Another cold night with sub-zero temperatures saw the cut frozen over at Merry Hill (or Merry Hell as the locals call it) this morning. Steve thought it prudent to check with another member of the syndicate that owns Twelfth of Never whether it was acceptable to continue in the conditions. This was his brother Andrew, who drove over from his home nearby and not only pronounced conditions as "fit" but also stayed to help us down the "nine" (actually 8) locks at the Delph.
|Hell frozen over!|
|Heading through the ice to the Delph|
(Hey, perhaps "Pound" Land should move into the waterway equipment business - geddit?)
Our original destination for the night had been Kinver, but in view of the time, the ice and the greater number of moored boats we'd encounter on the Staffs & Worcs we settled for Stourton Junction. Although there was no pub there, we had enough essential supplies for a meal -apart from the wine and here Steve volunteered to go and get a bottle or two. I found him a bus to Stourbridge from just up the road, but he found another to Kinver so he, at least, made it there and, moe importantly, back again.