Yesterday we moored up a few bridges up on the Ashby Canal but you could hear the trains overnight so we decided on a move in the morning. Ben and I had a two mile walk but it wasn't pleasant as the towpath was a muddy bog after all the rain and progress was slow. Ben was absolutely filthy so he had a wash using a bucket of water and a sponge, followed by a rub down with a towel.
We cruised as far as Stoke Golding and pulled in to moor between bridge 26 and 27, but there seemed to be ants everywhere and yes a few went up by trouser leg and bit me. We had trouble finding a spot where we could get the back end of the boat in and not have the ropes next to nests full of ants. The heavy rain started when Eric had finished finding the satellite signal so we stopped just in time.