Monday 24th August
Graham was up and visiting the town at 8am. Into Tesco for breakfast milk and then the local butcher opposite for faggots. Today we’ve seen plenty of kingfishers.
Literature took over as the day, and rain, moved on. We wondered if Lewis Carroll had ever made this trip as the faster we moved forward towards Bredon Hill the further it seemed away. We passed it on our left, it was then ahead of us to the right. And then it re-appeared behind us. Shame the rain didn’t oblige similarly. The Red Queen would have approved.
As we arrived at Strensham lock there was a wide beam going up ahead of us, well I say going up – they may have done had the closed the bottom paddles ;^) They then left the lock leaving the top gates wide open even though I had asked one of them to close the offside one.
We pulled over onto the picnic area moorings below Pershore bridge but then realised that the road there was very noisy and that the Avon guide said there were other moorings above the lock, so we untied and moved up through the lock. As I was opening the ground paddle three blokes appeared stating that they had just fixed the jammed open weir to try and recover the level above the lock. It was then that I noticed the pound above the lock was about half a metre down on normal level with a couple of moored cruisers heeled over at precarious levels.
Off to visit the Brandy Cask tonight as it’s a pub with a brewery out the back.