So my long sojourn at Hinckley has come to an end. The people in the houses have shouting matches at 4 in the morning. I have been on the canal since Tuesday and travelled less than 6 miles. Taking in two stops. Boots was suitably exercised and has been returned to Mort who arrived at 10. I set of after 11, stopping at the marina for my first fuel since I set off only six weeks ago. I was heading for Stoke Golding. On arrival I found no where to moor with any depth in it, and a whole load of hire boats along any good edge. In fact in the whole journey I had to keep bang in the centre. At Bridge 31 trying to round a right hand bend with the tiller hard over the boat went straight and landed me on the bottom next to the towpath. I have always thought I was 30” in the water but when I had the boat blacked, back in September, it was measured at 24”. Why this canal is so shallow I don’t know. Its no wonder Keith and Jo on Hadar are having trouble up in front. Anyway I finally found a place to moor at Sutton Cheney, through Bridge 34 on the right past the water point, which is very pleasant. I have now travelled 155 miles Which is over 25 miles a week. Or averaging 3.6 miles a day.
The mooring is a 48 given over to Winter moorings, ‘Permit holders only’ Pah! There was space for probably four sixty footers and there was only one 35 foot boat there. I kinda figured if no one was there they were not very good as winter moorings. It will do me for the rest of the weekend.
Needless to say I picked up a bag full of rubbish in the area.