One of the confusing things about the Trent and Mersey is that there are two Astons and two Westons. Today, we stopped at the first Weston you come to heading east: we had thought of carrying on to the visitor moorings within sight of Ingestre Hall, but a stop at the water point below Yard lock and a delay queuing at Aston meant that it was gone twelve by the time we got to Weston and so my lunchtime.
It's been a very pleasant day, with improving weather. Whilst waiting at Aston, I had a chance for a natter with Martin and Margaret on Erin Mae, whom we got to know last winter at Great Haywood; they were on their way back from a trip up the Caldon.
This afternoon we had a burst of activity, doing some more varnishing and cleaning out the box steps at the front door. Having got started, we carried on and swept right through the boat. This means that my haircut, scheduled for later this afternoon, will now take place outside, to avoid having to sweep the floor twice in one day.
Fortunately, it's quite warm and sunny out there.
Tomorrow, we press on through Great Haywood to Wolseley Bridge; there's a sense of coming home, as we'll be in Fradley by the end of this week at this rate.
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