After yesterday's long (for us) trip, a much easier one today; it's just a couple of hours from Tixall to Taft Wharf, so we had a relaxed start and set off at eight. We could have left it later still, but queues can build up at Haywood and Colwich locks.
The strategy worked well. Sheila did the big sweeping turn on the Wide and half an hour later we were locking down at Haywood. It was a pleasant chug to Taft, with traffic building up all the while. There was plenty of room when we got here at ten, just in time for a coffee before taking advantage of the dry weather to wash the starboard side.
As we finished, we got into conversation with Colin and Jan on Polako who were engaged in similar titivating activity. It turned out that they know Graham and Carolann on Autumn Years and were planning to meet up shortly.
Truly the cut is one extended village.
After our morning exertions, we've been taking it a bit easier this afternoon. Peter and Jan on the other Sanity passed by; Peter had popped to see us last night at Tixall when they were moored at the far end of the wide from us. Regular readers (as they are, indeed) will recall that their Sanity is moored on Finch pontoon at Mercia, but we've known them since our own days on the Braidbar Sanity.
Like I say, it's a village community. Later on, Stephen and Jayne on Dolce Far Niente went by, but we didn't get a chance to speak.
Sheila's got some more crochet done and I caught up with IT stuff. Tomorrow, a late start again; it's about an hour to the Tesco mooring in Rugeley and we don't want to get there until some of the overnighters have had a chance to set off and make room.
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Wednesday, 17 September 2014
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
Almost chilly
It was overcast with a chill breeze this morning, so that sweatshirts were de rigeur and I almost put long trousers on. We made an early start, setting off at seven, as we wanted to water at Spode House and then shop in Rugeley.
This timing worked out well; as we were filling the tank another boat arrived to use the water point and a second turned up as we left. The pressure there is no more than adequate, so queues probably build up at busy times like these.
At just after nine there wasn't a lot of space on the Rugeley shopping moorings, but we got in on the end just after the rail bridges. Two trips were made, one into town for sundry bits and bobs and the second to the new Tesco. We'd planned to get bread at Morrisons but they've stopped doing the nice multigrain farmhouse, so we bought some Staffordshire oat cakes instead, correctly surmising that Tesco wouldn't have them.
Back at the boat, Sheila prepared to steer off whilst I stowed the loot. Boats were now coming and going, it being nearly eleven, and it took her a while to get clear of the pack. It was beginning to warm up and we had a very pleasant run to Taft Wharf.
(I've continued to label this mooring as Bridge 69 for the sake of continuity with earlier despatches from here.)
There were plenty of spaces here; we've stopped at the Rugeley end, before the trees start.
We've been busy this afternoon, too. The whole boat is covered in dust as a result of various agricultural activities in fields opposite our recent moorings, so we've made a start on the clean up by washing the roof.
Tomorrow, we need a start timed to get through Colwich and Haywood locks before they get busy but to arrive at Tixall after some spaces have become free. We reckon this means leaving here around eight; time will, as they say, tell.
This timing worked out well; as we were filling the tank another boat arrived to use the water point and a second turned up as we left. The pressure there is no more than adequate, so queues probably build up at busy times like these.
At just after nine there wasn't a lot of space on the Rugeley shopping moorings, but we got in on the end just after the rail bridges. Two trips were made, one into town for sundry bits and bobs and the second to the new Tesco. We'd planned to get bread at Morrisons but they've stopped doing the nice multigrain farmhouse, so we bought some Staffordshire oat cakes instead, correctly surmising that Tesco wouldn't have them.
Back at the boat, Sheila prepared to steer off whilst I stowed the loot. Boats were now coming and going, it being nearly eleven, and it took her a while to get clear of the pack. It was beginning to warm up and we had a very pleasant run to Taft Wharf.
(I've continued to label this mooring as Bridge 69 for the sake of continuity with earlier despatches from here.)
There were plenty of spaces here; we've stopped at the Rugeley end, before the trees start.
We've been busy this afternoon, too. The whole boat is covered in dust as a result of various agricultural activities in fields opposite our recent moorings, so we've made a start on the clean up by washing the roof.
Tomorrow, we need a start timed to get through Colwich and Haywood locks before they get busy but to arrive at Tixall after some spaces have become free. We reckon this means leaving here around eight; time will, as they say, tell.
