We were underway before 7:00am this morning in order to cover the remaining few kilometers to the depot at Rugby Wharf before the deadline of 9:00am. We wanted to give ourselves plenty of time as this last little bit of the route required us to perform two major turns. The first of these was at the junction of the side channel to the depot where we had to do a full U-turn in order to approach from the correct direction, and the second was just before reaching the depot were we had to turn 180 degrees in order to reverse the boat into its dock. As I have noted earlier turning these boats is not easy as the boat is at least twice as long as the canal is wide and as such turns can only be undertaken at specific turning points.

Well just to ensure we ended our canal boat adventure on a note of drama we (I should say Brendon) completed the first of these turns successfully but when it became my job to make the last turn I managed to run the bow of the boat aground and despite our efforts we could not dislodge the thing until we got a tow from another boat.

After unpacking our stuff from the boat the four of us headed to the local super market, in our case to stock up for a week or more. then after some extended goodbyes we started the trek towards Worcester and the Blackmore Campground a site associated with the Camping and Caravanning Club of the UK.

The drive to Worcester was somewhat hectic as today was the beginning of the Bank Holiday Long Weekend but we found our way to the camp without any dramas. My recent email exchanges with Wendy regarding the extension to our various rebookings were all in order so we had a home for the truck for the next 11 days. We also discovered the benefit of Camping Club membership. Without membership the price for 11 days was something like GBP280 but with membership it was GBP177.

The Blackmore camp is a very nice, well manicured, establishment with all the facilities one would expect.

Interestingly there is another campground (or more accurately Caravan park ) next door called the Malvern Hill.

Throughout the afternoon we occupied ourselves with some chores and conversations with some of the other campers. Not surprisingly there was a degree of curiosity about our yellow monster.