Fradley Junction To Rugeley. 3 Locks.

A bit of a slip up!

Sunday was an absolute wash out so we stayed put for the day...........

...............Monday on the other hand started off in a much better frame of mind.

Leaving our mooring fairly early - for us - we set of into the stillness of the day looking forward to a peaceful chug.

That notion was very quickly shattered though as we arrived at the organised chaos of the junction itself.

All was well so far......... but when we reached the second lock of the day and I was stepping back aboard from the lock side, I slipped.

I am far too big and heavy to fall over - but that is what i did -  as I went down onto the back deck my arm went over the tiller arm which jammed in my arm pit, the resultant popping and tearing noises were something else. I also managed to take most of the skin off of my left shin which took a massive bang on the edge of the boat.

There I am lying in a crumpled heap on the back of the boat when the two people (both men) who were helping at the lock laughed and turned away, they didn't even bother to tell D about it as she didn't see me go over.

I can only hope that they get whats coming to them, but that would just be nasty....... wouldn't it?

We have spent the rest of the week at Rugeley as this is a borderline "have to go to the doctors" job.
This is from someone who hasn't been to the quacks for at least fifteen years and that visit broke a run of ten years.



Until next time........................





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Fazeley Junction To Fradely Junction.

Junction hopping. 

Fazeley Junction in all it's sogginess last night.

I know Graham on NB Armadillo is having a sunset fest at the moment, but a foreboding rain filled load of clouds is all I can manage at the moment.

Mind you, the autumn flotsam can be quite colourful.

Here you go then,
stick Tracy Emin's name on it,
call it "A Misguided Feather" and wait for the money to roll in.

A strange thing here as far as I am concerned, these are acre upon acre of Srawberry fields.
Call me old fashioned but I thought Strawberries were a summer fruit ????

It's been another day of sunshine and mildness, which, after yesterdays rain has been most welcome.
We are now at Fradley Junction on the end of a huge row of boats that weren't there when we arrived......................... but then again it is Saturday.



Until next time.......................




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Atherstone To Fazeley Junction, 13 Locks.

What a day!

The water point here is back in action.



Leaving Atherstone on an absolutely glourious morning we had a feeling that this might be a long day as we would probably squeeze the most of the weather.
The flight was tackled in a much more repectable two and a half hours this time even with every lock being against us.
This being much better than the four and a half hours it took us last time because of all the boats that were around.



The pictures below are in no particular order but they sum up our seven hour cruise.

We are now at Fazeley Junction where the rain is trying to hammer it's way into the boat through the roof.
Even now there are still a few lost souls moving past us, happy is not the best word to describe them.



Until next time..........................





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