I’m getting a bit behind with our journey as I look back to the spring bank holiday weekend. We set out with great expectations in balmy baking hot sunshine, however the warning signs were there. We gazed over the fields and saw the ominously dramatic storm clouds forming.
We moored just beyond Nuneaton, at CampHill. A quick look on google showed us that this area had been used for quarrying stone and manganese since Roman times. As there is a well marked footpath through the woodland, aka shade from the sun, we set off to explore. It didn’t take long before we felt like a handsome Prince searching for sleeping beauty.
Although the reason was sensible,
I didn’t photograph the memorials to the teenagers who had lost their lives in its hidden depth.
We made it back to the boat just in time before the storm broke.
I don’t think we have ever heard rain so heavy on the boat and the lightning was blinding. I have a real time storm tracker app which plots every strike so we could see the deluge that the Midlands was under although we only heard about the extent of the flooding and damage the next day. There are times when it’s very useful already living on a boat.
We contintued our journey northwards through countryside we were unfamiliar with.
For my friend, who tells me I am knowledgeable about plants, I believe Dr Zeus calls this one a Truffula tree
And we think this is a take on the modern facility known as a Man Creche.