Chilling at Coole Pilate

We woke at about 5am, I was hussled out of my pit to make tea for Himself....and me of course.
We were on the move at 7.45 on a clear autumn morning heading for the fifteen locks of the Audlem flight.

We moored up after completing eleven locks, only passing two boats on the way up, and toddled into Audlem village to look at the artwork in the Audlem Mill and then a quick raid of the local Co'op for a few bits. Back at the boat we had a belated breakfast before resuming our journey.

Joe 'shooting the rapids' as he leaves lock 12.

 The viscious side stream as you leave lock 12

 Shroppie Fly looking just a bit tired and uninviting.

Moored at Coole Pilate for tomorrow's

G1 Grand Prix.