We upped mooring pins - like tent pegs and set off passing Barrow upon Trent and going through Barrow bridge 16. Once again we had forgotten to remove the chimney before leaving our mooring so I clambered along the roof and hauled it off, the sooty smell puffing up my nose, and tied it up with a bungie on the roof. We had heard stories of folk who had left their chimneys on and going through some very low bridges bent them straight over!
The canal was trailing the A50 road, or rather the road was trailing our route and we noticed that to the opposite side was the train track. It was fascinating to see the three forms of transport, people moving from A to B along the same stretch.
We passed through Stenson Lock and the boat yard there and continued on route towards Willington. We had decided to moor along this stretch so that I could access the village train station, I had a funeral to attend this weekend and needed to get back to the car in Nottingham.
We passed the winding point (turning area) at bridge 23 and realized very quickly that we wouldn't get much quiet as there were trains after trains racing by. So we continued, passing by other moored boats, wondering why they all choose to moor there and moored just before bridge 25, the Coach and Horses bridge. We were along the canal where hedges of blackberries lined the towpath and beyond this was a wide expanse of nature reserve. Delia was in her element until facing off a dog, then she chose to settle down on the deck chair on the stern.
Leigh and I grazed on the berries as we explored the area.
We decided to chop up the pallet on the roof as it was getting in the way and we could do with the wood, so out came the saws and the workbench.
Tomorrow I will leave Leigh on the boat setting off on a bitter-sweet journey ahead. Stay linked to The Kite Experiment fore the journey will continue on Sunday.
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