That tilting feeling in the night

At 0430 I woke up to find I'd rolled into the middle of the bed. Very much Jan's territory - so what was going on? I got up and tried to walk across the floor. Either the half pint of HPA (one for Jim, that) was much stronger than the billed 4.0% and had a delayed action, or the boat was on the huh, as they say in Norfolk. The tilt was pronounced and the level of the pound was clearly down, but it didn't seem bad enough to warrant doing anything about it until a more reasonable time, so I went back to bed.

At 0730 I went to refill the pound.

The lock below seemed watertight - all paddles down and gates shut - so the pound itself must have sprung a leak somewhere. This is between Curdworth Locks 8 and 9 on the Birmingham and Fazeley, the pound which includes the Dog and Doublet pub. The pound above was longer with plenty of water and its level barely altered when I sent two or three lockfuls down.

Continuing up the Curdworth flight one of the bridges has a bit of an identity crisis. Is this Broad Bulk Bridge?

Or is it Broad Balk Bridge?

Broad Balk looks the older sign, but Nicholson - not infallible - has it as Broad Bulk.

We stopped at Minworth, below the three locks. Tomorrow we'll whizz up Aston and Farmer's Bridge Locks.