No idea what we were up to when we started out, but Stone to Barlaston used to be an epic journey and really isn’t so far at all. Perhaps it was because travelling beyond Stone was heading into the unknown.
Barlaston turned into a couple of days as the Wedgewood estate and Trentham Gardens are top narrowboat entertainment. Trentham Gardens effectively got closer to the canal as we found a footpath across the golf course, it took a bit of ball swerving but did the job.
‘Are you the lock keeper?’
‘Well, what does this mechanism do?’
‘You need to get some oil and squirt it down there, dreadful state you’ve let these get in.’
What with him and the normal looking dog walker yelling all she wanted was ‘A quiet walk!’ we began to wonder what’s going down in Stone. Sue and Kev, are you out there? Are you okay?!
This afternoon was used for picking up some shopping then cutting off the tiller after it fell victim to a bit of a bad glue job. Taking a hacksaw to it felt so wrong and lobbing it in the Morso afterwards even more so, but there’s no sentimental space for clutter like old tiller handles in 60ft living…no matter how many miles you’ve clung to it for.