Merry Christmas

After mooring up for the winter at Viking Marina we quickly settled into our winter routine.   Time has been spent on general maintenance and repairs on Brent III, and also on some of her occupants.   We have replaced the white van with a Ford Mondeo Ghia so are now travelling in style.   I entered the November Novel writing event again and reached the website's target of 50,000 words but there is still some editing work required on my novel.   

The festive season is fast approaching and fairy lights are twinkling on some of the boats in the marina.   We enjoyed a trip with Cath and John to the bustling Beverley Christmas Market which had an opening parade and a wide variety of stalls.  

Now we are nearly ready to start our Christmas holidays I wish you all a  Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.   

Home to Goole

After spending a couple of nights at Torksey we sailed through to Lincoln and, in complete contrast to the quiet countryside, we moored up outside the University halls of residence.  I enjoyed a walk round the city and then climbed the steep streets up towards the cathedral. Near the top of Steep Hill I spotted a Roly's Fudge Shop, an irresistible treat after the long climb.  

Steep Hill leads up to Lincoln Cathedral

After our stop at Lincoln we decided to return to Torksey and complete our journey north on the Trent.  The tide was high, carrying logs and debris towards us, but after the first hour it turned and we started to pick up speed.  

Keadby railway bridge, a humber keel is on the left and a coaster is moored up on the far side of the bridge.

At Keadby the green weed is once again prolific and we kept an eye on Bess and Brinny who might have been tempted to try walking on it.   Cath and John drove down to see us and we enjoyed an evening chatting and catching up on their news.  

Green weed covers the canal at Keadby

We've enjoyed travelling on new waterways but it's also nice to return to familiar ground. We moored up at our usual haunts on our way to Doncaster where Kev wanted to upgrade his phone.  The coverage on his Talkmobile network is non-existent in remote areas so he chose a Samsung phone and swapped to O2.  To retain his phone number we had to ring Talkmobile for a PAC code to give to O2.  Simple, except Talkmobile didn't want to talk to us.  We made 5 calls which followed a similar pattern; after a lengthy wait the call would be answered and we were advised we would be put through to the Terminations Team. Unfortunately the Terminations Team were determined to terminate the call before we could terminate the contract and we were repeatedly cut off.  

Kev's patience gave out and, as we had already sailed out of Doncaster, we turned Brent III round and returned.  The new phone was packed back up and we marched back to Carphone Warehouse where, faced with the prospect of us returning the phone, the assistant put a call through to Talkmobile and had the necessary code within 5 minutes.  Now the new phone is up and running we are very pleased with it. 

The weather forecast indicated a change for the worse and we have some maintenance work to do so we decided to head for winter moorings.  Luckily we didn't have far to go because Viking Marina had space for us.  The wind was getting up as we arrived but that didn't stop us having a drink or two with Cath and John that evening.  

Our cratch board made a convenient shelf for the empties - guess which one was mine!

Since leaving the marina in April we have covered 846 miles and come through 456 locks. 

Map of the waterways we travelled in 2014.

Newark

After a night in Nottingham we continued east on the Nottingham Canal and rejoined the River Trent opposite the Nottingham Forest football ground.  We had intended to stop at Holme Lock but after pulling over we noticed some signs advising the visitor moorings were not available.  The Lockie told us the boats on permanent moorings were moving onto the visitor moorings during some initial work on the hydro-electric generator which is to be installed.  We carried on to Stoke Lock to find the moorings had all been taken and so went on to Gunthorpe and although it was busy there was space for us.  

On Sunday Shaun, Laura and the kids came over and brought with them some sanding discs.  After all our hard work sanding down Brent III we'd used up our supply.  We all enjoyed an excellent meal at the Unicorn Hotel which is conveniently across the road from the moorings.  

On Monday we moved on to Hazelford Island, famed for it's blackberries.  This year the bushes were laden and we quickly had enough for a blackberry and apple crumble. Hazelford is also famous for it's rabbits but the population seems to be diminished and Kev found the reason for this when he spotted some mink droppings.  The weather was fine so we removed everything from the roof, including the solar panels, and painted on an undercoat.  

We left Hazelford in the fog and as we approached Newark we were surprised to see some rowing boats emerge through the mist.  They were probably surprised when we blew our horn in warning.  

At Newark we hoped a mooring with an electric point would be free and we were in luck; 2 boats left the moorings shortly after we arrived.   This enabled us to leave the solar panels off and complete the roof with two gloss coats in light grey.  We also painted both sides in cream and added a red band over the roof handrail so we were pleased with our progress.  

