Name & Shame

Look who we passed today. Once again moored on a water point - I'm beginning to suspect that these guys are professional water point moorers. They spent a good 3 weeks on the only waterpoint that was (now and again) available to all the stranded boaters in Central Birmingham. I spoke to them about it and their response was that they had been stranded by ice for 3 weeks. I pointed out that so had everyone else, but that "everyone else" hadn't moored up on the waterpoint. They muttered something about being sorry, but they clearly weren't that sorry as here they are again on the North Stratford - neatly moored on the waterpoint. I would have had another conversation but couldn't see any sign of them. Grrrrrrrrrrr!

The boys love these rough fields - full of delicious smells and lovely fox poo to roll in

 The boatyard finished with us around lunchtime so we trundled down to the winding point beyond Shirley lift bridge and had a lovely 2 hour cruise in the sunshine whilst Sarah made up our bill.

 The light and colour today was fabulous.

 So, the bill is paid (groan) and we're now pointing in the right direction ready to do a bit of logging in the morning and re-trace our steps to Birmingham for a trip down the Staffs & Worcs - there aren't that many cruising options in this area at the moment.

We had a knock on the side this evening - it was the local constabulary making sure that we were aware that the adjacent golf course made it easy for local villains to "nick & run", so could we double check that everything was well locked down. Now that's service.