Springwood Haven.

We paused to moor by Bridge 29 to walk into  Nuneaton through the lovely park to visit Sainsbury's for some fresh vegetables etc. After a snack on board we moved on to set up for the night below B27 on a sunny bend on the towpath. I rubbed down the bashed rusty bits of paintwork along the gunnels, cleaned it off with a cloth soaked in white spirit, then applied the undercoat. I was chatting to chap walking his dog early the next morning when my ears pricked up to the sound of a steam whistle. Sure enough President and Kildare came steaming under the bridge bound for Braunston.