On Sunday Sarah came over to see us and, as we both have new cameras, we went for a walk with them before enjoying lunch and a lazy afternoon chatting.  

Newark Town Lock from the castle

By Wednesday morning we'd been at Newark for 8 days and decided it was time to move on before Just Beer really did become Kev's local.  We arrived at Cromwell in time to go through the lock and onto the River Trent.  As we headed north Kev spotted an unusual sight and grabbed the camera for a photo of a low-flying vulcan bomber.   The plane was part of a fly-past on the following day to commemorate the 25th anniversary of the end of the Cold War. 

A vulcan bomber flew over as we sailed down the Trent

After a pleasant journey we moored up outside the lock at Torksey and very carefully returned the solar panels to the roof.  It was nice to be away from civilisation again and some spectacular clouds at sunset preceded a clear starry night.  

Torksey sunset

Our journey from Nottingham to Torksey

Full Circle

From Alrewas we travelled north-east to Burton-on-Trent stopping twice on the way.  It hasn't been a good year for sloes so when we saw a black-thorn bush bearing fruit we quickly pulled over, much to the amusement of boaters coming in the opposite direction.   Our second stop was for Morrisons before we moored up at Shobnall Fields.   Here we noticed a pigeon bathing in the canal.  It repeatedly flew down onto the water, had a splash about and then flew out.  

A bathing pigeon, an unusual sight but the goose doesn't seem impressed.

The canal was busy as we travelled to Willington so when we left there we had an early start.  We still found ourselves in a queue for the first lock but were pleased to see a free mooring at Ragley Boat Stop, a popular pub serving excellent meals.  

Relaxing at Ragley Boat Stop

On Sunday we had a visit from Nic, Gaz, Shaun, Laura, all the kids and little Ted.   We enjoyed a lovely day and of course a meal in the pub.  

Little Ted and Brinny in a photo taken by Gaz

At Sawley we put in some hard work on Brent III, sanding down the roof and remaining side panel ready for painting.   When Kev sanded round the skylight he found the roof was very rusty so we had an extra job removing the skylight and grinding out the rust before treating the area.   Our final task at Sawley was to hose off all the dust and luckily Sawley's waterpoints have a very strong pressure.  

Brent III in the early morning mist at Sawley

From Sawley we sailed down the River Trent to Trent Lock (marked with a green blob on the map), the junction of the Rivers Trent and Soar, the Erewash Canal and Cranfleet Cut .   As we turned onto the Cranfleet Cut we came full circle; on 18 May 2014 we sailed out of the Cranfleet Cut to head down the River Soar.  Since then we've travelled 520 miles and come through 398 locks.  

The short Cranfleet Cut by-passes an unnavigable section of the River Trent which we rejoin as a wide river.  From here we sailed on to the Beeston Cut that took us into the centre of Nottingham.  

Arts Festival

The Trent  and Mersey took us through the small town of Stone where we stopped overnight before continuing through open countryside.  As the Bank Holiday weekend approached the boat traffic increased and as we moored up in a quiet spot a familiar boat came towards us,  Victoria Plum, whose home mooring is Viking Marina.  Don pulled over and we had a good natter before a heavy shower had us running for cover and Don continued towards Stone.  

Cows paddling  on a rural stretch of the Trent and Mersey

It's a shame the weather has turned cold and wet this month and we've been glad of the gas central heating.  We were pleased to see a trader selling coal at the side of the canal but surely we shouldn't need it in August.   But the cold weather did us a favour.  While looking for warm clothes in our under-bed storage I spotted a damp patch and further investigation revealed the small water filter was leaking.  Luckily nothing had been damaged and Kev easily fixed the leak.  

The next small town was Rugeley which has a new large Tesco store next to the canal, ideal for stocking up.   The once busy Morrisons in the town centre was obviously feeling the impact of the competition; when we called in their 'reduced to clear' shelves were full and even included cans of beer!

Fradley Junction connects the Trent and Mersey to the Coventry Canal and several locks resulted in a queue of boats.  Once through we moored up next to Fradley Reservoir and nature reserve.  The path round the reserve makes an interesting walk revealing numerous bird and bat boxes, a hide with a thatched roof and some wood carvings.   I took the new camera but didn't need the zoom for the huge wooden dragonfly at the entrance. 

