Gongoozlers Galore

Today we were off late, as we don't have far to go. We are on the Birmingham and Fazeley Canal now, you can tell this by the fact the bridges have names and not numbers. I took this photograph whilst at the tiller, and then had yet another low chimney panic.
This was not as bad as getting under the A38, where the chimney had about 2 cm clearance and we struck the towpath trying to stay to the right. We did make it. 

This was looking back at the bridge after successful passing. Perhaps I'll take bridge photos like this in the future. 

Suddenly the canal turns back into the Coventry  canal on what, for obvious reasons, is called the isolated section. It is interesting reading as to how this came about. 

When we got to Fradley Junction we took the first available mooring. It could have been made to measure as we fit into it perfectly.
We were very glad that we took this mooring as there are no others available that we can find.

We decided to stay here for the night, as we had already met up with Graham and Roslyn, and we were going to go for a meal. When we reached the junction, we were delighted that we will not be passing through yet today as there are Gongoozlers everywhere. It would be at a time like this and I would do something stupid.

We had a wonderful meal, even Kenneth Michael enjoyed the carvery despite many complaints that he didn't like a carvery until it transpired that he didn't know what one was.
Graham and Roslyn were superb company as always and proved the value of true friends by picking up essential supplies for us. Here is a picture of them, children and supplies. 

We are now making the most of being moored up before one thirty.