We set off straight after breakfast and Roger finally decided I was fit enough to work a lock - my first this year.
He only let me do the one lock but there are plenty more due in the next few days so hopefully we'll get back into the routine of sharing locking & steering. I find it quite boring steering all the time, I'd rather be up at the lock gates having a gossip with anyone who's waiting.
There's no place like gnome..............
The rain stopped and the sun came out just as we arrived at Penkridge so we moored below the lock and went into the village to stretch our legs and do a bit of shopping. We're going to the famous market tomorrow.
This is the Old Gaol
complete with stocks.
Penkridge is mostly full of modern houses but this old one was quite beautiful. It looks like it must have been thatched originally.