Wooden dragonfly in Fradley nature reserve

 By chance I walked Bess and Brinny up to the next village  along the canal, Alrewas, and discovered it was their biennial arts festival week.  The next day I went for a look round and followed the arts trail around the village.  The route was marked with colourful bunting and fabric pictures and quilts hung from gates, fences, trees and even canal bridges.  I enjoyed a spinning demonstration and looking round the art, textile and photographic exhibitions held in various halls along the route.  

Detail from a wall hanging in Alrewas arts festival

   

Nursery rhyme characters make a jolly display 

Our journey from Wedgwood to Alrewas

    

The Potteries

At Barbridge Junction we turned off the Shropshire Union and onto the Middlewich Canal.  There are just 4 locks on this short canal but as it's part of the popular Cheshire Ring some queues developed.  Coming out of Minshull Lock we passed 8 boats waiting to go through in the opposite direction.  

Poor little Bess picked up a chest infection and was very down.  A visit to the vets in Middlewich resulted in a course of antibiotics, an anti-inflammatory and a whopping £80 bill. Happily Bess quickly responded to the treatments.  

At Middlewich we turned south on to the Trent and Mersey Canal and headed out of town past the huge piles of salt at the saltworks.  Our luck at avoiding delays ran out as we started to climb the Cheshire Locks also appropriately known as Heartbreak Hill.  At the third lock we were stopped by a boater in front who advised there was a shortage of water ahead.   We could see our pound was down and after walking up to investigate further I was told the water shortage stretched over 6 miles.   Canal and River Trust staff came out but seemed to be at a loss about the cause of the problem or how to resolve it.  They eventually decided to stop boat movement for a few hours which allowed the water level to improve sufficiently for us to proceed.  

Waiting for the water levels to recover.  This section of the canal has two locks side by side to reduce delays!

 When boats started moving the water levels rapidly diminished and we came to a halt as we grounded on a shallow bend.  Luckily we could get ashore and I walked ahead to let some water down from the next lock while Kev manually towed Brent III into deeper water with a rope.   We were pleased to see the water levels were normal at Rode Heath and moored up with two other couples who'd been travelling with us.  We all sat out and enjoyed a drink or two as we discussed the failings of CRT.  We have since seen from the stoppage notices that a leak was identified on one of the locks and there have been attempts to repair it.  

The next day, despite a bad forecast, we decided to move on and up to the top of the locks to avoid being caught out by any further water shortages.  Shortly after the last lock we joined the queue for Harecastle Tunnel.  This tunnel is 2926 yards long and isn't wide enough for two-way traffic.  Convoys of 8 boats are allowed into the tunnel from one direction at a time and we were lucky to be the last boat in the next group travelling south.   We were warned the headroom varies and in places it is very low but our journey through the tunnel was slightly quicker than the estimated 45 minutes.  

The entrance to Harecastle Tunnel.  The canal is orange due to iron deposits leaching into the water.   

Inside the tunnel the yellow paint indicates the lower level of the tunnel roof ahead. 

South of Harecastle Tunnel the countryside gives way to the Potteries.  Distinctive kilns line the bank, some factories are sadly derelict whist others are still operational and now have their own small museums and visitor centres.  

The kiln outside Middleport pottery.

 We decided to visit the Wedgwood factory which relocated from Burslem to Barlaston in 1940.  The interesting factory tour took us through the processes of bone china production and it's elaborate decoration and the intricate work on Jasper ware.   The Wedgwood Museum held a vast collection of pottery was well as information about Josiah Wedgwood and his experimental work on pottery techniques.  

Surprisingly work is underway to build a new factory which will accommodate new technology and improve the facilities for visitors.  Also included in the plans is an 80 berth marina so there'll be some changes the next time we come this way.  

Our journey from Calveley to Wedgwood 

A Holiday on Land

From the rural moorings at Coole Pilates we sailed into the busy little town of Nantwich.  We arrived on market day but a bigger event was due to start the next day; the Nantwich and South Cheshire show.   The showground was adjacent to the canal and as we sailed off in the morning people were streaming over the canal bridges and cars were queuing to park in the fields.  

After Nantwich the canal widens into a broad canal and the landscape changes, the steep cuttings and embankments give way to fields and round lock huts stand next to some of  the wide locks.  

Now disused, a round lock hut which had a single room and a curved door.  The planks in front of the building are stop boards which fit across the lock entrance to stop the flow of water in an emergency or for maintenance.   

We retraced our route from 2012 back to Tattenhall Marina where we left Brent III to take some shore leave at Mum and Dad's in Chester.  It was good to see the family again with Sar, Sam, Jo and Paul, and little Nellie joining us during our stay.  

