Looking back, on the opposite side of the canal to our mooring, there is a whole new town that has sprung up since we were last here. We have been surprised by the number of new builds going up wherever we have travelled this year. It's encouraging that folk are buying houses but none of them look to be in the starter category.
And the warehouses. They're so big. What goes into them? There's loads of them springing up as well.
But, at last, we are in Burton upon Trent, the home of Marston's Pedigree. Our guide book of 2000 says that the canal passes between the Bass and Marston breweries. I'm not so sure about that now but there were certainly a lot of barrels standing around ready for shipment.
This is Shobnall basin, a place where we stopped off years ago to top up with fuel. It's fun backing into the entrance.
At Dallow lock is artwork showing the history of the town.
Just before Horninglow basin is Pirate which I believe is a steam powered craft. Unless the chimney is a fake!
And at the basin even more artwork on the walls.
Now Brigid found a way to keep the rain at bay. She got out all the raincoats ready for the downfall - which never happened. Result.
And here's the dragon.
We arrived in time for a very late lunch, retired to the boat after and lit the fire. The forecast indicated a temperature of 6° overnight. No reason to be cold is there?
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