It was a promising dawn here in Stratford-on-Avon but I was unwell again last night – twice my bearded one got up to let me out and this morning, no breakfast and wouldn’t you know it, then I was at the vets! A very nice man who gave me a cocktail of injections and six tins of special food. He said I must have eaten something unsavoury. On leaving, when presented with the bill, I heard my bearded one question in a loud voice “how much?” eighty- five pounds the receptionist repeated! I think his day would have been much improved if it hadn’t then started to pour with rain.
We were at this time committed and left our mooring and with the help of our companions Barbie and Mike we started our ascent to Birmingham, entering the Stratford Canal. They helped my bearded one and his friend Andrew up the first three locks (another twenty or so to go today) when the mission was abandoned. Soaking wet after just three, Barbie and Mike returned to their long kennel with sad farewells as they were going to stay for a few days in Stratford. We three retreated to inside my long kennel to a lovely warm fire that Barbie had lit for us. My bearded one and his friend Andrew have clearly abandoned their responsibilities, we are moored up at a lock landing. We had lunch and dried out a bit.
After lunch it was still raining but they decided to press on regardless. We managed 18 locks over a distance of about five miles and I walked most of it and was soaked, so were they. We stopped to get warm and dry, our fire was still going strong and we moored at a little village called Wilmcote. There were two pubs in this village. The picture below shows my bearded one’s friend Andrew and me working the locks in the rain.