Charlotte and I took a longish walk into the charming town of Cheswardine, mostly across country. We got a nasty scare when Charlotte nearly stepped on a long, thin, brown and black 'snake'. It was a cock pheasant 'hiding' in the long grass, it would be the closest either of us have been to one.
Mostly just a long run home after another late start but with very good weather for the most part. We stopped for lunch and later for supplies at Gnosall, lucky to find an excellent butcher selling ozzie lamb as we had no meals in the fridge and the time was getting on by this point.
The stretch from Wheaton Aston to Autherley Junction is very short on mooring places. What there are are filled or in deep cuttings and we were pretty late by the time we found somewhere suitable. Not withstanding we had our final barbecue and drinks on the towpath and were pretty late to bed despite having an early start.