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Saturday, 29 June 2013
Chugging on through Rugeley
The internet here at the pig farm mooring has become quite amazingly slow, even though the modem is showing a strong signal; maybe everyone is watching Wimbledon on iPlayer. It’s a shame, because we’ve had a good day in general, even if we didn’t sleep brilliantly last night. We’d estimated two hours from Kings Bromley to Rugeley and another 45 to 60 minutes from there to the pig farm at Bridge 69.
So we set off at half seven, having been up since just after six, and did indeed take almost exactly two hours to get to the shopping mooring. After the first half hour the battery bank had finished the bulk charge phase and the water was good and hot, so Sheila started a washload. This was almost done by the time we were ready to stop; we just had to wait ten minutes or so for the final spin to complete.
Once that was done, we went to Morrisons and to Lowndes the greengrocers. Shopping done, off we went again, Sheila now steering whilst I stowed the supplies. I took over before we got to Brindley Bank Aqueduct, where for once I made a complete hot milky drink* of the turn and had to go astern before I could get the boat round.
I was being tail gated at the time, but I really shouldn’t have let that influence me. Once over the river, I slowed right down and waved them though. They soon disappeared into the distance; slowing down for moored boats, blind bridge holes or anything else clearly wasn’t part of their technique.
Now feeling much more relaxed, we ambled on to find the pig farm moorings vacant, though they’ve filled up a bit as the day’s worn on.
It’s been another quiet, not to say dozy, afternoon, the weather now quite warm and sunny; there's another steady run in prospect for tomorrow, through Great Haywood and about halfway on to Stone.
*A Horlicks, in other words
Friday, 10 May 2013
Off we go again
I found myself lying awake in the night wondering if the wind would moderate sufficiently for us to get away today, but needn't have worried. Although it was mizzling down in a rather unpleasant way first thing, there was very little wind at half eight, and I made the turn out of the junction without too much trouble.
There was a fair amount of traffic about, but we only had to wait a little while at both Haywood and Colwich Locks. There was plenty of room to tie here at the Pig Farm by Bridge 69, which we reached at half ten.
We spent the rest of the morning pottering about, mainly on the internet, and listening to the wind rising again. Early boating was the answer today, no doubt about it.
Just as we were thinking of getting some lunch, Hadar was seen through the portholes, apparently coming in to tie. In fact they'd just stopped to sell some coal to the boat tied behind us, which didn't prevent us all having a good old natter on the towpath for about half an hour.
We've not had a chance to catch up for a couple of years, so it was very good to be able to do so. Jo is now selling mats and coasters based on her wildlife photography, so we've bought a set for Walnut Lodge.
The afternoon has slipped quietly by, Squirrel lit and the paper to read. It's still pretty yucky out there; we're hoping for an improvement before a longish day's boating tomorrow, through Rugeley with a shopping stop and on to Kings Bromley.
There was a fair amount of traffic about, but we only had to wait a little while at both Haywood and Colwich Locks. There was plenty of room to tie here at the Pig Farm by Bridge 69, which we reached at half ten.
We spent the rest of the morning pottering about, mainly on the internet, and listening to the wind rising again. Early boating was the answer today, no doubt about it.
Just as we were thinking of getting some lunch, Hadar was seen through the portholes, apparently coming in to tie. In fact they'd just stopped to sell some coal to the boat tied behind us, which didn't prevent us all having a good old natter on the towpath for about half an hour.
We've not had a chance to catch up for a couple of years, so it was very good to be able to do so. Jo is now selling mats and coasters based on her wildlife photography, so we've bought a set for Walnut Lodge.
The afternoon has slipped quietly by, Squirrel lit and the paper to read. It's still pretty yucky out there; we're hoping for an improvement before a longish day's boating tomorrow, through Rugeley with a shopping stop and on to Kings Bromley.
Monday, 15 April 2013
Warm and windy
We didn't make a seriously early start this morning, but still managed to be on our way before nine. The wind was at first no problem; indeed with a bit of sun around it was very pleasant indeed. Mind you, by the time we got to the fiddly bits between Handsacre and Spode House/Hawkesyard Priory the breeze was enough to give me a bit of a challenge.
