This morning the sun shone, the seven locks out of Stone were all in our favour, most of the gates were open beckoning us in. The locks were busy but everyone was friendly and the sun shone. We travelled on the the Plume of Feathers pub and had a couple of pints of Abbott, and the sun shone. We stopped just short of Trentham on the last bit of countryside before we move through bandit country, Stoke on Trent. A full test of the Webber BBQ was undertaken, cooking a spatchcocked chicken. It passed with flying colours, and the sun shone. We thought tonight would be quite but every man and his dog had decided to moor here, and every other man, wife, kids, and dog are marching up and down the towpath.
Here are a couple of photos of the water meadow in the middle of Stone, just next to where we moored.
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