Sunday saw us taking the compulsory pre-prandial family stroll around The Mere from which Ellesmere takes its name.
Monday dawned misty but with the hint of better to come. Natalie departed Plymouthward and we set off towards Frankton, stopping at the C&RT yard for water.
Having viewed what awaited us on the morrow we adjourned to Armadillo for a substantial shepherds pie and several games of Old Maid.
This morning dawned bright and fair and, having already booked our passage for today, we waited impatiently for the arrival of the lockie at 1200.
At the bottom of the flight we turned off into the truncated stub of the Weston Arm. In the original plans this would have been the main line to Shrewsbury but as the Shrewsbury Canal from Norbury Junction was already serving the town it would have been pointless building another canal and so it just petered out at Weston Lullingford. By 1917 the branch had closed but the short length that remains makes an exceedingly pleasant rural mooring, with water point and rubbish disposal.
This afternoon while Jill and Esme communed with nature at the blocked off section of the arm that remains in water, loads of frogs and frog spawn, Elliot and I indulged in a session of the piscatorial art.
Watch this space..........