You think we are in the UK?
Well, over the last days I’ve seen rocks as in the Dordogne (complete with caves), hills and valleys as in the Black Forest and Danish seats. OK, a short summary.

Reluctantly we left Stourport Basin and the extremely nice boaters and locals there.
They actually were so nice, I even made a cup of tea for them.

A nice cup of tea

A nice cup of tea

We got as far as The Bird in Hand, just around the corner. After all these lazy days one cannot suddenly do a 20-hour day. So this must be our shortest crusing day up till now: 45 minutes.
The next day we did stop at Kidderminster, but only for getting our shoppings. Then we went on to Wolverley Lock. Followed by the trip from the Dordogne to the Black Forest. And then we needed a seat.

No, not what you think. We needed new seats. Ours we’re still kind of OK, but one was mechanical not in a very good state. And who is at Kinver? Wilson, the company that sells the type of seats we want, And (even more important): IN GREEN. They are Danish, cost an arm and a leg, and were delivered by wheel barrow.

Delivered by wheel barrow

Delivered by wheel barrow

And by cheap labour…

Cheap labour

Cheap labour

But they are very comfortable, and look very nice.

Of course we did our staircase lock again (scary, to face that very high door in front of you) and Bratch Locks.

Bratch Locks going up

Bratch Locks going up

After a night at Greensforge Locks Services we ended up in Compton for the weekend. Did the laundry (and had a beer in The Swan, while the laundry was in the tumble dryer), got a lot of food, did some engine maintenance, and sat outside, reading. Preparing ourselves for the task we would face on Monday.

Which was the Wolverhampton Flight of 21 locks (plus Compton Lock, of course), on our way to the Black Country Living Museum. In tropical heat, and me doing the locks. But I managed.

Did it!

Did it!

Didn’t see tree trunks in the locks (like on the way up to Compton); this time it was a penis. It certainly made me smile…!

After eight hours of hard work (me)/doing nothing (L) and our first ‘normal’ tunnel (straight – wide) we moored just next to the (back) entrance of the Black Country Living Museum. Another mile stone on our epic journey.

 

 

One thought on “Needed a seat

  1. So envious- big gap next door but one

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