Neighbours, some you love, some you hate. Well here's one we definitely love and we nearly missed her. Right opposite our mooring was this patch of reeds and, if you look carefully enough, you will see a Moorhen. She's all black, facing us and has a red bill.
Very well camouflaged and very well hidden.
Soon after setting off we overtook a boat being roped along. They'd got a tyre round their propeller and were making for the nearest mooring point. We thanked them for clearing the way for us. 😁 Unfortunately these things happen.
And then past the Whittington Firing Ranges. There's at least half a mile of beautiful woodland but no-one is allowed access. At the far end of the wood the warning red flag was flying.
A couple of miles further on at Whittington itself we look down on a garden that has a Kota not dissimilar to our own at home.
In fact we saw this one some time before we got ours but there are differences.
Getting ready for the big day. Bunting in abundance.
Sorry that we are missing all the celebrations at home but we will be ringing our two onboard bells on Saturday to mark the occasion.
And, here at the junction, the obligatory signpost.
Oh no! Just when you thought the day couldn't get any worse, look what's on the horizon - HS2!
A boater was telling us that they have closed a footpath to Lichfield.
One thing they haven't closed is Streethay Wharf, thank goodness. Another traditional wharf catering for the narrowboaters of today.
We've arrived at Fradley Junction and a brief stop to take on water. In the distance you can see the swingbridge that the captain will need to open.
We're through and in front is The Muddy Duck - sorry, The Swan pub.
A left turn at the end on to the Trent and Mersey Canal, through a couple of locks and then moor up for the night.
All the dogs are friendly, even the black lab that crept up behind the captain while she was reading and decided she needed her ears licked. 🐾👅😂
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