Hovering by the Plum Pudding to let Sheila walk through the tunnel and make sure it was clear I got blown over towards the towpath enough that I ended up brushing it with the stern as I set off. Apart from that, there were enough boats on the move to keep it interesting; none were met in the narrow sections.
We stopped at the water point beyond the Spode House moorings to top up the tank and drink a coffee. Setting out again, I had an uneventful trip to the shopping moorings in Rugeley, arriving just on 11.15. This was just nice time for a canter round Morrisons and Lowndes fruiterers before lunch.
We treated ourselves to the scrummy Morrisons' traditional pasties, despite it being meat free Monday. No matter, I got a nice looking cauli in Lowndes, so it's cauliflower cheese tonight. I must report a striking first for the year; when we got back to the boat, it was too hot inside just from the Squirrel ticking over very slowly. Both Houdinis went on the cork (ie propped open with wine corks) and the doors left open.
Sheila ran a washload on the way to our overnight mooring here at Bridge 69, aka the Pig Farm. We've dropped the cratch in anticipation of the serious wind again tomorrow; it's warm enough inside it as a result to make the well deck a good place to stand the rack full of wet washing.
Flies have appeared, sufficient to require deploying the swat, and Sheila has just had to usher a wasp out of the side hatch. Spring is definitely with us, despite the wind.
We're going to sit tight here tomorrow, almost certainly, then chug or zig zag our way to Tixall on Wednesday.
Hovering by the Plum Pudding to let Sheila walk through the tunnel and make sure it was clear I got blown over towards the towpath enough that I ended up brushing it with the stern as I set off. Apart from that, there were enough boats on the move to keep it interesting; none were met in the narrow sections.
We stopped at the water point beyond the Spode House moorings to top up the tank and drink a coffee. Setting out again, I had an uneventful trip to the shopping moorings in Rugeley, arriving just on 11.15. This was just nice time for a canter round Morrisons and Lowndes fruiterers before lunch.
We treated ourselves to the scrummy Morrisons' traditional pasties, despite it being meat free Monday. No matter, I got a nice looking cauli in Lowndes, so it's cauliflower cheese tonight. I must report a striking first for the year; when we got back to the boat, it was too hot inside just from the Squirrel ticking over very slowly. Both Houdinis went on the cork (ie propped open with wine corks) and the doors left open.
Sheila ran a washload on the way to our overnight mooring here at Bridge 69, aka the Pig Farm. We've dropped the cratch in anticipation of the serious wind again tomorrow; it's warm enough inside it as a result to make the well deck a good place to stand the rack full of wet washing.
Flies have appeared, sufficient to require deploying the swat, and Sheila has just had to usher a wasp out of the side hatch. Spring is definitely with us, despite the wind.
We're going to sit tight here tomorrow, almost certainly, then chug or zig zag our way to Tixall on Wednesday.
Thursday, 4 October 2012
Pottering on away from the Potteries
Once south of Stone, you don't think of being in the Potteries any more, though I guess the fact that most of the country's sanitary ware is made in Armitage, beyond Rugeley, makes that less clear cut than you might think.
No matter, after a very quiet night last night (there was still a lot of space on the towpath this morning), we had a relaxed start after a lie in. I eventually wandered down to the shop to get a paper, whilst Sheila got Sanity Again ready to cruise. It was her turn to lockwheel, so she walked on ahead when we set out. I managed to time my arrival at the lock (which I knew was empty from walking past it ten minutes before) so that I barely needed to go astern to wait for it to be ready.
The weather was very pleasant indeed, sunny and calm, though quite nippy. It's the time of year when boating in a southerly direction in the morning can be complicated by sun dazzle, but that's a small price to pay. A couple of boats left their moorings below the lock as we passed and followed us to Colwich, where again we were able to go straight in and down.
There was a handful of boats on the towpath either side of Wolseley Bridge, including some of the regular lurkers on this stretch, but still no huge jam of them. Where is everyone?
No boats tied at Bridge 68, either, so we had a choice of mooring spot; we picked a straight stretch in the sun, opposite the pig farm. The farmer has been working with a telehandler for some of the time, but when there's no noise from its engine and reversing alarm, we can hear the gentle grunting of the porkers as they go about their business in the cool autumnal sun.
Elanor has agreed to take in an Ocado delivery for us at the weekend, so I've sorted that this afternoon, as well as reading the paper, doing the crossword and having a little post prandial doze.
