Oh what a beautiful morning.. Oh what a beautiful day
'I have a wonderful feeling everything is going my way..' OK, it's NOT Oklahoma but there was not much wrong with Stoke-on-Trent this morning. We moved off at 09.30 after I had wandered up through Victorian back2backs to the nearest corner shop selling newspapers and milk. The first chap I met to ask directions to a newspaper shop from was from London though he had lived in the Potteries for nine years.
We winded and watered again at the Etruria services before starting to descend the five Stoke locks. Watery sunshine and the remnants of an early morning frost kept us company as we journeyed. No boats about and surprisingly, no fishermen either.
As it got towards late morning on the towpath I encountered hoards of the Stoke City fans making their way to the Brittania stadium - today's game was against Wigan apparently and it seemed that the whole of Trentham was on the move towards the stadium!
Caxton steams off into the distance.
We are now moored at Barlasten close to the Wedgewood works with the following views from our side hatch -- can't be bad.