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The Quest For The Giant Tussock Sedge

The Quest For The Giant Tussock Sedge

Canal and River Trust keeps telling boaters to save water by sharing locks if there is enough room. Apparently some swans got the message. This morning we went back to Stourport Basin, got the transmission fixed (though we still have the annoying screech around 1,200 RPM) and headed north. The lock from the basin to the canal is a tricky one. The ground crew has to cross a busy road to get from the basin to the lock itself, and…

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Bridgnorth

Bridgnorth

Some days the first cow of the day turns out to be a rhino. You may wonder why we haven’t been posting recently. Remember when I wrote …in fact the Stratford Tourist Board will do almost anything to stop this information from coming to light. If I am pecked to death by swans in the next few days you know who to blame. Well, it wasn’t that. But nobody bothered to ask! You people just don’t understand the threat of…

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Back to Stourport

Back to Stourport

The aim today was to get back up to Stourport before rain forecast for lunchtime turned up. We did not quite make it, so the last hour or so we had rain and drizzle. Getting off the Severn and into Stourport basin is tricky. There is a right angled turn from the lock landing into a staircase lock, followed by a short pound with an awkward turn into another staircase lock. As we were coming up through the lower staircase…

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Oodles of Gloppy Pottery

Oodles of Gloppy Pottery

We made it back up the Severn as far as Worcester before the rain started today, so we moored up in a swan sanctuary. Yep, that’s right, Worcester seems to be a sanctuary city for the fascists of the waterways. What’s next, political asylum for Canada geese? We saw someone feeding the swans an entire sack of swan kibble. No wonder the river here is infested with them. Don’t the recognize the dangers of swan attack? There’s a reason nobody…

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Hey Ho, The Wind And The Rain

Hey Ho, The Wind And The Rain

It was raining this morning, so we delayed starting till almost lunchtime. The rain stopped, and we even got some sun this afternoon, but the wind was blowing hard all day. The second lock, at Nafford, has an awkward dog leg approach with weirs on either side. That’s the one where we saw the half submerged narrowboat on the way up. It’s still there. I made it to a lock landing OK, though not the one I was originally aiming…

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Spuddle and Biddle

Spuddle and Biddle

It was a lovely day today. We spent the morning wandering around Evesham some more, and revisited the Almonry Museum, with its wonderful and random collection. For instance, I am not certain what these shiny things are, because they weren’t labeled. I’m guessing Roman buttons from the other stuff in the case they were in. This was next to them, similarly unlabeled. The spoon I recognize, though it is small. Perhaps a Roman baby spoon? The fact that Roman spoons…

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The Evesham Custom

The Evesham Custom

Today was not one of our navigational highlights. One of the locks had a low bridge over it, and I managed to knock the chimney off, and lose it in the lock. In my defense, I tried to remove it in advance, but it was wedged on tight, and both Paula and I thought it would fit if we just removed the rain cover from the top. Wrong. Oh, well, new chimneys aren’t that expensive. The Avon was running quite…

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Vice Versa

Vice Versa

We had a slow day today, with a run to the supermarket and another outdoor play this afternoon. This was As You Like It done by an amateur group from Cropredy. In true coarse acting style Touchstone stole the show by being louder than the other actors. Still, the sun was shining, the barely audible Rosalind was pretty, and the England won the Women’s Cricket World Cup. All in all a good afternoon. I promised a review of the play…

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More Misericords

More Misericords

The strangest things turn up in church carvings sometimes. Why is this naked woman riding a deer? That looks more like some pagan fertility rite than a christian symbol. But then the same set of misericords also has a mermaid combing her hair… … dragons… … a camel carved by someone who had never seen a camel… … domestic violence… … and this one. Goodness knows what is going on here. Why are that woman’s legs so small that they…

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Shakespeareville

Shakespeareville

Here we are in Shakespeare’s Stratford-Upon-Avon, the Shakespeare capital of Warwickshire, and supplier of Shakespeare to the World. Just as Lichfield is proud of Dr Johnson and Walsall is proud of Jerome K Jerome, Stratford is ecstatic over being the home of Shakespeare. Do I need to point out that all three of these writers got the hell out of the Midlands as soon as they could and headed for London where people would appreciate them? Shakespeare at least returned…

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