|Tixall Wide in the mist with the Gatehouse in the distance|
Did she see one? Did she heck!
Well, I'm sorry Gerry but yesterday at Tixall we saw FOUR! One on the canal and three zapping line astern through the River Sow aqueduct like an electric blue squadron of jets. And we even saw another later in the day – as well as one of those dinner plate sized terrapins that have escaped from captivity and made a home in our canals.
|Our friends from last night chug into the mist|
|Kingfishers wouldn't pose but this buzzard obliged|
"It was a day of almost incessant struggle as we dragged a reluctant Harry from Great Haywood to Gailey. I say dragged because the canal was more a silt filled ditch than a waterway for us in a three foot deep boat."
Not any more; the whole length of it has been dredged and the difference is astonishing. Harry chuffed happily through stretches that had been a torment. And without the agonies of getting stuck in locks, beached on mud banks and ploughing through reeds it was possible to enjoy the wander through gentle countryside, marred only by the gradual encroaching of the noisy M6.
|Acton Trussell, weed-free home of the buzz-cut lawn|
|Harry gets the bubble bath treatment in a lock|
|Maybe this boater stayed in the sun too long|