Hartshill.

  

Up, up and away to the top of Atherstone Locks we went meeting one man and his little dog en-route. He had a useful long handled grabber device for dealing with his doggie poo. Near the top we had the friendly assistance of two chatty lockkeeper's. One of then was interested in his local history and told me that a stained glass window had been dug up recently at Merevale Hall. This had been buried by the Monks of the Abbey for safe keeping donkey’s years ago,

   

We stopped at The Anchor Inn at Hartshill for a superb roast lunch carvery with all fresh vegetables, perfick. Then it was on into a more peaceful spot to moor up overnight. No light pollution or traffic noise to be heard, luvly jubbly. I watched three of the farmers plough, seed and disc harrow (?) an extremely large field which took them all day. Future history recorded right here! We like this isolated old telephone pole which used to have quite a large number of lines attached to it. Robins are such inquisitive little creatures, I like the way in which they watch you quite boldly from their perch nearby.