So to bring you up to date. We last left you at Goldstone Wharf. From here we carried on through the wooded cuttings around these parts of the canal. Chris helmed AmyJo through the Tryley Locks (pronounced Turley) to keep her hand in.
|One of several Cuttings a along these parts of the canal|
|As Pill boxes go this one is quite impressive|
|nb Swap Frogs but no sign of her crew though they must be nearby.|
When we started cruising in hire boats we used to see several little canalside huts offering fresh produce. Sadly nowadays these are few and far between here in the North West so we were pleased to come across this one at the Adderley Locks. We bought the Pork Pie and Apple pie and very scrummy they were indeed.
|A sample on offer with Sausages and Bacon in the black cool box|
|No one in sight and the honesty box was a lot fuller when we left.|
|Lovely sunset above Audlem Locks|
We started the descent through the locks at Audlem in warm sunshine at 7:30am. The forecast was for it to be hot so we wanted to get down the flight before the sun warmed the day too much.
Sure enough by 9am the temperatures were in the upper 20s. We made good progress down the flight and were lucky to find a lovely sunny mooring above lock 12 just before the Shroppie Fly. At 11:30am the temps were in the 30s so we were glad of the mooring. We got the chairs out and whiled the day away sunbathing and just chilling. A rare treat for us.
Our neighbour on the moorings was a gent called Brian. We had a good chat and he showed us round his superbly restored old working boat. She's only 40 foot with a riveted hull. Brian found her in a really poor state but he has had her beautifully restored and has created an impressive space inside the little cabin. Once aboard you would think you were on a 55 footer.
|Brian's superbly restored little boat with big proportions inside.|
|Looking back up the flight|
|The visitors moorings below the Shroppie Fly were fairly empty but soon filled up by evening|
|The Lord Combermere pub does excellent food.|
|The village church.|
|Entering Lock 12 by the Shroppie Fly|
|Approaching the next|
|Finally the bottom lock|
At one of the locks we were passed by an Anglo Welsh hire boat. It was clear they had not long picked the boat up for as he approached the lock he hit the bridge hard careering across from that he then wedged the boat in the lock opening. Much revving and thrashing later he eventually got the boat into the lock. No wonder many of the locks fail during the summer season with treatment like that.
|This hire boater bounced off the bridge and crashed about getting into the lock|
Clearly not used to by washes
|Mountbatten and butty laid up together.|
|Approaching Nantwich Aqueduct moorings that looked really busy.|
Now replete we headed on over the aqueduct and ahead there was a queue of very slow moving boats. Seams a day boat full of drunken young ladies were going at tick over chatting and laughing oblivious of the chaos they were creating behind them.
|Leaving the aqueduct behind we slowed to an almost stop|
|Squeezing through the throng of moored boats was not easy. The hire boat behind did well to get through too.|
At the Henshall bridge moorings we came across this unusual conversion. Clearly the owner wanted an open plan feel for his boat, so open plant the lounge was open to the sky.
|Open air living perhaps?|
|Sitting on deck to cool down|
With a brief overnight aboard we packed and headed for Essex for the week. My mother is laid up in hospital in a bad way. She's now been there 4 weeks and is improving only slowly. We're in for a long haul for her recovery so we'll not be cruising far for the time being. Dad is giving me constant updates and is optimistic mum will make a full recovery but she'll need rehabilitation before she can return home.
Next post we'll have some news to share as AmyJo is going to have a new temporary crew member joining us tomorrow and a new permanent crew member next week. Will reveal all later.