Douglas Diary 28th April 2014. Camp hill to Curdworth.
We survived last night in our small haven at Camp Hill. This was a convenient and safe mooring as the only access to or from it was by floating kennel or indeed a special key which happily my bearded one had. We felt confident that leaving my long kennel alone here for a short while was safe enough behind the six foot high palisaded razor wire topped fence and so after a while, I suggested I took them both for an exploratory walk. I did not take the capricious weather into account and we were a good mile away from my long kennel before it started to seriously rain and I was the only one with a coat. We found shelter under a road bridge and it was then that my bearded one remembered that I was out of biscuits. The brave soul spotted a likely shop selling Eastern comestibles, he made as fast a dash as his hurty knee would allow, and returned soaking wet with a packet of Whiskers would you believe that! Apparently my kind are not popular in this area. Looking around me, I am not so sure that their kind is either.
After I forced down some of this cat food for my breakfast, they had bacon and eggs, we set off, it was early. We picked our way through a series of descending locks, through the suburbs and countless decaying warehouses to Sutton Coldfield and then out into refreshing countryside once again along the Birmingham and Fazeley Canal. I walked a lot of the way as there were many locks for me to supervise. By tea time, we stopped our journey and moored my long kennel right outside a big house called “the White Horse” how convenient was that?
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