11 hours, 22 miles, 13 locks
Another really successful day brought us nearly to Barton Turns Marina (but not quite!), tied up adjacent to the A38, which is one of my favourite roads. It's part of my journey from Sheffield to Stretton, and the best part - twenty plus miles with no roundabouts. That twenty miles takes about twenty minutes (if I'm trying to drive economically); today's twenty odd miles took eleven hours... And I reckon that if I had a car here, I could be back at Stretton (which we left yesterday morning) in about an hour and a half.
Although I knew that the A38 tpuched on the Trent and Mersey, I hadn't realised it ran parallel for such a distance.
Once again today, Nothing Bad Has Happened, and the sun has shone. There have been queues at some locks, and some annoying people, but Jim only shouted at one of them - a man in front of us who wanted to stop in the lock and fish for windlasses. We even had an ice cream at Fradley. Long may this run of good fortune continue!