I was constantly pressed for time on my last visit, so I took an earlier train, this time.
Thus, it was barely past 9am when I was wandering up the Trent and Mersey towards Etruria.
Even derelict industry can look good on a sunny summer's morning.
At that time in the morning, Hanley Park was quiet and peaceful.
The park officially opened on Jubilee day, June 20th 1897 and this ornate bridge is one of two added to the Caldon Canal at this time.
Despite its pleasant appearance, it has a "mixed" reputation as a mooring, being a city park with its share of morons.
The new towing path is an improvement, but we may need to wait a while before the old dereliction is replaced by new development.
Canal-side developments have suffered badly in the recent slump.
The Norton Green branch is also a restoration candidate.
It was originally built in 1778 to carry coal from Cockshead Colliery.
Although no-longer navigable, it remains open as a feeder channel, bringing water from Knypersley Reservoir.
By the time I reached Stockton Brook, a hot sun was blazing down, so it was nice to get into the dappled shade around the Stockton Brook Locks.
So, I walked on to the Hollybush at Denford, which was open but too busy for the one poor girl, behind the bar, taking the stream of food and drink orders.
Refreshed and happy, I now wandered into the familiar territory of the Churnet Valley.
I was now in such a good mood, that not even the terrible state of the towing path on the river section bothered me.
At Consallforge, it was time for another pint and a sit-down at the Black Lion.
This being Saturday, the railway was running.
Not long after 4pm, I reached my goal at Froghall.
I'd now covered all 17 miles of the canal and it was time to go home.
To catch a bus, I had to climb out of the valley into Kingsley Holt.
And that was it.
The climb and walk to the bus stop at Holt Lane used the last of my energy and I was pleased to get straight on the bus to Hanley.
It had been a great day out.
The early start had paid off: I was never under any time pressure and probably saw Stoke at its best, early in the morning.
The weather was good, the scenery was good, the people were friendly and the beer was good.
I'll be back.