We left Birmingham this morning as planned, going up Smethwick locks and past the Engine Arm where the entrance bridge was being guarded by seagulls.
At Gilbert's Bridge we came across these builder's bags floating in the cut. They were full of the outer sheathing from cables and just waiting to get wrapped around someone's propeller. Roger phoned CRT and they promised to send someone out ASAP to remove them.
We arrived at the Black Country museum, filled up with water and emptied the toilet tank and then moored up for the night.
What kind of dirty disgusting boater was here recently? There is a large rubbish disposal skip here but these lazy bastards just emptied their kitchen waste beside the moorings!