Eight locks to be worked trough today, chicken feed compared to the thirty five that Jacquie and I worked through in one day on the Worcester and Birmingham, but the work did make us feel quite righteous.
We stopped for the night just before a footbridge, which was just, one single huge beam of timber, stretching from side to side of the canal, which, with the help of a couple of Acrow props, still managed to stay upright, although the beam had taken on a substantial dip in the centre. Both John and I had to go and bounce up and down on it, but except for the rickety hand rails, it was actually much more solid than it had any right to be, but it did give us that Indiana Jones feeling.
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