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Brewood to The Anchor Inn at Bridge 42 and back again.

The Anchor Inn was closed till Friday so we ate and drank and were merry on board!

Oh bother!  Half an hour ago I had a connection and now it’s gone.  Also, although I am connected to something, I have no signal.  How does that work?

We’ve had some fabulous weather.  Sunshine all day yesterday and a couple of hours of mist this morning with the sun glowing away up there and eventually breaking through.  Infuriatingly we were heading towards the sun so the best views, misty but coloured with early morning light, were only to be had by leaning round Barney at the back when he wasn’t needing to use the whole space for steering.

We’re on a Telford Canal – the Shropshire Union, and Telford was a man who liked to head straight for his chosen destination.  So, where another man might have followed the curves of the land and built locks where the contours refused to accommodate the cut, Mr Telford built embankments and dug cuttings.  Today we went through the only lock in 26 miles of canal which however strides above the Shropshire Plain on embankments a mile long and then plunges into cuttings which are deep enough to cut out most of the light until midday.  To some extent, it’s boring.  No locks, the slightest of curves, long stretches of straight-sided depths.  On the other hand you often see bridges within bridges and long, elegant lines, fringed with trees.  The light promises to bloom round the next corner and the promise is often better than you could hope.

Right.  It’s time to go to the Bridge Inn for dinner.  I have low hopes of the quality but it will definitely be food which is the main object.  Not much excercise as it’s just a few yards up the towpath.  And then, wonderfully, after a perfectly resonable meal, the bell ringers were practicing at Brewood Church.  A really nice end to the day.

Next day dawns cold and grey and without central heating.  Eventually it   transpires that this is because  the gas has run out.  Not a huge problem as we have a spare but it’ll be a while before everything warms up.  I’ve lit the stove which is an all or nothing affair.  Either it goes out (twice this morning) or it glows like the gates of hell and renders it necessary to strip down to underwear if you want to sit in here for more than five minutes.  Outside it’s like Hell froze over, damp and grey and icy winds.  But also high enough up to get a connection.  Woohoo!  Boating in February is GREAT!

And here is a copy of a spam I’ve just discovered.  Almost relevant.

I think Boiler is one of the most important object for our home to make it hot. I do agree that it helps us a lot as like our other stuffs but when it makes trouble then whole life is about having darkness. I face many time such problem because of my boiler.  From JJ at Boiler installation, obviously : )   I particularly love “then whole life is about having darkness”.  Such depth of feeling is somehow not reassuring about JJ’s competency at fixing boilers.

Oops, the Captain wants a hot drink with rum in it.  I don’t blame him.  Got to go.

February 20, 2013 - Posted by | Uncategorized

7 Comments »

  1. I bet it was more fun yesterday when the sun was shining. It is very cold here in Suffolk today and I find myself thinking ‘rather you than me’ in terms of you being out on the water. I hope it is a bit warmer over Shropshire way.

    Comment by Liz | February 20, 2013 | Reply

  2. We were basking in sunshine yesterday and advertising for welding services today for our brass monkey. At least the Brit climate is never boring.
    Why can’t we have more Telfords around today?

    Comment by Rog | February 20, 2013 | Reply

    • The present government couldn’t afford a Telford, Rog!

      Comment by dinahmow | February 21, 2013 | Reply

  3. I quite like stripping down to my underwear, actually. But not in my house in February.

    Comment by Z | February 20, 2013 | Reply

  4. 26 miles to a lock? Poor Barney must have been bored in all that cold darkness while you were below in just….ummmm…he must have been bored!
    I’m hopeful the view and photo opportunities improved. Dinner came with bell ringing, so there’s hope.
    Travel safe and enjoy the waters!

    Comment by Mel | February 20, 2013 | Reply

  5. another postcard… and this one with spam and rum!~laughing~

    Comment by ☼Illuminary☼ | February 21, 2013 | Reply

  6. Yes it was Liz. And I don’t think it was much warmer but we still quite enjoyed it.

    We have many Telford imitators Rog and Dinahmow – The Shropshire Union was a sort of motorway among canals. But he did it first!

    In the boat it got almost too hot Z but then you needed so many layers before going outside that even I spent most of my time out there, just rushing in and stripping down to make tea and coffee and soup.

    Not quite as bad as that Mel – the lock was in the middle of the 26 miles. And somehow, Barney doesn’t seem to find it boring steering even on long straight bits.

    : ) I expect Spam would have been quite traditional Illuminary.

    Comment by Mig | February 25, 2013 | Reply


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