It Ain't alf hot Mum!

Yes! Mum has arrived to spend the week with us and .. yes, it's really hot! Just for a change the weather men have got it right!

We are on our way to Stratford and it could be a case of being in the right place but at the wrong time because, this weekend, it's the Stratford River Festival! We only found out yesterday from a friendly BW worker. Apparently all the mooring places in the basin are booked out to boats which have paid to be there for the three days. The festival itself sounds quite exciting with lots going on but I think it's going to be pandemonium! Oh well, we might just have to get in and out of Stratford as quickly as possible!

We will carry on down the River Avon but ........... next weekend it's the Evesham River Festival and where are we likely to be?!!!!!!! Watch this space!

An Ordinary Week

Loyal & faithful friends that they are ................. Annette and David helped us back up the Tardebigge Flight last Monday. Once at the top, we shared a barbecue together. Thanks Annette and David - hope to see you again soon.

Returning along the North Stratford Canal I have to say that we found it as unimpressive as the first time - very overgrown and not many inviting places to stop and moor. That is, until you reach the Lapworth Flight which, although hard work, is lovely - to Lapworth Basin, 21 locks. Lapworth Basin itself is especially nice.

Yesterday we moved on up the Grand Union to Knowle - we needed to do some shopping and it's the only little town around with access from the canal. It was, however, a long old trudge from the bottom of the locks and we had really heavy rain all day.

We are currently moored back at Kingswood Junction - where the Grand Union and the North and South Stratford Canals meet. Rodney is bringing John's mum to us and she is staying for a week's holiday. Some 'joker' on the TV last night predicted a heat wave somewhere in Britain!! Bet your bottom dollar it will be nowhere near Stratford which is our next destination!

Worcester

So . what do we think of Worcester?

Those of you who know me well know that I do not like large towns and cities so.........

As cities go, I liked Worcester! Why? It is small (for a city) and compact. It has some interesting old streets with some individual shops as well as the well known chain stores. Enough shops for me to feel over-whelmed! Being on the banks of the River Severn is rather special too!

The cathedral is amazing! It's huge and the architecture? Well! Just incredible! As a bonus, about 140 local schools were exhibiting art work - I really enjoyed the exhibits and thought how I could not enable children to achieve such good things any more.

Bonus:- A pair of peregrine falcons have successfully reared four chicks this year in a nest on a balustrade on St Andrew's church. We saw the one remaining chick sitting on one of the battlements - apparently he just does not want to leave and join his brothers and sister in their bigger and better residence - the cathedral itself!!

So, where are we today? We are in the middle of the Astwood flight of locks. Took the girls for a really good walk across the fields and along the lanes. Tomorrow we will set off and tackle not only the 6 Stoke locks but the formidable Tardebigge 30 as well! I ought to have muscles like Popeye and be as skinny as Olive Oil but ........ neither happens. Such is life!!

Funeral for some Friends

For the special attention of Anne Elliott who saw this sad day coming ........

These boots have been our faithful friends and served us well for many, many years but, yes Anne, yet again you are right! John's boots are now leaking and mine? ......... Worn out! The heels have almost disappeared and so have the circular grips on the soles. They also are leaking and are now b***** uncomfortable! Time to go to that great Millets in the Sky. We are now in Worcester so I'm sure they can be replaced here.

SO:-

"Goodbye Norma & Jean & Gladys & Doris

Though we love you and you have served us well -

JUST REMEMBER -

For years and years you never let the socks get soggy when the rain set in.

And your footsteps constantly tramped over miles of Britain's countryside

But, unfortunately, your soles wore out -

Long before your leather ever will!"

It has been suggested that you are permanently displayed on the roof of the boat! Planted up with flowers? !!!!!!!!!!!! John thinks we should advertise you on e-bay as Bygones and sell you on!!!

Droitwich Calling

There are a lot of locks between Tardebigge & Worcester! Fortunately for us our good friends David and Annette relocated to Droitwich after they retired so we were in the right place, at the right time, with just the right people to help us through the bulk of those locks!

The next day they came to collect us and we had a fantastic tour of the area - David showed us all the restoration that has been going on regarding the Droitwich canal. It goes virtually through the centre of Droitwich which we thought was a lovely little town and will be a definite magnet for boaters. From Droitwich to the River Severn it goes through some lovely rural countryside. David has been actively involved with helping as a volunteer since they moved up here and those involved are confident that the canal will open to boaters next Spring or Summer. How exciting is that!!

It was so good to see them both looking so well and so happy in their beautiful, new house.

Also:-

JUST LOOK WHAT WAS DELIVERED BY MEGAN ON SUNDAY ALONG WITH THE POST!!

Maisie will be staying with us for her holiday - three weeks of lots of walks, lots of having her feet washed no doubt and lots of being thoroughly spoilt!!

The Apprentice

What a magnificent cockerel! That is if you are not moored up opposite him and he hasn't quite got it right yet! Apparently he is called "Rory"

"Cock-a-gurgle-gurgle" !!

From 4 a.m and continuing in regular intervals throughout the day. The ladies DO seem to be impressed though but ....... as far as I'm concerned, ........"You're fired!"

BLESS!!

Our Lesley

She really loved the wild field poppies of June. Five years later and the poppies are, and will always continue to pay tribute and, in so doing, refresh our own memories and sadness.

She was stolen from us and robbed prematurely of life.

Lost but not forgotten.