Heavy rain overnight gave way to a still morning with a little watery sun (it didn't last!). Before we moved off, R went to drop off the rubbish and saw that the McLaren showroom had got some new stock in overnight. Now if the Euro-Lottery would just oblige...
On the wall outside we saw a notice offering various rewards for information about local crimes. Couched in Victorian terminology and quoting prices in pounds, shillings and pence, it was nevertheless dated 2013!
We moored for the night on the edge of Major's Green, but it is clear that we are now on the outskirts of Birmingham, although the guide books tell us that the next five miles to King's Norton Junction continue to be a "quiet, winding green ribbon" through the suburbs.
Certainly our mooring spot tonight has no indication of the presence of one of England's largest cities on our doorstep.
Today: 6 miles, 0 Locks and 3.3 hours.
Trip: 136 miles, 125 locks and 114.4 hours.