We left Salt, a pretty little village,in full sunshine and climbed up 6 locks to Stone. We had a stop at Aston Marina where Jemma jumped ship and tried to make a run for it. She just doesn't seem to be able to take the rough with the smooth.
We had some deep and difficult locks and, at the end of the day, they came thick and fast. First mate managed a couple of near perfect trajectories into said locks, and was rewarded with excellent pie and mash at The Blue Rooms, Stone.
It's only 8.30 but we are both falling asleep so an early night is on the cards. Stoke tomorrow.
Either we are very lazy bastards or this is exhausting.