We moved on from this mooring the next morning. The countryside really is lovely. Gentle hills, broad sweeps of crops, and fields and fields of sheep and cows.
|A very short, stubby balance beam here|
Great Haywood Junction is the meeting of the Trent and Mersey Canal with the Staffordshire and Worcestershire (Staffs and Worcs!). We stopped here for services, and a quick, vain visit to the chandlery.
A young couple came along in a 60 foot narrowboat, and tried to wind before pulling in at the services. The water was plenty wide enough, but the helmsman clearly didn't have much experience, and had a fairly strong wind against him, too. It took him a good fifteen minutes, and a lot of poling-off to rescue the boat from the shallows on the far side. He did it eventually. Pulling a wry face as he floated past, the guy called out, "There's a right way, and a wrong way - and there's my way!" The young lady rolled her eyes.
|Hoo Mill Lock|
Time was getting on now, and with the weather looking as if it might take a turn for the worse at any moment, we took the first available mooring space in Weston Upon Trent. And here we stayed until morning.