After leaving Burton on Trent we headed off past Willington and moored by Coach and Horses bridge, A38 one way and the railway the other, at least we are not in a rush like those travellers, as the old saying goes, "Those who try to save time usually end up having to kill it."
Top gates of a Trent and Mersey wide lock, viewed from below.
Splendid old wharf crane at Swarkestone, the place that, in 1745, Bonnie Prince Charlie wrapped his hand in and turned around and headed back to Scotland, another piece of useless information.
A strange stowaway, it's a Vapourer Moth caterpillar, I restored it to it's natural habitat 'cause I'm a nice guy.
Straight through Shardlow this morning, compulsory photo' of the Clock Warehouse.
Down the Trent, it ain't half big after the canals,
to Trent Lock, Cranfleet Cut straight ahead, the Erewash Canal off to the left and the River Soar to the right
and the Trent goes off over a huge weir.
On the Soar at last, Kegworth Deep Lock
and above the lock in idyllic sylvan surroundings we are moored, shame it's right under East Midlands Airport's flight path.
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