Normality on Ashby

After yesterday's shenanigans and further delays to our schedule, if one ever existed, today we head back to the Coventry canal. Whether we turn left to Coventry or right to Shobnall Marina is a decision for Steve ( who has a new job to start) and Karen to make this morning before arriving at Marston Junction, about an hour up the Ashby canal. Today should be more relaxing, we hope, although I have learnt not to count my chickens before they hatch.

Before a decision was made regarding a destination the Ashby gave us an extra bonus of a mallard duck with a clutch of 13 ducklings, the largest and earliest clutch we've seen and the first of this year.

In addition another vole was spotted, the third this trip, although it could have been the same one seen twice, plus another I suppose. But who cares?

We turned right towards Shobnall on the Coventry canal, picking up calor gas from a slightly weird place which actually charged for use of their water tap and toilet facilities. We won't go there again.

9 Atherstone locks later (remember them?), we moored in the middle of nowhere, exhausted but happy in the late sunshine. The engine cooling and electrics performed perfectly.  My suntan has returned in it's full glory  and all is well with the world,or at least our part of it.