Ansty To Hartshill. 1 Puddle With Gates.



Bad light stops Blog!!!!!

The light in my "office" would only glow dimly last night as the tube failed.
Changing one of these old tubes is a major operation and not one to take on in the dark as there are so many tiny little screws involved.
It's working now though.

Yesterday was another day when we seemed to go too far.
It was a perfect autumnal day, very still and quiet with a continuous mist in the air - not enough water to be called rain - but best of all there were no other boats out and about.

This was the scene at the normally packed moorings at Sutton Stop/Hawkesbury Junction.

Whilst we were stopped and taking on water, one of the four moving boats we saw that day came along and took the puddle with gates stop lock. No worries there though, they were heading for Atherstone in a bit of a hurry.

A vandal with a sense of the ironic at Nuneaton?

It's still there, all on it's own. I know it's been asked over and over again, but, why did they leave that one when they removed the others?

Our journey took us past the junction to the Ashby, invoking memories of chugging up there in the freezing cold way back in February to pick up Crunchie.

It was getting late as we approached a mooring way out in the country that we have stopped at three times before and been in total solitude.
This time though there were three boats nose to tail crammed in on it, I know I keep going on about boaters doing this, but they really might as well be in a marina.
There are hundreds of places to moor along here but this particular place has a really good view and is a very nice place to be............. on your own.

It's somewhat akin to camping in the solitude of the woods and then having three other campers coming along and pitching their tents almost on top of yours.



Staying put today.






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




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