The Cruise of the Dondevoy


I took Sarah on board, and set off back through the tunnel. meeting my parents at the other end, where we had coffee, and went our separate ways.

I cruised up the canal, having lunch between bridges twenty six and twenty five, where the water goes along an embankment, and there is a triangle of road, railway and canal, and one can see aeroplanes going overhead - a good place to see how diverse our transport system is. It is strange that although everything crosses here, none of them meet, and there is no opportunity to change from one to the other.

In the afternoon came the seven locks up to Norton Junction on the summit of the Main Line, where I turned right and went as far as the Blue Boar service centre on the motorway, where I was able to get petrol. I decided to moor for the night rather than return to Norton Junction, as it was getting quite late. Just here, the contact between the different forms of transport is even greater; the main London to Birmingham railway and the motorway lie as close as is possible on each side of the canal, and the trains and cars rushing past only emphasise the peace of the water. I must try and stop my habit of counting carriages on passing trains, as the effort is making me dizzy, they go so fast. I shall start counting something a little slower, like families of ducklings.

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