Sod's law

Sod's law manifested itself fully this morning. The central heating switched itself on as per timer setting of 06.30,...brilliant. However,almost at the same time the calor gas bottle in use ran out of gas whilst I was being lambasted for failing to supply an early morning cup of tea. The rubber/plastic "bung" on the new bottle refused to unscrew and threatened to break, so the two of us were perched on the boat stern,in dressing gowns and PJ's, armed with pliers and spammers in sunshine but very low temperatures, attempting to wrestle the bung off, with eventual success.

Sunset on the Coventry canal just before we entered Nuneaton, suburbia and allotments in excess where the sun rarely rises.

However, the gloriously scenic agricultural and lock-less Ashby canal presents a welcome escape route half way through Nuneaton, which we took without hesitation, heading to Moira, once a thriving coal mining town from where the Narrowboats supplied upmarket Londoners with very high quality coal during the 1800's. Rare Water voles are still present in two colonies, one near the Coventry junction and one near the canal end prior to Moira.

We popped into a very small farm shop just past the Triumph motorcycle factory and a modern Marina but too late in the day to find most of our requirements for dinner but found a traditional pub, The White swan, in Stoke Golding, serving very large and delicious home made food. The 13th century St. Margaret's parish church looks like a very ornamental small cathedral and is floodlit at night.