After a push across the canal to use the services, we set off steadily towards Birmingham. A shorter day today, and in better weather, as we only wanted to get as far as Curdworth, after which the city begins to intrude a bit and it isn't so pleasant to moor. The first of the days low pounds wasn't a problem for Caracol, but became one for Annie after running up and down the flight and getting thirsty. Wanting a drink she took one risk too many and tumbled in - funny how she never minds being hauled out by the collar.
As we climbed the flight with the increasing roar of the M42, the weather improved, and we were back into the bright yellow land of oilseed rape. We reached Curdworth in time for a late lunch and a wander around the village to look at the church and some other attractive buildings. Hardly any boats seemed to be moving, surprisingly enough.
As we climbed the flight with the increasing roar of the M42, the weather improved, and we were back into the bright yellow land of oilseed rape. We reached Curdworth in time for a late lunch and a wander around the village to look at the church and some other attractive buildings. Hardly any boats seemed to be moving, surprisingly enough.
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