As forecast, it was an early start this morning, though we weren't the only ones on the move by any means. By half seven, we were breakfasted and ready to go, locking down Bagnall, winding and locking back up again in twenty minutes. Sheila made a good job of the winding; I think I've said before that the winding hole in Alrewas is deceptive. Thanks to the curve of the towpath, there's only just room to get 70' round.
By nine, were up the Fradley Locks, and sitting on the water point on the Coventry. The pressure was no better than usual, so we settled for three quarters of a tank, and will do a proper fill at Fazeley the day after tomorrow.
As we left, we passed Dolce Far Niente on the visitor moorings, and, it being ten to ten by now, gave them a blast on the klaxon. We were rewarded in due course by the appearance of two tousled heads in the cratch; sorry if we woke you up, guys!
/blush
Although it rained on and off (mostly on) I did a fair bit of lookout from the well deck on the tricky bit through Streethay, where we spotted Tilly May on the service wharf.
Arriving at Whittington at ten to twelve, I just had time to nip into the village for a paper before lunch. The weather has now improved, but we've been chilling out in the cabin, watching a DVD and reading, mostly.
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