Whilst in Chester we took the opportunity to buy a new camera to improve our chances of taking some good pictures of the wildlife we see on the canal.  Our new camera has a 50mm and a zoom lens and a multitude of functions and settings; luckily we can use autofocus until we've mastered the other settings.  I particularly like the continuous shooting option which increases my chance of a good photo from a moving subject. 

A grey squirrel in Grosvenor Park, Chester.  Sar and I went for a walk with the new camera and I was pleased to get this shot.  

After an enjoyable and relaxing stay at Chester we returned to Brent III and sailed south.  On board we have everything we need for a task we have been putting off, repainting Brent III.  At Calveley we were able to dismantle the wheelhouse and lay out the windows and roof on the bank, during the day, for painting.   We were able to make good progress although the tail-end of Hurricane Bertha kept us inside on Sunday.   

Our journey from Coole Pilates to to Tattenhall Marina and back to Calveley

Audlem Festival of Transport

The time had come to move on from Norbury Junction but we didn't go far, just along to a pub recommended by other boaters.  Sadly the Anchor Inn did not live up to expectation and we won't be passing on the recommendation.   

During the hot weather Bess and Brinny have been having their walks during the cooler evening.  From our mooring at Goldstone we followed the towpath under one of the high bridges and into the narrow Woodseaves Cutting.  The canal has been cut through sandstone leaving craggy rock faces which are partly hidden by ivy and other vegetation.   A strip of trees cling to the cutting sides but the occasional uprooted tree shows their grip is precarious.   

High Bridge over the Woodseaves Cutting

As there is barely room to pass other boats on the Woodseaves Cutting we set off early the next day and arrived at Market Drayton in time to look round it's large street market.    That evening a working boat towing it's butty passed us, unusually both were loaded with loose coal. 

Historical pair, the butty is being towed passed us at Market Drayton

The next day we moored at Adderley Locks and some more historic boats sailed passed. Realising there must be an event somewhere Kev called out to find out where they were heading: Audlem, 2 miles further on and our next intended mooring.  It doesn't take much to persuade us to stop in one place so that's what we did.  

The boats were travelling to the Audlem Festival of Transport and a good turn out filled every available mooring.  The fly boat Saturn was open to the public and I had a look inside the tiny boatman's cabin.  It was about the size of our bedroom and would have been the living space for the family working the boat.  

Boats fill the canal at the Audlem Festival of Transport

The festival included a historic car rally on a nearby field where cars parked up surrounding a helicopter which was on display.  

The oldest cars on display with the helicopter in their midst.

As I wandered round I spotted a sign for the Wool Boat and was soon chatting to Colin and Carole, the friendly owners.  Looking through their wicker baskets of sample balls I spotted some James Brett random wool in subtle tones which I will knit up into a cardigan.   Its a good job I don't live on Saturn, there's barely enough space on Brent III for all my materials.  

On Monday morning we set off early to go down the flight of 15 Audlem Locks.  We timed it just right;  the boats leaving the festival were coming up the locks as we came down which halved the amount of work.   We continued the short distance to Coole Pilates moorings.   

Our journey from Norbury Junction to Coole Pilates. 
  

  

Heatwave

On Monday morning the canal became busy with boats on the move.  We joined them and made slow progress, sometimes stopping for boats coming the other way through the numerous bridges.  At Wheaton Aston we joined the queue for the lock and after descending we found a mooring under the dark canopy of branches overhanging the canal.  

Turners Garage at Wheaton Aston is well known for it's cheap red diesel and there is a jetty for boaters wanting to fill up.  The first customer arrived at 7.30am, opening time, and a steady stream of boats continued to pull over until 9.00 when we spotted a gap to take our turn.   

The southern part of the canal is mainly rural, passing through steep-sided cuts with woodlands and then along embankments which are also wooded.   In many places the canal has concrete edges with a shallow shelf which prevents boats pulling up to the bank for mooring.   To compensate there are plenty of visitor moorings at the villages along the way.   Our next stop is Gnosall which has some shops as well as 3 pubs.  

The canal is often flanked by woodlands and has numerous bridges. 

From Gnosall it's a short distance to Norbury Junction, a bustling area even though the canal branching off is just 150 yards long and terminates in a dry dock.   Opposite the junction a hire boat company operates from Norbury Wharf  and the little day narrowboats are very popular.  A trip boat takes out parties for short cruises and there are plenty of walkers and customers for the cafe and Junction Inn. The small provisions shop and chandlery are useful for boaters but an ASDA delivery to the Junction Inn car park was required to replenished our stocks.    

