I will start todays blog with my wild flowers and get them out of the way. I like to see what is around in the different seasons, and our new camera takes a much better picture of them.
We left Wrenbury quite early on Tuesday as the sun was shining and planned to make it to Grindley brook and stop before the flight and staircase. It was a very hot and humid day. At the first lock we came to there was an elderly chap selling eggs, potatoes and kindling. He helped with the lock so I took pity (a mug for a sob story; must be the nurse in me), and bought a bag of potatoes. We travelled through the next 3 locks and misjudged where the flight of locks started, so as we turned the bend we were confronted by them so decided to carry on through. The current is quite strong along this canal especially by the locks, and it takes a bit of welly to get through the bywash even when stearing into it. The canal is fed by the River Dee which is responsible for this extra flow.
We got through the flight easily and ended up being the third in the queue for the triple staircase locks. These are manned by 2 volunteer lockkeepers, so they control the boats going through. We had heard stories of people waiting 4 hours to get through these, but we were much quicker. They let 3 up, then 3 down to make it fair. I can imagine a lot of tempers may get frayed in the summer months.
We topped up with water after the locks, emptied cassettes and rubbish and decided to stop along this stretch.
After mooring up Charlie developed a migraine and had to put himself to bed. I think it was just a combination of a long trip, heat and probably not enough fluid! I should know better; lesson learnt. I’d made dinner so after I’d cleared up decided to walk the dog and practice photo taking.
We were watching TV later in the evening when we had a knock at the window. A man was asking us to move and he said we shouldn’t moor there. We were perplexed by this as we were in front of other boats. On walking back we had missed a no mooring sign as it was tucked back, on walking forward the other sign looked like it had been vandalised so wasn’t clear. It was strange to have a stretch of no mooring on the towpath side, but it was beside this man’s house and he obviously didn’t want boats disturbing his peace. We moved along to keep him happy. On Wednesday we moved into the Whitchurch arm (a small stretch which allows walking access to the town). We are going exploring today, so photo’s of Whitchurch to follow on next blog.