Aye, well, ‘appen as reckon as mebbe.
The Cardinal and I have mooched on. That we have mooched on in concert is good, since were we to move separately I would look like a right plonker wading along the canal, and The Wolsey would present an eerie sight cruising sans Admiral at the helm.
Four locks, just over two and a half miles. The four locks in question are the penultimate winter stoppage, the Meaford Locks, due to close on the 7th of January, and tis reet goodly that we are past those. The only other stoppage now in our way is Trentham Lock, and that is not due to be closed for work until late in February. The Trentham lock sounds like a horrid beast, at just a smidgen shy of twelve feet deep.
We lie now at anchor (alright, tied up on goat-chains to armco) in the village…
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