About a week ago, after our rather extended mooring days inbetween Atherstone Locks, we had decided it was time enough to move. We set off up the flight of locks continuing along the Coventry Canal towards Nuneaton. We said goodbye to the local goat, and geese, tucked Delia up inside the boat and I set off ahead with the windlass in my hand whilst Leigh took the tiller.
It is a glorious route, under red-ivy bridges, with trees lining the path up hill. The old locks are slow to fill so there was little rushing to be done, mind you it did surprise me when one couple were commenting on the time lost (12 minutes to be precise) when another set of boaters didn't leave a lock in their favour. Ah we can all grumble but sometimes things are best left to drift away.
As I watched our home slowly rise in the locks I thought how grand an idea that our entire home moves with us. An obvious thought but one that really got me this day.
We had completed all the Atherstone Locks by late afternoon and were happy to say a farewell to them as the next stretch is a straight run, lock free.
We pulled up for the necessities, not as easy a job as it sounds, when filling up water, Leigh had to hold the hose pipe against the dribbling tap as we didn't have a connector for it. And manoeuvring our 65ft steel tube to access said water point and disposal area was all down to Leigh's tiller tricks, not at all an easy endeavour.
And so we passed Atherstone's bridge 41 underneath the aptly named Bridge and Barge pub passing this building...
And moored up for the night.
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