Coach and Horses Bridge 25 to Willington Visitor Moorings
Shore leave whilst we had breakfast, then when Tilly came home the rear hatch was closed, we wanted to be moving on into Willington today. We could leave the chap and his cat with the towpath all to themselves, not that that cat was making any use of the outside, I didn’t see it pounce once! A load of washing was set going before we set off, there’s a drawer full to work through.

I opted to stay on the boat for our mile cruise today, there’s a pair of socks to finish weaving ends in on and with there being dark colours I need good light. Willington was just that bit too close for me to finish the second sock off, just another six ends to weave in, then they will be heading off to Cornwall.
The service mooring was free, so we pulled in. Water filling, yellow water dealt with, rubbish in the bins, they’d filled up since yesterday, but there was enough room for ours. Ahead there seemed to be a space which would serve us well we were soon tied up on the visitor moorings. The down side of our mooring is the proximity of the trains, this would mean no shore leave for Tilly.

When Mick had been in hospital I’d contacted family and friends, but there were a few people I’d not got contact details for, one was Siobhan in Australia, Micks best friend from way back when. She however had found out via her sister who follows me on instagram, I think she also reads the blog occasionally. So it was time for the two of them to have a catch up via the internet and for Siobhan to see first hand how Mick was doing.
After lunch we both headed out for a walk, Mick to buy a Saturday newspaper and me to walk round Mercia Marina if I could. Mick succeeded, I didn’t.

I made note of a better mooring further ahead where the railway drifts away from the canal near the entrance to the marina, here I’d allow Tilly some shore leave as there’d be plenty to keep her busy. But for now we’d be staying put. I crossed the canal, wound my way to the entrance of the marina. The duck sign on the bridge used to be bright but today it’s almost vanished with age and grime.

Our first ever visit to Mercia was by car, to an open day at Aqua Narrowboats, their boats a touch too pricey for us at the time and the waiting list a couple of years long, so we’d discounted them. They did come back onto our list when we were looking the second time around. They have now moved to a bigger workshop elsewhere. Across the entrance to the marina on that side was a big gate, no access to be able to walk round, I suspected the other side would be similar and my walk would end up being at least a mile shorter than I’d hoped.

I bobbed into Midland Chandlers. We’d spotted some stainless steel fender hooks that hang from your grab rail, they have a thick neoprene cushion which hopefully will protect paintwork, especially when new. I bought two to see how they do, we’d like our new paint job to remain as good as possible for as long as possible. We prefer to be able to hang fenders when and where required along the grabrail, but the fender hooks we currently use gradually leave marks.

I walked round the shops, full to the brim of expensive clothes not suitable for boating and objects nobody really needs other than if they require more things to dust. A few restaurants and cafes. More new buildings are going up, possibly flats with more retail opportunities.
Mercia is now a destination not just a marina. They have quite a selection of sculptures around the place which are worth a look. This green man with his two faces and fab bunnies was maybe the best.



Round the other side I found another cafe and gates for moorers and sadly no pathway around the marina, so my walk was shortened. Back along the road, people filling bags with sloes, I think I’d have headed to the towpath where they are in abundance too. Back to Oleanna, a complaining cat, a snoring Mick and work.

Kedgeree this evening, expertly cooked by Mick. He certainly doesn’t need Home Economics classes.
0 locks, 1.3 miles, 6 more ends to weave, 1 full water tank, 1 empty yellow water tank, 2 noisy trains, 0 shore leave, 42 brisk minutes, 1 front cloth tidied up, 2 soft boiled eggs, 23:40 last train.

