Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Went the day well. Escaped !

We were up early, but not perhaps bright, although the day was!  Ali made her way to the stalag entrance and met the repair man at 0700.  The tunnel was flooding, so time was imperative.

Machine out, dismantled and the new parts fitted.  Testing was positive, we are good to roll.  So used the last of our electrical allowance, collected our deposit for the fob from the office and after filling and emptying, we were off.

Well as far as Willington village were Ali made a quick divert to purchase milk and fruit juice.  Thence onto Burton upon Trent.  Another stop to visit B&Q and after this we felt we had all the tools to maintain our freedom.

It was hot, bloomin hot!  We poodled along accompanied by the A38.  By Wychnoor lock we escaped its grasp and saw freedom beckoning.  Alrewas was on the horizon, our goal for the day.  We crossed the virtual border on the short river section, avoiding Kami Kazi boaters this time, and ascended into the calm of neutral territory that is Alrewas.  Showered, fed we decided to taste freedom by walking the village and having a swifty in a rather nice pub.

We are free at last and the washer works.  All is good.

  Little locks - lovely!

Miles  12
Locks   6

Monday, 21 July 2014

Mercia Marina

Just had an evening wander around the marina and took some photos, this place is huge, however because it is divided into various bays, the trees are now established along with the islands, it doesn't look as vast as it is.

The washer man is scheduled for 7:00 am in the morning, so hopefully we will be off tomorrow, with a large hole in the bank balance no doubt!

No locks - but a clean & shiny boat!

The Great escape and a white knuckle ride.

 Well, we remain at Mercia Marina held captive by the vaguaries of the washer repair man, but today we decided to escape for a while.

After the storms of yesterday, the day dawned somewhat brighter.  Yesterday, a brief glimpse of the sun in the afternoon saw Ali making a foray on the bus into Derby.  We were in serious need of vittles.  About an hour after she had gone, the sky darkened, thunder rumbled and the rain hammered. Happily, by the time she got back, there was a respite, so not too damp.

With the improvement today, we decided to sample the delights of Burton on Trent. Nothing to do with this being the brewing capitol of the nation you understand!  So 10.30 am saw us waiting for the quaintly named villager bus, the V3.  This must be some sort of vengence weapon for the unwary.....

We set off ok, but the driver had no comprehension of the concept of passenger comfort.  We hurtled around the lanes glancing the odd bush and kerb and braking so severely that we gripped the seats to  hold on.  Whilst we were " enjoying" the ride, the locals on the bus, average age 82, took it in their stride and did not bat an eyelid.  No need to visit Alton Towers for a thrill, save your money and get the V3!

After a period of recovery, we wandered Burton and collected a few bits and pieces.  Now as said, this is a brewing Mecca, so would have been downright rude not to visit the museum, which we duly did.  Very well done and the entrance price entitles you to a pint each!  So we had a quick snifter, like you do.

The ride back to Willington was not quite as exilerating.  The driver had obviously not had the full Alton Towers training.  We  left the bus at Willington and had a rather nice roast at the Green Man, plus a drink or three!  We then wended our way along the canal towpath back to the marina.

Ali Hammered the washing machines again, whilst I thought deep thoughts, as I do. !!

So we had a grand day out.  Now back in the stalag, recovering.....And dreaming of our liberation.

The entry cost included a pint, or two halves, or four testers!

This is a lovely wild flower meadow at Mercia
(photo doesn't do it justice, used my phone)