5th June
Onward to Warwick, hot sun again and a slick run through 9 locks, we have our system down to a fine art and these are kind locks, filling gently if you open only one sluice, which was all we needed to. Most gates are still too heavy for me however. We locked through by ourselves all the way. Pete is the lock operator, I drive.
Through Leamington Spa to Warwick, where we moored on the towpath and not down the Saltisford Arm, which looked chock-a-block as it was last time we came here. I keep seeing baby coots (or moorhens, I don't know which are which) they are ridiculous things but so sweet; little black powder puffs with tiny orange beaks.
Walked into Warwick for dinner and to celebrate my birthday. The old centre is very nice with Warwick castle one end and a Norman church the other. Saturdays there is a market where we bought fresh coffee and fruit for supplies. We ate in Micatto, a 'set-designed' Italian restaurant. It's rust effect front door opening onto an interior cleverly worked out with aged white brick-shaped tiles on the walls and utilitarian light fittings the wires to which are concealed in copper piping. There were displays of fresh fruit and vegetables on crushed ice and colourful pastas, an open kitchen with lots of cooks and a bar with a butler sink set into it to hold the opened white wines on ice. I would say whoever interior designed this knew all the tricks, the atmosphere was busy and interesting. The place filled up very quickly. The food however was a little disappointing - if only they stuck to simpler stuff. My black gnocchi with lobster was more style than taste. Having said all that, we had a great evening with a good bottle of chianti, so my birthday was a memorable one.
My friend Sally's birthday card..... love it.......
Onward to Warwick, hot sun again and a slick run through 9 locks, we have our system down to a fine art and these are kind locks, filling gently if you open only one sluice, which was all we needed to. Most gates are still too heavy for me however. We locked through by ourselves all the way. Pete is the lock operator, I drive.
Through Leamington Spa to Warwick, where we moored on the towpath and not down the Saltisford Arm, which looked chock-a-block as it was last time we came here. I keep seeing baby coots (or moorhens, I don't know which are which) they are ridiculous things but so sweet; little black powder puffs with tiny orange beaks.
Walked into Warwick for dinner and to celebrate my birthday. The old centre is very nice with Warwick castle one end and a Norman church the other. Saturdays there is a market where we bought fresh coffee and fruit for supplies. We ate in Micatto, a 'set-designed' Italian restaurant. It's rust effect front door opening onto an interior cleverly worked out with aged white brick-shaped tiles on the walls and utilitarian light fittings the wires to which are concealed in copper piping. There were displays of fresh fruit and vegetables on crushed ice and colourful pastas, an open kitchen with lots of cooks and a bar with a butler sink set into it to hold the opened white wines on ice. I would say whoever interior designed this knew all the tricks, the atmosphere was busy and interesting. The place filled up very quickly. The food however was a little disappointing - if only they stuck to simpler stuff. My black gnocchi with lobster was more style than taste. Having said all that, we had a great evening with a good bottle of chianti, so my birthday was a memorable one.
My friend Sally's birthday card..... love it.......
Location:Warwick
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