Weston-on-Trent

We had an easy day yesterday, covering a little under four miles and only three locks but two of those locks required both Jill and myself behind the balance beams just to get them moving. The top gates at Aston and Weston lock were both p*ssing water in because of faulty gate paddles.

Above, an example of an unloved lock gate..

Caxton moored just below 'Fine George's Bridge'... now where did that name come from?

Here is a view along the canal from Bridge 10 just as we set off on our afternoon ramble up into the village of Weston-on-Trent.

Which way Dad?

Weston's 14th century church on the outskirts of the village. Below, evidence of the rise of the 19th century non-conformists in the village...

The Old Plough. Before setting off on our walk Jill had phoned the landlord to check on opening hours and whether the dogs would be welcome in his pub. The answer being Yes, planned our circular walk with refreshments in mind.

Here Joe has been asked to buy a round, a state of shock has set in...

And here they have both come to their senses and an act of obeisance to their womenfolk naturally follows! Yeah right, one can only wish...