We decided to stay put during the hottest days and didn't envy the crew on the historical steam powered narrowboat, President, which stopped on the waterpoint.

President letting off steam

After the hottest day we experienced possibly the wettest.  In the early hours of the morning Bess and Brinny came crying at the bedroom door as distant thunder rolled across the sky.  The next morning only a determined group on a day boat braved the torrential rain.  I enjoyed having some time to start working on a phoenix design in applique.  I haven't had a lot of practice at this craft so there is some trial and error involved.

Having stopped at Norbury for 4 days we decided it would be a shame to miss the Sunday lunch carvery at the Junction Inn.  It was a good decision; the meal was excellent, one of the best carveries we've had.

Our journey from Bridge 8 to Norbury Junction

Heading North

As we left Droitwich we decided to return back to the River Severn instead of continuing towards Birmingham and the 30 locks of the Tardebigge flight.   We shared locks on the return journey with another couple and travelled together up the Severn to Stourport.   There are 4 connected basins at Stourport which are a bit of a maze for the boater.  Broad locks provide access for wide beams and we joined the queue for the narrow staircase locks.   At the top of the locks our route took us across a small basin; up another staircase lock; across a basin filled with moored boats; into the last basin and finally through the last lock which led onto the Staffordshire and Worcestershire Canal.   Stourport is an odd little town literally built around the canal basins as they were constructed.  It boasts a funfair and amusement arcade but there is little else to attract the tourists. 

After sailing through Kidderminster the canal flows through cool woodlands and tight bends take us round outcrops of red sandstone.   There are caves in this area which were inhabited as recently as the 1960s.  We were surprised to see a cave entrance next to Cookley Lock but I can't imagine anyone would live here after the lock was built so close to it. 

Cave entrance at Cookley Lock

Although the locks are narrow they are deep and we climbed steadily as we headed north. 

The boaters view in a lock

The 3 Bratch Locks are picturesque with an attractive octagonal toll house but they are also unique.   As we approached them they looked like staircase locks but there is a small pound, just a few feet long, between each lock.  The pounds are part of a water saving system which allows water to flow to, and from, hidden side ponds during the lock operation.  

Looking across the 2nd Bratch Lock to the octagon toll house 

At the top of the locks we were surrounded by open countryside and fields with horses cantering up and down to the canal.   It didn't take much for us to pull over and moor up in this pleasant location which was also popular with walkers and joggers.

On the outskirts of Wolverhampton the canal turns east and connects with the Birmingham Canal Navigation and half a mile later we turned onto the Shropshire Union at Autherley Junction.  The next morning we travelled to remote visitor moorings by bridge 8 which made an ideal spot to stop for the weekend.  

Bess poses for the camera as we sail through woods

Our journey from Droitwich to bridge 8 on the Shropshire Union

River Severn

We left the pretty River Avon at Tewkesbury Lock and steered south on the wide River Severn.  Upper Lode Lock is an enormous lock sited at the limit of the high spring tides.  The lockie had a sheet of instructions for our approach to Gloucester Lock and lowered them down to us in a bucket.   

Entering Upper Lode Lock.   This photo was taken on the return journey and the watermark indicates the level of  the river on the other side  - only a few feet difference

Gloucester Dock is a vast expanse of water with plenty of moorings.  I'm not sure why we thought the jetty outside a wine bar, on a Saturday night, was a good idea.   Large restored warehouses line the dock but they are no longer used for storage, many are converted to apartments and a designer outlet ensures a steady flow of pedestrians through the area.  The city is also busy and its cathedral is magnificent.    

Gloucester Dock  You can just see our bow and front doors in line with the Cathedral Tower.

 Our Nicholsons guide shows the Gloucester and Sharpness Canal has numerous swing bridges.  Luckily they are all manned and swing open on our approach.   As the wide canal took us south we caught glimpses of the Severn Estuary to the west.  After Purton we are a lot closer; the canal is on an embankment running parallel to the estuary.  We moored up at Sharpness in a very quiet location with a panoramic view of the river. 

 I took a walk through the "Purton Hulks", redundant barges which were beached on the estuary banks to protect the canal embankment from erosion.  The majority of the boats were wooden and have disintegrated over the years or disappeared in the prolific reed beds. 

The view from the canal with a Purton Hulk in the foreground.

