We had a lovely mooring last night, see my first photo. This was outside The Navigator at Lapworth. It seemed my bearded one and his friend Andrew were very happy to be there. It had been a long day. We all went inside and they had an evening meal and they seemed quite thirsty. I on the other hand had previously had my special gourmet food with some biscuits on my long kennel and some water to drink – big deal!
This morning we made an early departure soon after I had taken my bearded one for his walk. He seemed pleased with me because I made it worthwhile giving him something to put in his little bag, I still do not know why or what he does with all this. Anyway, I am really fine now, I am my normal self – so he says.
We are on The Grand Union which is going to take us to Birmingham.
At Knowle locks a few miles along our journey, a very nice man who was in charge told us not to proceed further into Birmingham than a place called Camp Hill if we valued our lives. Humans and kennels have been known to disappear. To moor overnight beyond this point was to court disaster. The other option would be to go all the way through, Birmingham, a journey too far and to be saved for daylight tomorrow.
This was only a little more than a five hour journey today and I thought it was a very attractive cruise through Solihull to the suburbs of Birmingham to arrive at Camp Hill locks. We travelled through a canopy of trees most of the ten mile journey, a rural idyll, with ducks and geese and moorhen and from my viewpoint on the back deck made somewhat more exciting by the quantity of polystyrene,plastic bags, bottles, old car tyres, discarded clothing and the odd shopping trolley that floated past my ever attentive nose.
Here we are now at Camp Hill, it appears very safe being a gated service area. The second photo shows this mooring and me on guard. I am just going to take my carers for their evening walk.