|This stretch of the LLangollen gets better and better
|Shaun enjoying the morning sun
|The only boat on the moorings, dare we rik it on our return
|Lion Quays hotel.
|Our first glimpse of Chirk Aqueduct
|Pretty cottages just before the bend to the aqueduct
|Waiting our turn to cross.
|With the way now clear we get going again
|A clear sunny day meant the views were great as we crossed
|Our path finding Viking enters the tunnel
|In the tunnel these runners did an about turn as she became quite scared
|A hire boat behind silhouetted at the tunnel portal
|Aaargh there be pirates..... but not today is seems.
Our next obstacle is a small lift bridge at Froncysyllte. By now we had quite a convoy of boats ahead and behind us as Mr Viking was going slower and slower but for an obvious reason.
|The lift bridge at Froncysyllte
|Chaos at the sweet boat, four boats heading towards us out of shot
with nowhere to go.
|The owner happily watches as his position creates havoc but got no customers
The boats ahead and behind him is are some of four coming towards us.
Finally, once clear, we made it onto the Pontcysyllte aqueduct and were not disappointed. I had helmed across this back in 2002 so had to concentrate on steering. This time, however, Chris was determined to steer which left me free to enjoy the views as we crossed. I must say I'm proud that she braved taking the helm and did a great job too.
|Doing a great job but clinging to the tiller for dear life I suspect
|Umm a smelly landing if you go over the side me thinks
|The river Dee 150 foot below
|Enjoying every minute at the helm.
We continued with great trepidation as we were informed 2 foot 3 inches was the maximum draft navigable on this stretch. So concerned were we AmyJo would be deeper that last night, using our boat pole, we measured AmyJo's draught to be sure. At 2 foot 4 inches (roughly) we knew it would be literally touch and go. Would we ground and if so would we survive the embarrassment? What if we got stuck and could not move. With fingers, toes and legs crossed we crept on gingerly praying the gods had us in their favour. Would we make it?
|Trevor basin ahead and our turn off shot to the left
|The turn onto the last leg
|Sign in dictating how far we had left
|Theme park boat ride looking narrows
After 2 hours of slow cruising we finally made LLangollen Wharf and the Marina. We need not have worried about AmyJo's draught. Only once did we ground and then only lightly, but, as we could see the bottom it was clear we only just got through.
|Our mooring for the next 48 hours
Having made good time getting here we have a day or two in hand so decided to stay two nights to enable us to explore this lovely place. I did, however, make a bit of a school boy error mooring up. Can you see why from the photo above?
You got it. The jetties are only 30 feet long so 37foot of AmyJo was sticking out beyond into the basin. Not normally a problem but when leaving AmyJo the only way to lock up and leave her is by the front doors. OOPs!