At last, a hint of summer, blue skies and my bearded one is wearing rather less clothing and has bare arms. I am still wearing my coat of course but I have such good temperature control. They all had a hearty breakfast, I had my bonio and we set off in no hurry through the first couple of locks leaving Penkridge. This is where we came upon a Chandlery which are apparently like hens teeth so my bearded one says – I cannot see the similarity anyway, he seemed very pleased that we had found one because we needed a new light in their bathroom and a new mooring rope, a previous one had snapped. The light turned out to be quite an engineering operation that took the two bearded one’s a couple of hours to sort out. Apparently the whole unit had to be replaced. It was a nice day and nobody seemed concerned. Once we got going again, I walked a long way because my long haired ones wanted me to accompany them on the tow path. It was all very pretty and rural. When we arrived at our most northerly point of our journey, we moored by the river Sow and the humans got their paints out and all seemed very occupied. My bearded one also took up the floor in my bedroom (this is where the engine is kept and acts as my underfloor heating) and he was busy doing things. When asked what, he said he was greasing his stern gland – I didn’t ask him to elaborate. My picture today, is me waiting…..
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