It's a great life – even the forecast is better for tomorrow than it was, so we may well carry on through Rugeley, but if not, we've plenty of supplies to keep us going here until the day after.
I just won't be able to get a paper, that's all.
/floor
No matter, after a very quiet night last night (there was still a lot of space on the towpath this morning), we had a relaxed start after a lie in. I eventually wandered down to the shop to get a paper, whilst Sheila got Sanity Again ready to cruise. It was her turn to lockwheel, so she walked on ahead when we set out. I managed to time my arrival at the lock (which I knew was empty from walking past it ten minutes before) so that I barely needed to go astern to wait for it to be ready.
The weather was very pleasant indeed, sunny and calm, though quite nippy. It's the time of year when boating in a southerly direction in the morning can be complicated by sun dazzle, but that's a small price to pay. A couple of boats left their moorings below the lock as we passed and followed us to Colwich, where again we were able to go straight in and down.
There was a handful of boats on the towpath either side of Wolseley Bridge, including some of the regular lurkers on this stretch, but still no huge jam of them. Where is everyone?
No boats tied at Bridge 68, either, so we had a choice of mooring spot; we picked a straight stretch in the sun, opposite the pig farm. The farmer has been working with a telehandler for some of the time, but when there's no noise from its engine and reversing alarm, we can hear the gentle grunting of the porkers as they go about their business in the cool autumnal sun.
Elanor has agreed to take in an Ocado delivery for us at the weekend, so I've sorted that this afternoon, as well as reading the paper, doing the crossword and having a little post prandial doze.
It's a great life – even the forecast is better for tomorrow than it was, so we may well carry on through Rugeley, but if not, we've plenty of supplies to keep us going here until the day after.
I just won't be able to get a paper, that's all.
/floor
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Monday, 23 July 2012
Hot dog boating
I was going to get Sally to do this post but a) she's having a bit of a sulk and b) she's really too hot, which certainly makes a change this summer.
With a bit to do today, we managed a variant of our flying start. After a bit of early morning snuggling, Sheila got up and started boating; I gave Sal her first thing walk whilst Sheila got the boat into cruise mode, then I made two mugs of tea, gave one to Sheila on the helm and took the other back to bed with me.
I was promptly joined there by Sally, who snoozed away on Sheila's side of the bed with her head resting on my shoulder. Apart from the dark hair and big pointy ears, I hardly noticed the difference from having Sheila there…
/wahaha
We stopped on the water point by the Spode House moorings, and filled the tank right up. Sheila had started a washload already, and had another ready to go for after we'd stopped at Rugeley. We got to the shopping mooring by just after nine. Not being able to take Sal with us meant several solo trips, but we got it all done, including getting some more plants for the troughs and pasties for lunch.
It was now half eleven, so I took Sal for a comfort break walk (it was too hot for anything else) then we had an early lunch. By half twelve we were on our way again, second washload running and She and Sal sunning themselves on the bow.
We've tied by Bridge 69, and will stay here tomorrow, probably. The washing is out to dry on the whirligig, and I've topped up the batteries again, the bank having fully charged by the time the washing was finished.
Before I go, a big hi to the crew of Four Goldens, who passed us in Rugeley and follow this blog. Have a good trip!
/hihi
With a bit to do today, we managed a variant of our flying start. After a bit of early morning snuggling, Sheila got up and started boating; I gave Sal her first thing walk whilst Sheila got the boat into cruise mode, then I made two mugs of tea, gave one to Sheila on the helm and took the other back to bed with me.
I was promptly joined there by Sally, who snoozed away on Sheila's side of the bed with her head resting on my shoulder. Apart from the dark hair and big pointy ears, I hardly noticed the difference from having Sheila there…
/wahaha
We stopped on the water point by the Spode House moorings, and filled the tank right up. Sheila had started a washload already, and had another ready to go for after we'd stopped at Rugeley. We got to the shopping mooring by just after nine. Not being able to take Sal with us meant several solo trips, but we got it all done, including getting some more plants for the troughs and pasties for lunch.
It was now half eleven, so I took Sal for a comfort break walk (it was too hot for anything else) then we had an early lunch. By half twelve we were on our way again, second washload running and She and Sal sunning themselves on the bow.
