Stretton Stop to Brinklow - Day 13 & 14

Pete saw a heron fishing at 4.30am - it dived completely under water to the middle of the canal before reappearing with a fish.  It then took this to the bank, threw it in the air to get it into the right angle then swallowed.  The next fish was left on the bank, either not to the heron's taste or too big to eat.  Crows came, devouring the heron's leftovers along its route.

A tattooed boater went by with his missus, playing music via a speaker on the roof.  No, not Iron Maiden at zillions of decibels but.. Radio 2.  Pete: "Bit loud, isn't it?".  Boater: "Wot's it got to do with you, twat!".  Well bad.

Set off for Brinklow Marina, along a pretty stretch of canal with mature trees arching overhead.

The marina itself is in a lovely setting, but is rather bare with almost no facilities.  Eric arrived to show us the visitor moorings and helpfully offered a lift to the local Tesco for supplies.

Very, very hot, so we sat in the shade of rusty-red containers placed conveniently beside the mooring.

Said goodbye to Pete, whose wicked sense of humour has made us all laugh til it hurts. Then an early night, as all very tired.