We set of early this morning, after our very early alarm call from this cheeky little chappie clattering up and down the roof.
Setting off to get through the urban sprawl of Wolverhampton. That meant the end of the Shropshire Union.
Joining the Staffordshire & Worcestershire canal. Its deep clear waters and heavily wooded banks meant it looked and felt more like a river out in the countryside than a canal passing through a large town. After worrying about being hemmed in by factories and housing it came as quite a surprise.
The Staffs and Worcester is a beautiful canal very green and quiet and full of interesting features and silly names.
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Here's one for all you Family Guy fans.
Shortly after this bridge we engaged stealth mode and went off to do some shopping, deploying the footpath rover to carry home the supplies.
We carried on through the countryside and locks planning to stop early before the forecasted rain arrived. Which it did just as we entered the last lock of the day. Mooring up quick sharp we got below decks while the thunder storm raged above. After a couple of hours we moved on to a beautiful spot and decided it was so nice we would stop here and have a rest day.
The new neighbours took little interest in us.
The new neighbours took little interest in us.
