We loafed about at Wilmcote (actually, we cleaned mud off the roof and stuff) then set off at around nine, Sheila pottering along a rather shallow canal. A nice lady waited for us at Bearley/Odd Lock, as she saw us coming over the aqueduct and the lock was empty. In practice, she'd have had time to turn the lock and get down it before we got there; I was steering for that bit (Sheila and heights, no, no) and Sanity Again crawled across at just on 1 mph.
There was plenty of room at Wootton, where we had a coffee and then a stroll into the village to buy a paper. That shop is well worth exploring; it's one of your genuine Aladdin's cave variety. We couldn't resist the farm shop on the way back, nor the "Free Range Pork Pie" on sale. I commented on the quaint concept, and the guy serving said that it was really sad when they cut their little legs off. At least one of us is barmy; I should have asked him if he flew helicopters...
This afternoon we unloaded everything from the lower bow locker, repacked it all and included the broken folding chairs, whence they will be extracted when we get to Kings Bromley and can take them back to where we bought them.
Some pictures from the aqueduct (Sheila, look away now):
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| The start of the beast |
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| Those are very tall trees... |
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| This bloke stopped to take a photo of the boat, so I returned the favour |
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| Not much between the boat and the railway |
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Hi
At the end of July we'll be at Burton helping with the IWA; we plan to visit KB earlier than that with any luck.
To follow the refs to pilots, pigs, etc, you need to know your A Team, either the new(ish) film or the original telly series. Murdock, ace helicopter pilot, is also quite deranged and the remark about catching free range pork pies and having to cut their little legs off struck me as exactly the kind of thing he would say.
All the best
Bruce
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