Here we are Moored by the lift bridge at Whitchurch - another charming mooring; they all are and so many of them. 7 miles and 10 locks today and not a single, publishable photo of the cruise (eediot woman had the camera on the wrong settings - at least it's not down the loo!). Set off around 8.30 am and had the best road I've had in 3+ years: the lift bridge was up as we pulled pins so we beetled through and swapped sides over the back of MR, all I had to do was lower it. The town bridge (traffic lights, barriers, impatient cars late for work -tee hee) was operated up and down by crew coming down far ahead of their boats. Then every lock we approached had someone coming out! we even tagged onto the back at Grindley Brook staircase without as much as a momentary wait. One delightful, elderly gentleman coming down did explain that we couldn't possibly go in because the lady waiting to come down behind him had been there first and, as such, it was her turn next. We had a lovely chat, but I still think, secretly, that he thinks I'm a bit of a bastard who was queue jumping!