5 hours , 11 locks.
Woke early to the sound of torrential rain on the roof, so turned over and went right back to sleep. It persisted through most of the morning and we heard brave souls starting up and heading off, including one brave hire boater passing in shorts, tee shirt, flip flops and beer in hand! The English are so stoic when it comes to weather: it was obviously a case of "I'm on holiday, I'm going to enjoy myself come what may!"
We decided that, as we don't have to be anywhere, nor arrive anywhen, we would wait until it eased off a little. We eventually set off after 12 and climbed the eleven locks of the Atherstone flight without getting more than slightly damp. At the top end of the flight we moored up and popped the local shop cum post office for a few items. lo and behold , over the road was an excellent fish and chip shop. They cooked us huge pieces of haddock and a mountain of chips! (If you want your fish freshly cooked, leave the cod, go for haddock. 9 times out of 10 they will cook it freshly for you, whereas the cod may have been sitting in the hot cabinet for several hours) no ccoking for us tonight! Now moored up near Hartshill in brilliant evening sunshine.
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