At least, I think that's where it is...
We made our usual prompt start from Market Drayton this morning, after an uproarious evening with Calolrann, Josesphine, Jhono and Grime - I should say that John has now corrected the spelling of his wife's name on their blog, but that seems to be no reason to give up on such a creative idea.
We had a very pleasant cruise through Betton Wood (supposedly haunted, but we've never seen anything) and down Adderley Locks. This is a really nice flight, excellent position and so on, but sadly in need of maintenance. On we went, Sheila managing to do the breakfast washing up and make a cup of coffee before we arrived at the top of Audlem.
We were followed down that flight by an Anglo Welsh boat doing the Four Counties in a week; starting from Great Haywood on Saturday, they'd made it to here by Tuesday, and were planning on Barbridge for tonight. It sounds like an impossible schedule, frankly; they are half way through the week and nothing like half way round the ring, but I expect they'll make it up somehow.
We tied above Lock 12 at 11.45, four hours after setting off and had a leisurely lunch (the Anglo Welsh crew nipped into the Shroppie Fly for a quick pint before going on).
After lunch we went for a walk to see where the new Overwater Marina is, and on our return, thinking fondly of a cup of tea, found Acen and Autumn Years tied behind us. So we had the cup of tea on Autumn Years, and then seemed to start drinking red wine for some reason.
As a result, here I am cooking dinner and doing this blog post at nearly seven o'clock.
What a merry life.
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