Up early this morning , with Firkin the Cat meowing for her breakfast, its a beautiful sunny but a crisp morning so all is not bad, we pass Black Jack lock with no nudes walking around today saying that there is such a chill in the air that I wouldn't blame them. the next lock is Copper Mill no canoes to navigate around today, we pass a lonely stretch where scars of old industry, quarries and flooded pits oppose lightly wooded farmlands like two faces on a coin.
We now approach Batchworth where we moor up at the handy Tescos and do a little bit of provision shopping. When we leave we go through Batchworth lock, where on the right is a second lock which links up with the River Chess .
We pass through this stretch at tick over as we pass an endless line of moored boats, a hotch potch collection of crafts, and visitor mooring are far and few between.
We now travel a picturesque part of the canal through Cassiobury Park, its a Mecca for those who enjoy walks and picnics while watching boats passing on the canal. At the lock we have an audience of Parents and children while we operate the lock, at Ironbridge Lock whih is haunted by a man who keeps opening the bottom lock. Onwards we go pass the pretty Grove mill , which have been converted to luxury flats,and under the A41 and the A405 bridge we travel, here a plaque honours two men who died during work on the Gade Valley sewer 1970.
We have a couple more locks to contend with till we moor up just before Hunton Bridge,with its quite village nestling the canal, we visit the local hostelry, the Kings Head for a couple of well earned drinks, before going back to the boat for some dinner, a shower and a night of telly.
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