Market Drayton to Coole Pilate

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Decathlon (red/white) and Piper Cub
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I digress already, back to today, Lucy woke us early this morning hollering for attention, she wasn't hungary, overnight she'd demolished last nights large fish from the chippy.

Anyway we were up and at 'em on the promise of a bacon butty on the move, well it had to be done, after all it was a lovely morning although cold.

So we said au revoir to Market Drayton and headed up the straight (or should that be strait) toward Betton Wood where the Shrieking Spectre is alleged to haunt. Unsurprisingly we didn't see or hear it, but it's a lovely shady glade where the sun shines through the lime green leaves.

Lin worked the locks at Adderley while I steered TQ, and look who's here:-

Steam Narrowboat President

The old and the new (ish)

He's a good horse.

The fifteen locks at Audlem soon approached and it was my turn to work them. Just my luck, every one needed to be filled before we could enter. NB Lindy Lou was ahead of us, they were doing really well and we couldn't catch them.

And now we're at Coole Pilate, and chillin'; or at least Lin is, I'm down the weed hatch pulling out a piece of packing tape that been making an annoying ticking noise as the prop rotates.

Then I filled the stern tube greaser, and then I found some Brasso and polished the inside trim of the mushrooms:-

Before...

...after.

Actually, I've left one for someone else to do.

Lucy?...

Zedsville again.