We had another early (for us, for winter) start this morning, as we had some distance to go. Setting off around nine, Sheila steered Sanity Again to that metropolitan marvel of modernity, Rugeley, where there were very few boats moored.
Sarcasm aside, as I've said before, Rugeley's great advantage is the presence of a Morrison's and a Wilkinson's within easy walking distance of the cut. Apart from that, the place is really only of interest to power station aficionados (Rugeley is one of the cold start stations, but otherwise quite small by River Trent standards, two 500MW units) and Inspector Morse fans (it's where the original events that underly The Wench is Dead reached their climax).
We stocked up with well priced hardware and perishables, and were on our way half an hour later. Sheila continued to steer on a chilly day, whilst I put things away and made mugs of coffee. After negotiating the Armitage tunnel and the restrictions following, we arrived in Handsacre just before twelve. The original plan had been to carry on to Kings Bromley, but the weather and growing hunger induced us to stop just out of Handsacre at Bridge 59.
Tomorrow, on to Fradley.
1 comment:
The last time we came through Rugely we found something of interest :-) An out door swimming pool in a canal side garden!! It was the second one we saw on that trip and our thoughts were that the area must be coming up in the World.
Ann
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