We departed Bratch visitor moorings Monday morning immediately after the What a Lark crew left us. We are under no pressure to cover too much ground as we have 'appointments' to meet friends along the way, a blessing after this extended lock down.
Our next destination was only some five miles away but twelve locks was well as we continued to drop down from the summit of the Staffordshire and Worcester (Staffs and Worcs) towards it's finish at the River Severn.
|Descending the Bratch lock flight|
|A circular weir typical of the Staffs and Worcs|
|Moored in the sunshine at Prestwood|