|Purple bushes lining the banks on the way into Chester|
|Just as I rembeber Chris in our school days. Big ahhhh.|
In the evening we took ourselves into town for a meal and ended up in La Tasca, Tapas bar. I had been in before but this time sadly service was so slow but most annoyingly every time I tried to order a desert the waitress came back informing me they had sold out. After the 4th attempt I told her not to bother. This rather spoilt the meal and the ambiance of the place.
On our return to AmyJo we happened apon Bloggers from Princes Lucy (clic) Sadly we did not get their names but had a good chat as they follow our blog. Good to meet you and sorry for not getting names. Great to met Mr Jones too, lovely dog.
We moved all of 400 yards along the cut towards Cow Lane bridge. Today was to be an easy day as we had an appointment with Toad and Ratty in the Grosvner Park theatre in the Park in the evening. We sat and took things easy all day pottering about the boat then made our way to the park.
The seats were sold out and a magnificent performance was laid on for us. The talent of the actors was to be applauded , having the audience in copious bouts of laughter throughout the play, Wind in the Willows. Toad in particular gave a very humorous performance giving his character the childhood pranks we know and love, all the broom brooms and toot toots included.
|Settling down with a bottle of Prececo before the show starts|
|Chester looking fantastic in the sunset.|
|Presiding over events the Northgate pigeon locky watches on.|
|Well maintained tow path and clean waters make this stretch quite delightful.|
Here we were greeted by a cheerful volocky who helps us down the locks and advised how to enter the low basin in the refreshing wind. I admit to being most grateful for his spot on advise.
We had a slight incident descending the locks into the lower basin. A young signet had got separated from its mother and was trapped in the middle chamber with no room for it if I moved into said chamber. Poor thing was even more distressed when the lock gates opened and it was confronted with AmyJo's bow. Both the volocky and I were concerned it would crushed if AmyJo entered the pound.
Fortunately the said pound between the lock and next one was two feet wider so after discussing a way forward with the volocky so as not to harm the signet I ever so slowly nudged AmyJo forward with the volocky gently waving his arms we managed to usher the signet down AmyJo's flanks and into the lock we had just left.
By now the poor mite was beside itself calling for its mum all the while. I felt awful but there was simply nothing I could do but just glide AmyJo ever so gently past it all the while with a growing crowd of gongoozlers watching on. I was so relieved I did it no harm after it passed. I do so hate seeing animals in distress, really chokes me up.
|Descending the locks at the museum. Chris keeping a close watch in the signet as the level dropped.|
|Shad and behind, Gifford on their moorings|
|The forge workshop|
|New tapestry in memory of Narrow boat Friendship exhibited alongside|
|Basking in sunshine does not give a hint of the fresh breeze at the time.|
|Shad and Gifford|
|Looking towards Stanlow refinery and the way we'll be heading|
|Looking the other way towards Eastham and the exit onto the canal in the foreground|
|The correct lock we'll be descending onto the shipping canal not the double lock|
|Lock is situated to right of picture just beyond the flags and entrance to the Shipping canal dead ahead.|