Nuneaton

Today we said farewell to the Ashby Canal and turned right onto the Coventry at Marston Junction.

Mooring up at Nuneaton within a few hundred metres of a fishing shop (what coincidence!) was like stepping back into the land of the living from an idyllic rural retreat. The land of the living had more than a dozen piles of dog poo strewn amongst the grass outside Rainboat's length. 🤢 But, it did have a Chinese / Cantonese takeaway with a 5⭐️hygiene rating 3 minutes walk away (we chose this for tea over the 3⭐️ Fish and Chip shop 2 doors down).

We gratefully restocked our cupboards at the Lidl and small Sainsburys 10 minutes away and the dogs were overjoyed at the dry hardpack towpath for walkies.

The next day we heard the familiar 'doink' of a heavy object being tosssed repeatedly into the cut. The magnet fisher was really friendly and got chatting to us, asking if we knew what the large safety pin shaped piece of metal he'd just plucked from the water was. It happened to be a tool for tethering boats to piling that lines the canal, he'd found another and insisted we take them. He'd found two bikes as well, one he was going to sell to his mate as scrap for a few pennies but the other was in good condition so he was going to do it up for his son. He returned the following day with some other bits and bobs he thought might be useful to us (his Mum had been getting on his back about moving them out of the garage).

The following morning as a couple of motorbikes were roaring along the towpath vibrating Rainboat's hull we decided it was time to move on.Baca lagi