Anyway, setting off early Monday from Middlewich, we went past
We moored about a mile north of Wheelock and then the weather intervened.
On Wednesday, as the heavens opened once again, we had a brief visit from the B.W. veg pledge operatives,
We eventually moved on on Friday, getting into the real Cheshire Locks.
We had promised ourselves a stop at Hassal Green and a beer or three in The Romping Donkey but when we got there, to our horror, not only was it closed but
Saturday we were off early again. At lock fifty-four you have this terrace of attractive old cottages on one side
The church at Church Lawton sits in a circular churchyard atop a mound.
Generally taken to mean that in pre-christian times this would have been a site of ritual significance that was taken over by the new religion. Did you catch the archaeologists jargon there? I'm a real Time Team junkie.
A stop at Red Bull services for water and a pump out and then up the last couple of locks under the aqueduct.
At Hall Green you meet the stop lock that divides the waters of the Trent and Mersey from those of the Macclesfield Canal and when you look at the lock cottage you begin to realise you are heading into a different part of the system, no more mellow red brick but
We eventually moored at bridge eighty-seven, just by The Rising Sun where we partook of a more than adequate lunch and the couple of pints we had been denied at The Romping Donkey. Jennings Cumberland Bitter and it was in splendid condition.
Today it is back to raining torrents and blowing a full gale so here we have stayed, watching the snooker on't telly in the shadow of Mow Cop.
Watch this space.............