To Fazeley and a Curry then on to Atherstone

Yesterday started badly, with a mad dash to Streethay following an 8am phone call from the boiler man asking where were we [thought these guys started at 9.00am!]

On arriving, after a great deal of the proverbial sucking air through teeth and tut-tutting, the boiler was fixed: there appeared to be a "problem" with the wiring which meant that the nav lights are no longer on line, but hey ho, don't think we'll need them in the short term as will not be travelling in the dark nor on tidal waters - good news though that the towels are dry and all is right with the world.

Just as we were about to leave Streethay Wharf we were passed by Sanity Again so shouted hello's to Bruce and Sheila, we passed them again mooring at Whittington.

By 11am we were heading back towards Fazeley but only long enough to get the water hot so we could stop, have a shower and clean teeth. Not much to say about the journey as it was the third time we had made it in the last three days. We stopped at the BW facility at Fazeley, turned right at the junction, then past Fazeley Mill Marina, winded and moored for the night next to said Marina - amazingly our mooring was only about 20 feet away over the fence from where we originally bought TM [then known as 'La Vuelta'].  Today's mooring was obviously a tribute to our first ever narrow boat trip from collecting our beloved Tilly May for her first trip back to Shardlow. We celebrated the moment by  eating a very good  take away curry from The Ivory Tusk restaurant [lots of Rennies in the night].

This morning we pushed on towards Atherstone. It was about 1pm before we got back to the point we had winded to go back to Streethay. As we approached the rail bridge just after Polesworth I saw a huge beach ball bounce above the rail embankment [do these guys have a real sense of adventure or no fear?!!]  Having seen huge swathes of bare earth on previous visits a few days ago, it became too obvious what the tracks were in the hillside. Once on the other side of the rail line we could see it was one of those adventure days which must have included being put into the centre of a large ball and bounced down a big hill. Not for me I think!

Big Bouncing Balls

As we passed the place where we had previously been held up while the police took a body out of the canal I noticed that someone had placed flowers on the spot. At least someone loved him - a nice touch.

Flowers in Memory of a fellow boater

We finally moored above Atherstone lock 6 and went to the pub. Had a big fry up for tea as the bacon was getting to the end of its best before date. Knackered, time for bed!