Saturday 29th July 2017 at The Dudley Black Country Museum.
M had been a trifle uneasy about being moored under a pedestrian bridge in the middle of Birmingham; however, we passed a peaceful night, no doubt the heavy rain kept the yobbos at bay.
A sunny morning dawned so we ran the washing machine and then pegged out the washing before going out for a stroll.
The east end of Gas Street Basin is very buzzy and pleasant now. What a contrast from the same view in the 1970s!
This is the night club where we spent the evening with a scantily clad Charles dancing in the window on the right and attracting all the hen parties to join us!
Trip: 132 miles, 141 locks and 109.9 hours.