshire Star), and it was becoming gongooglised, it being Saturday.
Onward through Grub Street Cutting and a stop at The Anchor for a swift half was called for, then it was back to the boat for a cheese and tomato sandwich. Fatal isn't it? But we made the effort to keep going all the way though Woodseaves Cutting, Tyrely Locks and on to Market Drayton.
|In Grub Street cutting.|
|The Anchor Inn.|
Oh! And Lucy? There's a little story here. We went for fish and chips tonight in Market Drayton and bought enough for three. She's flat out with a belly full of fish, there'll be no consoling her when trying to get her back on cat food. Right now she is actually snoring.