Returning from a journey ...

Number one in a series of one of posts named after tracks by  Specimen.

You know, the scenery wasn’t as bad as I’ve painted it on the way back. Maybe because the Sun was shining and we weren’t suffering through rain just after the grass had been cut, it was actually quite pleasant.

Except for the ten locks we did in one day, every single one of them against us. Bastards.

Seven hours and ten locks, we’re now at Sandiacre again hoping to get to Trent Lock tomorrow (three more locks) where we can park up for the week with a view to getting to Gunthorpe next weekend.

What gadabouts we are.