Lazy Sunday

Not up quite so early today, as the F1 TV coverage didn't start until 7am, then Barbara left for her first ringing of the holiday at St. Giles in Whittington - seven of them arrived to ring the eight bells; a pity I don't ring as well as that would have been just perfect (not that I'd have torn myself away from an exciting Grand Prix). 


As Barbara set off, I photographed our pleasant mooring: 

With the dappled sunlight falling on the boat, it looked warmer than it was, but we were very cosy inside now that we had a coal fire going.

Eventually the Grand Prix finished and Barbara got back from the church and we set off, now on the Birmingham & Fazeley Canal, having moored right by a sign defining the junction of the B&F with the Coventry Canal. 


After we winded at Huddlesford Junction, taking a whole hour to get back to where we started due to another snail, we eventually got past (he appeared somewhat inebriated) and had some pleasant cruising past fields thick with the scent of the oilseed rape: 

After going up through the two Glascote Locks we stopped for a short meal break in the centre of Tamworth, but you wouldn't know it from the view: 

And the wildlife seemed perfectly happy with their urban surroundings: 

Moving on again, the skies often looked threatening, but it stayed fine if a bit cold:

In due course we got to Polesworth which seemed like a reasonable place to stop, and so it proved. A wander around the small town revealed a nice variety of shops and eateries, as well as interesting heritage (tithe barn and other stuff) and the attractive R. Anker, with pleasant community gardens allowing residents and visitors alike to enjoy its ambience. A nice plaque (one of many) by the church gave some details of what there was to see. 

And, had we needed it .........

All for now.