Alrewas was busy with boats everywhere, so some neat & tricky steering required and some hanging onto moored boats but all ended well. More toning of muscles, as we wrestled with narrower but nonetheless heavy and stiff lock gates and paddles.
Fradley Junction for lunch al fresco and much chat among gongoozlers and boaters. After the third lock, we turned sharp left into the Coventry Canal and a swing bridge, which was surprisingly light to turn.
Tiny ducklings everywhere we go
Mike and Jane on nb Romajech
Pete demonstrating swing action
No locks on the Coventry for about 12 miles, so we progressed in a stately manner, finding a mooring at about 7pm. A solitary jogger approached our guerrilla drinking table, which was moved from the towpath with now practised alacrity. He returned, to gasp that he'd be back again on Monday if we could wait, for a glass of beer.
All fairly tired, we retired while it was still light. Climbing the gangplank - first use on this trip due to a bendy bankside - ended the day's excitement.
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