We've tied by Bridge 69, and will stay here tomorrow, probably. The washing is out to dry on the whirligig, and I've topped up the batteries again, the bank having fully charged by the time the washing was finished.
Before I go, a big hi to the crew of Four Goldens, who passed us in Rugeley and follow this blog. Have a good trip!
/hihi
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Retail Therapy in Rugeley
Sheila did one of her flying starts this morning, leaving me drinking tea and listening to Today in bed whilst she set off along the cut. As a result, we were in Rugeley by nine, and had a mega shop in Morrisons and Lowndes, the greengrocer opposite.
Back at the boat, Sheila set off again whilst I made a coffee and put all the booty away. It took me until we reached the Brindley Bank aqueduct to do so. The weather was pleasant enough, but not very exciting. There's been a lot more traffic today, a result of being near the Four Counties Ring, probably.
We tied for the day by the pig farm near Bridge 69, and have been pottering since, catching up with email, crocheting, abusing idiot PR companies who use my "webmaster at" email address to send me media releases of no interest at all. (This means you, Cision. I'd be less irritated if the things were better written.)
At least the baby piggies over the other side of the canal are entertaining, though it feels a bit mean to smile at them in view of tonight's menu.
It's going to be pork loin chops.
I've washed the port side of the cabin, since the towpath is on that side at the moment. The cunning wash device continues to earn its keep, making the whole thing much less of a drag. I was able to wash, rinse and dry the side in less than an hour. We're coming up to needing to polish it again, but that means both of us feeling energetic at the same time.
/sweat
Tomorrow, on through Great Haywood to Weston, probably.
Back at the boat, Sheila set off again whilst I made a coffee and put all the booty away. It took me until we reached the Brindley Bank aqueduct to do so. The weather was pleasant enough, but not very exciting. There's been a lot more traffic today, a result of being near the Four Counties Ring, probably.
We tied for the day by the pig farm near Bridge 69, and have been pottering since, catching up with email, crocheting, abusing idiot PR companies who use my "webmaster at" email address to send me media releases of no interest at all. (This means you, Cision. I'd be less irritated if the things were better written.)
At least the baby piggies over the other side of the canal are entertaining, though it feels a bit mean to smile at them in view of tonight's menu.
It's going to be pork loin chops.
I've washed the port side of the cabin, since the towpath is on that side at the moment. The cunning wash device continues to earn its keep, making the whole thing much less of a drag. I was able to wash, rinse and dry the side in less than an hour. We're coming up to needing to polish it again, but that means both of us feeling energetic at the same time.
/sweat
Tomorrow, on through Great Haywood to Weston, probably.
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Tuesday, 5 July 2011
Heading back to Alrewas
It's been another day when it all came together, yippee. We made an early start from Tixall, and I managed to wind Sanity Again off the towpath and round to go the other way in one move, no going astern at all. She really is a very well behaved boat. We'd wanted to get away in good time so as to have a chance of a space on the water point, and were only just early enough.
I went under the towpath bridge (incidentally, is that arch a parabola or a hyperbola?), turned right and reversed up on to the wharf. Peggy O'Neill I and II were just finishing and pulled out, so we were able to pull right back out of the way. Good pressure here, so although the tank was down to a quarter full, we didn't take an impossible time to get around 600 litres in there. Nonetheless, other boats kept turning up as we did so.
By eight we were working down Haywood Lock, and chugged merrily on to Colwich on a bright sunny morning. Braidbar 91, Dalliance, was just coming up, so Sheila had a chat with Ken as they worked the lock.
By the time we were down, another two boats were waiting to come up. On we went, running a washload as we did so, and arrived at Bridge 69 to find the towpath deserted.
We've settled here for the afternoon and evening, as the weather has deteriorated. A fair bit of computing's got done, and similar indoor activities. It's still quite hot; I suspect we'll have some serious rain overnight.
One discovery: a website called Living on a boat, full of useful stuff on that topic. It's not related to any of the organizations, it's just a broad based resource, as far as I can see.
I went under the towpath bridge (incidentally, is that arch a parabola or a hyperbola?), turned right and reversed up on to the wharf. Peggy O'Neill I and II were just finishing and pulled out, so we were able to pull right back out of the way. Good pressure here, so although the tank was down to a quarter full, we didn't take an impossible time to get around 600 litres in there. Nonetheless, other boats kept turning up as we did so.
