14-16 March 2016. Into Warwick.

After a truly ghastly meal at the Blue Lias (which we remembered as being quite good before) on Sunday evening, we spent the night on their mooring. There has been lots of flooding around their lakes and caravan site and it was all still very soggy. Monday started slowly and we set off through the remaining two Stockton and then the four Bascote locks. After that there was a lock every half mile or so, just short of long enough o make a cup of tea. We moored at Bulls bridge, where we stopped last time we were here. This foolish swan had made her nest actually on the towpath which, now we are near to Leamington Spa was busy with walkers, cyclists and joggers.

You can't help feeling its not going to go well for her. Silly bird.

 The canal ahead went directly west and we were treated to a lovely sunset on an evening walk.

 

The next day we went on into Warwick and to our mooring at Saltisford, Warwick. We are going home for a few days and will be back on Sunday.

Harold slips into the Saltisford Arm.