|The start of the market|
Having walked about all morning we arrived at the Hippodrome, now a Weatherspoons. With the warmth of the day we stopped for a drink. Becks is 3 for £5 so I took up the offer.
|Enjoying a drink outside Wetherspoons|
|waiting for the Barby to settle in the evening sun.|
We rose earlier next morning as we wanted diesel and water at the services. It was slightly misty as we crept past the lone of moored boats, then winded at Talbot wharf, backing up onto the fuelling jetty just in time for it to open.
|Cool and misty as we get underway|
Having filled with diesel it was time for watering. There was a bit of a queue building by now but a space just big enough for AmyJo was left between the two boats filling at the taps (there are two water points here). I worked AmyJo over and settled in between them when a fourth boat owner called over "Oi we want water too my friend". Now I knew the boat on the tap behind us was nearly full as they told us as we moored up so I politely replied "and so with a bit of patience you will get some before me". In fact they did get to fill before us as the boat behind us soon moved off so we did so we did not jump the queue when the boat infront later moved off.
|View for the water points from the fueling wharf before the queue formed|
Later, just as the shouting boater left the water point Steve and Steph came through the bridge 'ole in nb Merlin. They had to stop in the bridge 'ole as Mr impatient was now blocking their way, however he seemed not to realise this and proceeded to yell and guffaw at them to come through and get out of the way. It wasn't until I pointed out to him in fact it was he that was in the way he shut up and moved over allowing Merlin to proceed. Really! some people have no idea that they are in the wrong at times. We just stood and watched the antics as he left.
|Merlin Stuck in the bridge 'ole as the other boat blocked their way|
After the fleet had all winded we set off on our return leg via the Adderley locks, at the top of which Graham and I managed to buy another of those lovely pork pies.
Addeley top lock
|How's that for a pork pie then (smudge looks longingly at it too)|
|A young willing crew from another boat help with the lock gates for me.|
|Plenty more to go|
Having descended Lock 13 we found plenty of mooring space on the visitor moorings in the pound. As we had a table booked for another meal in the Lord Combermere we stopped and moored up for the night. I have to say we all particularly like the food in the Lord Combermere, its worth the walk to the pub just for that.