Out in the estuary a haunting sight is revealed at low tide.   Two wrecked barges have remained on the sands since 1960 when they missed the entrance to Sharpness Lock in the fog.  After hitting the railway bridge that spanned the estuary there was an explosion and both boats were engulfed by fire.  There is a memorial stone for the crew members who died in the disaster and an information board describing the event.  The elegant railway bridge had been damaged and was dismantled leaving the two wrecks to be washed over by the tide.  

The wrecks of the two barges are only revealed at low tide.  

On our return journey we stopped near Saul marina and were surprised to see a familiar boat, Audacious, which used to berth in Viking Marina.   By coincidence 2 other boats from Viking, Martini and Sara, were on permanent moorings on the canal.  

The flow of the River Severn was against us as we sailed north to Upton-on-Severn which is a charming little town.   An unusual church tower with a copper cupola dominated our view as we approached the town.   From the roadside we can see the tower is also unusual because it no longer has a church.  The rest of the building has been demolished and the land is now a public garden.

Upton-on-Severn's unusual church tower

Continuing north we stopped briefly at Worcester and then carried on to the entrance of the Droitwich Canal.  This little canal was closed in 1939 and only reopened in 2011 after a huge restoration.  Before and after photographs are displayed on information boards along the canal to show the amount of work involved.  The narrow canal twists and turns and at times we felt as if we were sailing through a channel in a reed bed.  On reaching Droitwich Basin we were pleased to see plenty of space on the new floating pontoons.  A well kept park surrounded the basin and provided a pleasant route into town.   We stopped for the weekend and enjoyed watching Le Tour de France cyclists on familiar roads in Yorkshire. 

Our journey from Tewkesbury to Sharpness and back up to Droitwich

 

River Avon

A lock in the canal basin at Stratford-on-Avon takes us off the Canal and River Trust waterways and onto the River Avon.   We purchased a week's license for the river from the Avon Navigation Trust starting on Saturday.  Later we discovered the local rowing club was holding a regatta that day.  We set off early but still emerged from the lock in mid-race and were promptly stopped by officials until we had a clear passage. 

As there had been little rainfall recently the river was tranquil and pretty.  We had a view of the magnificent houses and their enormous back gardens which flanked the river at Welford-on-Avon.  The river flowed through woods, round hills and we passed stylish holiday homes raised up above flood levels .   A drawback to river cruising is the scarcity of moorings and we travelled further than we intended on that first day.  To compensate we stayed an extra day in the peaceful setting at Offenham Lock.  

Setting of on Monday we had a minor disaster.  As we lowered the wheelhouse down one of the back windows dropped against a door and shattered.  We removed the broken glass and sailed on to Evesham where we tracked down a business who were happy to sell us a sheet of perspex. Luckily it wasn't far to walk as it was a large sheet of perspex and having repaired the damage we now have plenty spare.  Hopefully we won't need it.  

Our next mooring was on Wyre Island, a small island next to the unusual diamond shaped Wyre Lock.  The island was well maintained by volunteers and made a good place to stop.  

Wyre Island.  The tall pale blue poles, on the far side, are the Avon Navigation Trust moorings.  There is a notice board at every lock giving safety information including the grid reference for the lock and a map of the River Avon showing the locks location.  

Diamond shaped Wyre Lock.  On this river boaters are asked to leave the lock gates open as they exit a lock which is easier for getting back onto the boat.

A long line of moorings stretched out next to a park at Pershore, an ideal place to stop.  The small town, with it's Georgian buildings and an abbey, was pleasant to stroll around and Bess and Brinny enjoyed chasing in the park.  Brinny surprised us by jumping clean over a 12 feet gulley and Bess gamely followed but not with a leap.  She made her way down the side and reappeared a minute or two later on the other side.  

Leafing through History - a carving on a beech trunk in the grounds of Pershore Abbey.

  Our last stop on the River Avon was Tewkesbury, another interesting town with an abbey.  I had a look round the sparse interior of a restored Tudor merchants shop and was surprised to see it didn't have a chimney.  The open fire was in the middle of the room and the smoke vented through the roof.   I also enjoyed browsing through the numerous antique/bric a brac shops but my only purchase was a modern day paperback.  

The row of restored Tudor merchant shops.   Glass windows have been added to all but the display house, in the middle of the row, as the rest of the properties are inhabited or used for businesses.  

Whilst browsing on the internet I came across a clip on Youtube showing the repairs at Holme Lock which held us up in May.  The end of the clip shows boats sailing in for the first lock up and there we are, last but not least, for our 1 second of fame.
Link for the Holme Lock clip


Our journey from Stratford-on-Avon to Tewkesbury