In the next flight of locks there are 23 in about 1.25 miles.
Each and every one really pretty, Each and every one walkable. Each and every one with a Trevor.

The world could do with a few more Trevors. This lovely man has been involved with the Chesterfield Canal for about 30 odd years. He has helped to clear it, dredge it and now he looks after it and helps everyone through the locks.

After our pump-out, sorry to keep mentioning this, but we realised that we did not have any Elsan Blue( this is needed , as it sort of looks after the holding tank, by keeping it sweet smelling, well not really, but it stops it from smelling, if you know what I mean). We had asked the other BW guys, and they said that there was a caravan park nearby, So Mick and I thought we might hop on a bus and go get some.

Trevor at some point got to hear of this.( that could have been via moi !)

Anyway, the weather was glorious, and the 2 boats and Trevor made a steady progress up the flight. And what a pretty flight of locks.

At the end its was a bit of an anti-climax, as there is a filled-in tunnel, and a winding hole and you have to turn around, moor up, and happily get yourself off t’pub.
We did. and as there is only one pub ( slightly dodgy), it wasn’t hard for Trevor to find us. He had got in his vehicle and gone to the caravan site and got us our Elsan Blue, and I , received a lovely bunch of wild mint. Mmmmmmm.
By the time we negotiated our way from t’pub and t’boat.after a LOT of BEER. It had become all scrumpled up, but it went into the freeze box, and I made some mint sauce. So that was it.
Just a case of coming all the way down again, and with Trevors help. Great weather yet again. Are we righteous ? or what ?. !!!

Richard came back part of the way with us and we had the “ last nights pre-dinner drinkies” at Osberton Hall, where we had moored on the way up. Not actually "at the Hall". but on our lovely bit of tow-path, amongst the reeds and flowery stuff, that Richard/Botanist knew all the names of. !!!