We left Market Bosworth hoping to meet up with NB What a Lark. Be careful what you wish for. Just poked the bow into a bridge hole and another boat appeared from the other way. Yes, you guessed it, what a Lark. After a few minutes of the boats sniffing each other like two dogs meeting, we extracted ourselves after much reversing and bow thrusting and managed a brief catch up before moving on. Hope to meet in a better organised way next time.
On to Snarestone and the terminus of the Ashby Canal. We were surprised at the progress of the restoration since we were last here in the spring. A fairly lengthy section looks to be lacking only water and maybe getting as far as Measham is not so unrealistic as it once appeared.
Yesterday we moved back as far as Shackerstone, where the Battlefield Line steam railway starts. It's a job to separate a man from a steam train and the captain is no exception. We have had a great day going up and down the line just revelling in the sounds and the smell of the engine. I think the Captain sometimes thinks he is on the footplate when he winds up our Gardner engine. You can certainly see parallels in the 1950s technology.
We did manage a walk up to the battlefield centre, hoping to see some of the events for the anniversary weekend, but were disappointed that the field round the new memorial had been turned into a temporary car park. It rather spoiled the atmosphere of what can be a very evocative area.
Hopped back on the train and we are now on board Oakapple writing this blog. The rain has just started. Today has been quite good weather. Hope the rain clears by the morning.