Day 39 Beeston to Shardlow
We are still in drought condition although looking at the sky this morning makes one wonder if the rains are not far away. It is also cooler by about 10 degrees.
Undaunted we set off after breakfast and after I had taken my bearded one for his walk. We passed through Trentlock and onto The River Trent again for a couple of hours.
At Sawley we arrived back onto the Trent and Mersey canal, it is our home territory and somehow it feels cozy. There is no doubt that I will be getting a lot of walking done now as of course the tow path exists where it did not so much on The River.
We stopped for lunch at Shardlow at The Malt Shovel, this was a pleasant interlude, the Pedigree was good and so was the home made meat pie, apparently, needless to say I saw none of it. I sat under their table as I do.
The sky was still overcast but the threat of rain has passed and so I suppose the drought will continue, the sun made an appearance as we left to continue our journey after lunch.
We moored up in the country for a change, miles from any civilisation, surrounded by recently harvested fields. I took my long haired one for a lovely walk. I nearly had an accident, I knelt down to drink the canal water and over balanced, I got my bottom wet but I managed to dry myself by rubbing my bottom on a tea towel that was hanging up to dry back at my long kennel. My owners were busy with Gin and Tonic and didn’t seem to notice.
My photos today: lunch at The Malt Shovel, off shopping, me on my kennel at our night’s mooring.
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