Once south of Great Haywood, there's a distinct feeling of being in home waters. Even when we were still continuously cruising we would be back here at least twice a year, and now that we're presently based in Mercia, that sense of return is even stronger.
Since the weather was reasonably fine, if cold, we set out at eight, arriving in Rugeley just a bit before nine. We did half an hour's shopping in Wilko and Morrisons and set out again – we were just topping up with immediately needed things for lunch and the like, as well as getting some more of the handy disposable dusters from Wilko.
Sheila steered and I did look out through the challenging section south of the town. There are a series of blind bridge holes as well as the "tunnel" to negotiate, and the radio communication between us was well used. Traffic was pretty steady, especially ex-OwnerShip boats coming away from KB.
We got to our usual mooring beyond Bridge 55, just before Kings Bromley marina, by half eleven. The offside trees, always a bit of a problem here, have got worse over the summer; the best section is now furthest from the bridge, that is, the bit nearest the marina.
I've spent a bit of time this afternoon doing minor chores on the boat, like descaling the kettle and shower head, and cleaning the yucky guck (or gucky yuck) from the underside of the wash basin plug in the bathroom.
Nonetheless, there's still been plenty of opportunity to read the paper and do the crossword, you'll be pleased to know.
Tomorrow, we'll amble on down to Fradley, and into Alrewas on Sunday to rendezvous with Sally and Elanor.
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