


We came up 11 locks yesterday afternoon between Frazeley and Atherstone. All had very stiff ground paddles and very worn rack and pinions, but we managed and enjoyed a cider after we moored.

The grooves in the iron rod on the corner of a lock were worn into the metal by the hemp tow ropes that went across as the horse was pulling the cargo boats out of the lock.
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