Sunday's are a day of Grand Prix, football and of course a good Sunday lunch listening to Sounds of the Seventies with Johnny Walker..
Monday we were ready to go again, and after Al had topped up the shopping with some treats, we set off at 11.00am.
Our first encounter was the low bridge at Whittington Horse bridge, so the chimney had to be taken off here.
Soon after we approached Whittington Lock and CRT were painting this and helped us through so Al didn't get covered in paint, it didn't work because she still got paint on her gloves..
The canal then follows more sandstone and goes out into the countryside again.
Then the sandstone rock encroaches on the canal and it gets very tight in places, its a good job we didn't meet anything.
Then we got to Cookley Tunnel which is only 65 yards long and a one way tunnel which didn't need a light on..
Its then Debdale Lock which is cut out of the sandstone.
It even has a small cavern cut in the middle which is said to have been a small stable for the horses in its day.
We then arrived at Wolverley with its pub on the lock, called The Lock.
Here there is a lovely tearoom and farm shop and also a small 18 hole pitch and putt golf course.
We nearly stopped here, but the noisy road put us off and we fancied something a bit more rural. We carried on to the next lock and spotted a mooring we liked so this will do us for the night..
It was also at a time we liked to be moored up, it was 2.00pm. Del did the brasses for the rest of the day and we chilled in the evening with the rain on the roof, typical!!!!