God and his Rain

Rain

Yesterday we were told that the canal was short of water and that traveling up the 20 locks of the Audlem fight might be a little difficult. Apparently, the rain is either, not enough, not in the right place or not the right type of rain, either way the canal was low. So when you empty the upper lock into the lower lock you leave the "pound" the water between the two locks very low. Now multiply that by 20 locks and you start to get problems.
So as always we put our trust in God and asked for a little help with extra water? Please.
Whilst the rest of the world was sleeping I heard my prayer being answered and the tell tail pitapata of rain on the roof, now all I had to decide was, is it the right type, in the right place and was it enough. Only the dawn would tell. As we awoke I said a quick thank you to him upstairs and said OK God you can stop now we have plenty, the canal is full the plants are well watered the cattle have plenty of moist grass and all the underground wells are full. OK big Al said God that's all right I’ll send a bit more for good luck!
And he did, in the style of a heavy, very heavy down pour, after 2 hours I said OK God thanks that’s great we enough now for the whole summer, Best be sure said God I will send just a little bit more to be on the safe side,
And he did, but this time in the style of hail, sleet and thunder, by this time I was beginning to lose my faith, God and I were starting to fall out. OK God! that’s fantastic everyone has plenty now, the canal is flooded the birds have gone in, the cows have only soggy grass to eat, the sewers are flooded and spewing raw sewage into the street and Noreen and are Pi—ed wet through to our undies. So if it is all the same to you turn the bloody tap off, send the rest to frigin Ireland they seem to like rain. And it came to pass then after 5 hours of torrential rain, hail, sleet and thunder, as soon as we moored up for the day it Stopped. thank you God
The Moral of this story is, be very careful what you pray for, always give a quantity and never leave it for God to decide how much.

20 locks in the appalling weather, not only was it wet, very wet it was bloody freezing; someone told me this is the pleasure of boating??
We have now made Market Drayton and are going to wait here until Keith and Carol arrive on Friday

No Pictures of this leg as the camera got wet along with everything else.

Big Al