Sunday 17^th February 2019

There is about 1½ miles of clear countryside between Bedworth and Nuneaton and we are moored right in the middle, about equidistant from the two. And yet last night there were quite a number of drunks past the boat, four groups in all. While they didn’t touch the boat, they were very noisy, deliberately right outside. Why are boats such a target?

We are keeping to our pledge over our Sunday’s and so didn’t move today and kept a traditional Sunday.

I started painting the shelf of the world, prepared the veggies and went for a walk. About 100 yards to the west of the canal is what appears to be a line of hills, marked on the guide as a quarry. I had walked the dog here earlier and found you could climb to the top, although a bit of a scramble. The scale of the quarry is colossal, both in size and depth, like standing on the edge of a volcanic crater. However, it is no longer a quarry but is now used for landfill, hence the numbers of seagulls we had been seeing. 

Brenda had bought lamb shanks in Bedworth. Two large shanks, a large gammon and six sausages for £11.11. The shanks were cooked on the stove along with the veggies. The smell on and around the boat was something else. There was so much meat on them that we will be having scouse tomorrow. And it won’t be blind.

When I was a kid there was never much money. We used to eat a lot of scouse. Scouse is a stew but made with lamb. At the beginning of the week it had meat in it but as the week wore on, and the money ran short, the scouse was said to be “blind”, there was no meat in it.  

We had prosecco again in the front cratch before sitting down to a lovely Sunday dinner. Hhhhhmmmm.

There have been five boats pass us today. While we were the only boat here when we moored yesterday, there are now four other boats with us.

Weather: overcast, chillier than of late but a pleasant day.