Sabbath rest . . .

I had a lie in this morning because I was planning to worship at the Anglican Church in Penkridge but, before going to church, I moved Chyandour up through Penkridge Lock - one fewer to do after church - so that I could be on my way in good time.

As it turned out, the service was longer than I anticipated, and I did not get away until nearly 12.30pm.

The plan was to get to a delightful canal-side pub at Cross Green, that serves up really good food. That was achieved by 5.30pm and I did indeed enjoy the food.