A dismal day and we set off in drizzle, which is unusual for us. The lock at Dimmingsdale wreaked from spilt diesel someone had left and the bottom lock gates fitted so badly we need not have raised the paddles to empty the lock.
We passed one or two boats as we approached the Upper Lock at Bratch. No waiting, the lockeeper ushered us in and down we went, no messing. Quite a complicated set of gates and colour coded lock gear to be operated here. We moored at the bottom and walked the dog in the rain around Wombourne Nature Reserve. Saw no one!
We spotted a sign on the boundary of the cricket field which made interesting reading. See Pic
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