What a stonking start to the day. I was standing on the back counter at around 6.45 am this morning watching the sunrise. A Kingfisher flew past announcing it was going fishing for its breakfast and the cows in the field opposite were stretching, having gotten up from a damp field. It was so calm and peaceful.
At 9.25 am we left our over night mooring and headed towards Aston Lock, behind narrow boat Autumn Wine. We rose up through Aston Lock and onward into Stone, where luck would have it we found one mooring big enough for us, right below Star Lock.
Stone is certainly not the town we remember, when Hadar was being built. It has lost its soul and has been taken over by charity shops. In such a small canal side town there are at least nine charity shops. Now you all know we love charity shops, but this many in such a small town is to many, again in my opinion. Stone is now a town of places to eat, hairdressers and charity shops, which is a shame.