Having encountered some towpath signs identifying that the area we were in was for a maximum of 48hours of mooring we thought it time to move. We were unsure if these were rogue signs as we had been offered an inkling that some further down Atherstone were (some boaters are grumpy enough to bother to print out signs and nail them up!). So even after a long day in the Birmingham area we got home for just after 7, it has been 50hours, so not to upset BW we pulled up the mooring lines and set off.
Only thing was, now that the nights are drawing in, we were soon enough moving through a dark air and even darker liquid.
Leigh managed to get us through bridges even without a working headlight (not a good idea!). It was so dark that we had no choice but to find the first available area to moor up. I lept off into the darkness with the middle rope and Leigh slowed her down. We hammered in the pins with the useless wind-up torch and got indoors to the candle light. The batteries are not at their best and Leigh has been doing much research into Traction batteries and the fooling of boaters into 'maintenance free leisure batteries'. We now have two 6volt tractions in the post, horray!
And thus we were fortunate to be unharmed by our very ill planned brief move. And the next day as I left the boat at the crack of dawn I didn't notice the huge overhanging bush obstructing the canal along with us moored opposite it! So Leigh was grumbed at by other boaters and bless him, pulled the boat along (stallion style) to a more accessible area in the pissing rain.
And see what we are looking out to now... (I feel luckier than ever!)
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