|Just what you need at the end of a horrible day|
The weather forecast for today proved to be spot on. After a very sharp overnight frost, we got up to a cloudy day with a sharp, sharp wind and rain forecast from midday on. So we pulled the pins early and headed the couple of miles to the former mining town of Brownhills where there's a CRT service station and both Aldi and Tesco close to the canalside moorings.
No sooner had we rounded our first bend than we came upon ice across the canal – just a thin sheet and easy to crack through. It's more of the same Curley Wurley mixing semi-rural and urban with the odd bit of industry, in this case a canalside waste site, thrown in. And, today, patches of ice too.
|Semi-sunk like an abandoned ship - a sofa drifts in the drink|
And so, with the icy wind blowing ever harder, we came into Brownhills to find an ultra-modern services building shared with the local canoe club followed by a quarter mile of mooring bollards with three other boats already on them.
Only snag was that we couldn't get closer than two feet from the edge so it was plank down time again.
By the time we moored the rain was pouring and the wind even harsher. We called time on the day. Tomorrow would surely be better.
|Filling with water before mooring at a surprisingly busy Brownhills wharf|