It's a pet hate of mine. No, "hate" is too strong. It irritates me that when approaching a lock with a queue there is often room for a whole narrowboat between the boat next to go in and the lock itself. When there are a few boats waiting, this usually means that there are no bollards or rings for those at the back of the queue, who have to hang on to ropes.
Glascote bottom lock today was a prime example, although at least there was piling to secure a centre rope to.
Before this we stopped at Fazeley to see David and Mary. They came on board for a coffee; I remembered to take a photo this time.
Before that, though, we stopped briefly at Canal Crafts, an end-of-garden shed-based enterprise at Amington. The old boy who runs it seems to be still going strong. He and his grandson (and the dog) gave us a cheery wave as we left.
North West Passage: Day 31 - A day of changing plans and good company today. We'd arranged to meet people at about midday at the top of the Hatton Flight; but there was rain overnigh...
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