Went through the stop lock, only a drop of about 4 inches, and then a complete u-turn to continue our northward journey.
A look back at the Greyhound Inn, usually a hive of activity but now restricted to serving food in the back garden.
Ahead of us, the old engine house used in the past for pumping water into the canal from a well.
And, to the left, a signpost, just in case you didn't know where you were going.
We always wave to people on the towpath but, because of the air-cooled engine, we don't always hear their reply. And so it was today. Hand waving and message called out to us, smiles and waves from us in return, looks to each other - did you hear what he said? Oh well, on we go. A mile further and we find the reason for the hand waving.
Smoke drifting across the canal and a mini bush fire on the towpath. Through the smoke we go, only to see a policeman calling to us to stop. (His hand waving was a lot easier to understand.) A blind bend with a bridge across and 4 policemen in the water.
Obviously conducting an underwater search for something but they wouldn't say what. Waited a couple of minutes before they took a teabreak and let us through. Do tell if you see us on newsnight!
Further along and we pass a boatyard which you either love or hate. Honestly, it's a mess. But they have all these manikins and ornaments and the outfits keep changing.
It's like an outdoor theatre but with no charge.
Shortly after, we made a nasty backwards right hand turn on to the Ashby Canal. A sunny day but a chill head wind. The early stretch of the canal isn't too exciting, so no photos.
Have now moored at Hinckley for the night. Hinckley, a hosiery manufacturing town, boasts that they installed the first stocking machine in Leicestershire in 1640. You learn something new every day!
A little bonus to end the day.
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