By eight we were working down Haywood Lock, and chugged merrily on to Colwich on a bright sunny morning. Braidbar 91, Dalliance, was just coming up, so Sheila had a chat with Ken as they worked the lock.
By the time we were down, another two boats were waiting to come up. On we went, running a washload as we did so, and arrived at Bridge 69 to find the towpath deserted.
We've settled here for the afternoon and evening, as the weather has deteriorated. A fair bit of computing's got done, and similar indoor activities. It's still quite hot; I suspect we'll have some serious rain overnight.
One discovery: a website called Living on a boat, full of useful stuff on that topic. It's not related to any of the organizations, it's just a broad based resource, as far as I can see.
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Saturday, 16 April 2011
Along the familiar cut again
For the trip down the Staffs and Worcs and up the Shroppie, we'd gone back to having the relevant Pearson's guide out on the slide, memory not being quite what it was, these days. To protect them from the weather, we use a cheap map case, with its strap clipped to the hanging rail in the engine room so that it can't blow away.
Setting off this morning, however, I thought "Why do I need this? I can just about recite the bridge numbers and features all the way from here to Alrewas." So I kept the Garmin in front of me, to have a speed and moving time read out, but left the guide alone.
Earlier, before I'd had breakfast, indeed, I took a couple of photos of the atmospheric mist hanging over the water:
and the fields:
Off we went at half seven, the idea being to get through the bottlenecks of Haywood and Colwich Locks before things got busy. We paused just before the junction to dump recycling, then under the bridge and round the bend we went, impressing a Canaltime as we did so.
Below Haywood, we stopped briefly again whilst I scampered to the paper shop, but managed to get away before the Canaltime, which had winded in the junction , had finished descending the lock.
There was a bit of action at Colwich, too, but no real hold up. FMC ex-working boat Lamprey was waiting to come up; presumably on her way to the Ellesmere Port Boat Gathering, though she'll have to get a shift on to make it for next weekend now.
We've stopped for the night at Bridge 69. This mooring is still popular, being just short of Rugeley but still in the countryside, although the rural effect is a bit more pronounced than it was, due to the young pigs living on the offside. They are quite delightful, actually, pottering about with little grunts, and occasionally engaging in mock fights, just don't breathe in too deeply. And I guess getting the barbie out and chucking some sausages on it would be in poor taste.
The railway line is visible but not too intrusive, and we saw a steam hauled train going north this morning. I couldn't recognise the loco, which was long and black, a mixed traffic beast, I would guess, with an impressive rake of 13 maroon coaches behind it.
Tomorrow, on through Rugeley to stop at Handsacre, probably.
Setting off this morning, however, I thought "Why do I need this? I can just about recite the bridge numbers and features all the way from here to Alrewas." So I kept the Garmin in front of me, to have a speed and moving time read out, but left the guide alone.
Earlier, before I'd had breakfast, indeed, I took a couple of photos of the atmospheric mist hanging over the water:
and the fields:
Off we went at half seven, the idea being to get through the bottlenecks of Haywood and Colwich Locks before things got busy. We paused just before the junction to dump recycling, then under the bridge and round the bend we went, impressing a Canaltime as we did so.
Below Haywood, we stopped briefly again whilst I scampered to the paper shop, but managed to get away before the Canaltime, which had winded in the junction , had finished descending the lock.
There was a bit of action at Colwich, too, but no real hold up. FMC ex-working boat Lamprey was waiting to come up; presumably on her way to the Ellesmere Port Boat Gathering, though she'll have to get a shift on to make it for next weekend now.
We've stopped for the night at Bridge 69. This mooring is still popular, being just short of Rugeley but still in the countryside, although the rural effect is a bit more pronounced than it was, due to the young pigs living on the offside. They are quite delightful, actually, pottering about with little grunts, and occasionally engaging in mock fights, just don't breathe in too deeply. And I guess getting the barbie out and chucking some sausages on it would be in poor taste.
The railway line is visible but not too intrusive, and we saw a steam hauled train going north this morning. I couldn't recognise the loco, which was long and black, a mixed traffic beast, I would guess, with an impressive rake of 13 maroon coaches behind it.
Tomorrow, on through Rugeley to stop at Handsacre, probably.
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