Two boats were working their way up when we arrived so the first two locks were against us. As we were about to exit the second lock another boat came out of the one above so now that was in our favour. Before I had chance to clear our lock and move to one side in the pound the other boat came out cutting off my exit. He had to reverse back into his lock so I could get out of mine and work round him. Eventually we passed and carried on our way.
|Waiting for the bottom lock to be turned.|
|Crossing over in the pound . He was not going to wait for me to clear the|
lock neither. I'm sure he thought he could get in whilst I was still in it.
|All the ducklings stuck to mun like glue not leaving her side.|
We found the cut still very quiet with few boats on the move. We usually stop at Wrenbury but when we got there it was wall to wall boats from the first lift bridge, and on past the Dusty Miller. As luck was with us we had not planned to stop there this time and so as the sun was making an appearance we carried on.
|Passing under Wrenbury's electric lift bridge|
On up Quoisley and Willey Moor locks. Once again the Willey moor inn was closed. Does it ever open we wondered? Now the sun was out and the sky almost clear of clouds. Seems the weather gods favoured us again and so off came the jumpers (sorry reader striptease is now over).
Next came some of my favourite locks, Grindley brook, hoved into view. A bonus, they were in our favour and so with the aid of a dower faced lockie we were through in what seemed minutes. Despite his looks the lockie turned out to be quite chatty though he never smiled once.
|Entering Grindley bottom Lock, quite tight for AmyJo with millimeters to spare|
|Clearing the top lock|
|Coal boat Mountbatten|
|Lovely golds on the tree branches|