We set off form our overnight mooring, and soon arrived at the Atherstone flight of locks. Unfortunately for us they were against us, and it wasn’t until we met a boat coming the other way at lock 8, that our luck changed, but not for long as a boat had moved off in front of us at lock 10, oh well, can’t win them all. The sun was having an effect called warmth. There was no room on the towpath opposite the Samuel Barlow at Alvecote marina, so we carried on a short distance to just before the pipeline bridge, and moored up. My back was giving me jip so I need to rest it.
Keith.
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