After a quiet night in the countryside we set off through Nuneaton. You don't see anything of the town centre as the canal skirts the town. What you do see is miles and miles of down at heel housing and allotments, with in some cases razor wire separating the two.
After what seemed like more miles than it probably was, we arrived at Hawkesbury Junction in a shower, usefully in time for a Greyhound pie for lunch. On through the afternoon to a favourite mooring for the night at All Oaks Wood.
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