Saturday, 14 January 2017

Pickles, Hobgoblins and Macdonalds

1 October 2016 from Branston down the Trent and Mersey Canal
Branston (where pickles were produced) Water Park, an old gravel pit redeveloped for the people of Burton and boaters, has plenty of waterfowl, reed beds and woodland to enjoy: We walked around the lake before setting off around Burton. We saw lorries for Marston and Hobgoblin breweries as we passed through Burton, past the Marstons museum and Horninglow Wharf in light drizzle, chatting with walkers and fishermen. We stopped for a Macdonalds meal, for a change, as it is next to a canal bridge.


Horninglow Wharf

Friday 30 September through Kings Bromley to Fradley Junction to Branston
Quiet, flat land, disturbed by the distant rumble of the A38, characterise this part of the Trent and Mersey Canal. Kings Bromley Marina, once home of Lady Patricia, looked smart as we passed, unlike the old dairy next door. Wood End Lock had a lady CRT surveyor and built in lock use counter.

Fradley was not too busy as we passed through, Annie for the first time. Alrewas (olreewuss) was its usual pretty self, as we passed down locks and onto the Trent for a brief moment, then through the water meadows towards Wychnor and its lock. A long straight stretch alongside the A38, ears battered by sound, follows, until gravel pits intervene, thankfully, and we stopped a little early to enjoy the early evening sun, wine and the panorama at Branston Water Park, just before Burton.