Day 5 of our voyage. Weather mostly raining, overcast and cool. Harecastle tunnel to Wheelock. 25 locks 10 miles today 45 miles 45 locks so far on our cruise heading north west.
Wow! What an exciting time I have had today. Let me start by telling you about a big mistake that could have been serious if I had not been wearing my going away outfit. My bearded one was endeavouring to secure me before we entered the tunnel, just in case I was to attempt an abandon ship manoeuvre on purpose or accidentally within. He attached my lead to a point on the boat that in his estimated would allow me the freedom but limit of the small stern deck. His estimate was 18 inches adrift! Now, Peggy, a new friend of mine from the Staffy tribe called me out to play. (we had been doing a lot of this as we waited for the tunnel to open) I did not realise at the time that I was attached to this new safety device and I jumped off the long kennel and much to my embarrassment, suddenly and abruptly, there I was hanging suspended with my under carriage in water like a fender on the side of the boat!
My bearded one hoiked me back inside and to avoid further embarrassment, I pretended it was normal pre -tunnel procedure.
At 8:30 we were ready and asked to enter into this big dark hole on the side of a hill (my safety device had been altered) all humans on board had donned waterproofs as it was going to be wet in the tunnel. We were the first boat in a convoy of 8. It was as black as your hat and we trundled on in total darkness, except for our slightly inadequate headlight, for nearly an hour before we emerged on the other side where it was pouring with rain.
It was still raining and after just a mile or so we were faced with a run of lock after lock for miles, 20 locks in fact over the next 10 miles and I was getting wetter and wetter as nobody had thought to give me a raincoat. But, the bonus was that I was able to walk pretty well all the way. This is one of my favourite things.
By about 5:30 we moored up at a village called Weedon Lock just outside a very nice and convenient Italian restaurant.
It has at last stopped raining. They all went inside and apparently had a lovely meal and guess what, I was in my long kennel on guard detail – for me? nothing, nada, zilch!!
Before I sign off for today, if you have read my diary this far, you may be interested to know, on the right hand side of this page, we have just installed my real time actual current location on a map!
My photos today are: me, wet in my going away outfit, inside the tunnel, our mooring at Weedon.
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