Eeber Jeebers On The Shroppie

What a night we had last night, the rain pelted it down, waking us up several times. Must admit it’s a lovely cosy feeling being snuggled in bed, while the rain bucketed it down on the roof. Being woken by the rain wasn’t really conducive with a peaceful night though, as yesterday’s reference to the noisy ghost at the top of the Adderley Locks gave me nightmares!

When we set of this morning, around 9.30ish, I once again offered to do the locks, with the proviso that if I got tired John and I would swap ‘jobs’. Cyan was untied from her mooring, and I walked up to the first/bottom lock of the Adderley flight. The locks did look gloomy after all the rain last night, but nothing could prepare me for the fact that as I approached the lock, a lock gate swung open! It was the gate on the other side of the lock. So now I’m in a panic, I darn’t mention anything to John because he’d just not understand, and worse of all, he’d laugh! “Of course”, I’m telling myself, there has to be a reason for such things. I opened the gate nearest to the towpath, then I climbed over the top gate to get to the other side of the lock, hardly daring to look at the gate that swung. Cyan was soon inside the lock, I shut the gates, and opened the sluices.

Luckily the next 4 locks were all empty for us.

At Adderley Top Lock, the lovely kind person who has set out a stall of fresh bread, homemade scones, eggs, tomatoes, etc., and a fridge freezer full of goodies, had replenished her stock. I bought one of their delicious homemade pork pies for £2.50, which we had for tea tonight!

At our next set of 5 locks, the Tyrley flight, all the locks were set against us. Though these two happy fellows cheered us up. Someone has recently decorated this character’s hat with colourful apples and a corn cob.

The by-wash on these flights are notoriously difficult, as seen in the pic below:

When we got to Tyrley Lock 2, the heavens opened, and as soon as Cyan had risen in the lock, I jumped on, we pulled up the ‘pram hood’, and had a cup of coffee. We wasn’t holding anyone up, so we stayed in the lock for about half an hour while the thunder and lightening did its worse.

At the top lock we used the Elsan, dumped our rubbish, and filled with water – except we didn’t completely fill up with water as the water-point was slow. By the time we’d done our chores, the sun had come out in full glory.

And then we entered the narrow cutting:

Eventually the canal opened! Cruising today has been thoroughly enjoyable in the sunshine.

Not sure, but this building does look like stables from the ‘olden days’ to shelter and rest the canal horses.

The sky is full of weather, unpredictable to forecast.

One of the wonderful aspects to cruising along, is that you get to meet and appreciate people you wouldn’t normally come across. This elderly man and his elderly dog really touched us. We’d have missed this loving relationship if we were travelling in a car.

Eventually we moored after Bullocks Bridge (#42) on the visitor’s mooring, though we did annoy a local.

After mooring, and kicking off my wet trainers, we peacefully settled down with a wee dram. But that was until I stepped on a wasp, and got stung twice on my foot (probably the wasp was drawn to cheesy feet!). Jumping about in panic, and shouting at John to get rid of the wasp which was crawling around on a rug, an excited Rusty rushed to see what was up. Trouble was he ran over the wasp, making us lose sight of the thing. We thought at first he’d trodden on it and got it caught in his paws, thankfully that wasn’t the case. After two piraton, and two paracetamol, washed down with Tesco’s whisky reserve, I’m looking forward to a more peaceful night!

Today we’ve travelled 12.5 miles, and travelled through 10 locks. WiFi is 40Mg, Digital TV is fine.

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