Here's the Gnosall one, just after filling up at the Texaco garage.
To start the car the driver (chauffeur?) fetched his starting handle and gave the engine the merest hint of a turn before getting back into the car. I don't know how he knew it had started; true to reputation it didn't make a sound.
We stopped at Norbury Junction to have a look round. Some of the boats in the wharf had intriguing markings on their hulls.
I got Jan to drop me off in the bridge hole so I could nip up and take a look.
The stream was dry and overgrown where I could see it before it disappears under concrete covers as it crosses the bridge.
Jan spotted the other. It was perching on a branch as we went by, just a few feet away. Amazingly it didn't fly off. I fumbled to get my camera out of its case; by the time I could take a photo it was becoming partially hidden.
And the other Roller? This was, incongruously, next to a fairly unkempt mooring among trees on the offside. This one does appear to have
This post was written and published using the free wi-fi of the Wharf Tavern, Goldstone. (Password provided at the bar - no "registering" needed.) Cost: a pint of Atlantic, which I enjoyed.