The weather is holding, and we’re enjoying the warmth on our backs and somewhat short lazy days cruising. We cast off, with Toby steering while I walked ahead with Eira. We went past the old Cadbury’s wharf which opened in 1911. In it’s hey day, milk, cocoa and sugar crumb were all delivered here by narrowboat – just imagine the whiff in the air!
It doesn’t look like this stop gate has been used in a while.
We stopped at Norbury Wharf and topped up the tank to the brim with fuel (76p a litre), we then shimmied over to the other side and filled the water tank up – I wonder how much extra weight we added in that time?!
I’d forgotten about Cowley Tunnel and how impressive it looks, cut from the rock. I’m glad we were aboard, as the towpath was a wet muddy mess. We saw a lady walking along it in flip flops!
We moored up in the middle of nowhere, we were surprised as usually at least one boat moors up – so far so good!
I did some cooking, and Toby took Eira for a walk. She really enjoyed running through the maize fields and was quite hard to spot, apart from the shaking of the leaves. She’s true to the saying of dog-tired and has been asleep since.
