I wasn't best pleased when I got up this morning that the branches of an overhanging tree FL was moored under was the local squirrel populations pooping post. That sorted we set off, only one lock to be used today and no more until the return trip.
First stop was the canal centre where we had a nose around and a cuppa in the garden.
|Passing over the A331|
|Negotiating Wharf bridge|
|What about the ladies|