We’ve had several days moored at Fradley, next to Bridge Farm Lane, about a mile before the junction.
Heather was attending a nearby event called Flame Off, a convention for lampworkers, that’s working with glass, where the primary source of heat used to melt the glass is a torch flame, originally an oil lamp, as opposed to glass blowing which uses a furnace. We offered/demanded to provide her with bed and breakfast. She attended workshops and demos and came back to the boat, excited to show us what she’d learnt.
She was at pains to point out that these are all learning pieces, not perfect beads, but never the less I was impressed.
While she was sweating it out with a high temperature blow torch, the rest of us took it easy, relaxing in perfect conditions.
And I went walking, looking at the flowers, these wild orchids are exquisite. Worth getting down on your knees to look at the intricate detail.
Fradley itself is divided into two halves by the canal, and is a merry mix of some beautiful old thatched cottages and a lot of new estates. Sadly the need for housing is eating into the countryside and our beautiful old villages are being swamped and overrun with development. I wish I new the answer, cause I’m not sure the town planners do. We all need somewhere to build our nest.