Can this really be the same town of our formative years? It seems to have gone all middle class on us. Apart from prevalence of dog faeces in Shobnall field recreation ground, you might be in Henley on Thames.
There is a wild flower meadow and a woodland trail that surely never existed when our chief entertainment was sliding down a 90 degree mud bank. It all looks rather lovely in the sunshine and with the park on tap, you'd have to conclude that it's a great mooring.
We didn't sample Burton's real claim to fame, pubs and beer, but stayed on board and had home made pizzas with family. It's now very hot on the boat snd we are all in repose in front of a fan before we move through Dallow lock, Horninglow Basin and back to Mercia tonight.
It was snowing at home in The Peak District last week and it's difficult to imagine we are in the same country.