we negotiated the stop stop lock,
passed the old police station,
said farewell to the Greyhound (They do a brilliant pint of mild)
and negotiated the 180 degree turn under the junction bridge.
The old engine house used to supply the canalwith water pumped from the nearby mines, we were now on the Coventry and heading north, totally unaware of what was waiting for us. We passed under bridge 14 and on the towpath