Well, the barrage of "acorns" on the roof last night didn't keep us awake, although I did hear one or two in the night. Perhaps they woke me up briefly. I put acorns in inverted commas as they didn't look like acorns despite coming from an oak tree. They were funny, shrivelled, sticky things. I should have taken a photo - perhaps I'll find one I haven't ejected yet and take a pic tomorrow.
The first lock we ascended was Bagnall Lock which, if I have the right one, has stays on the bottom gates to prevent them from swinging open when the lock is empty.
By the way, what's a "grove" in this context?
Just past Spode Cottage was this weird life-size figure in the undergrowth. Who? And why?
This evening fellow BCF members Tracey and Tim, with Tracey's guide dog, Oakley, joined us for a meal.
We had tied up in the reeds, using a gang plank and a long scaffold board to get to firm ground. All the humans managed it, and so did Oakley when it was light, but after the meal it was dark and Oakley refused to walk the plank. In the end Tim brought their boat, Sola Gratia, close enough to ours for Oakley to get from our stern to their bow. Then Tim and I retied Sola Gratia on its original mooring by torchlight. Hooray for LED head torches.
2 comments:
In his hand is not a wine glass but a rain gauge. We are just behind you moored at Rougeley for the night and will toot when we pass tomorrow.
We'll look out for you - if we're not on board we'll be in the garden somewhere.
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