|River Trent with weir to the right|
We stayed in Alrewas for two nights. We like this village stop-over. It seems to have everything a boater could need. A Coop with a fresh bakery, a pharmacy/post office, several pubs, a chippy, a Chinese takeaway and a smart Indian restaurant. The wetlands surrounding the Trent tributaries attract hundreds of fowl. It's both wild and civilised at the same time. We were well battened down as Storm Barbara hurled its gale force winds at us. The plan to be tucked up inside worked.
But where does time go to? A whole extra day off, and we are still struggling to fit anything extra around the normal routines of sleeping eating and walking Mr. Jones.
Barbara came and went, but left us with some serious towpath lakes, muddying our boots on the five minute walk to the quite splendid Delhi Divan for dinner.
We crossed the Trent without careering sideways down the weir and had a pleasant cruise into Burton. Jones has reacquainted himself with the myriad sniffs of Shobnall rec'. The next 4 days will be spent stationary and seeing family.
The biggest challenge now, is whether we can keep up our considerable mince pie consumption.