Hockley Heath

Setting off from Hatton, the levels were low again needing a little care to stay in the channel to make progress.  One unusual sight was a hay bale, plastic wrapped, that had rolled, or had been rolled, down the hill to rest in the shallows of the canal.

Lapworth arrived in time for lunch at the Boot, which was not up to the same standard as usual.  We went up the Lapworth flight in bright sun and high temperatures, before deciding to stop for the night at Hockley Heath, simply because we hadn't done so before.  It always looks very pretty from the back of a boat, where the noise of your engine hides the traffic noise from vehicles crossing the bridge.  It had calmed down a lot a little bit later on.