|Nearby railway viaduct|
|Rain never far away|
|Who would live in a house like this?|
We stopped at bridge 77 in High Town and walked to the nearby convenience store but only got half what we wanted so another shop is on the cards.
At this part of Congleton the canal is criss crossed with numerous bridges and at one point the canal is forced to kink round the peers supporting them. AmyJo only just squeezed through without getting stuck.
|Road and rail bridges and the kink in the canal below|
We followed another boat from here called nb Slowcoach all the way to Heritage marina where they turned into it. Slowcoach he was not until he reached a bridge 'ole. He passed under them so slowly we always caught up with him at each one.
|Stately Ramsdell hall|
We were getting closer to Harding Wood Junction as we came across this quaint little cottage and shortly after Hall Green Stop Lock the original interchange between Macclesfield and Trent and Mersey canals.
|Quirky Tea Pot Hall|
|nb Slowcoach ahead weaves round oncoming boats|
|Many like this one brandishing golfing brollies|
Hall Green Stop lock might have been in our favour but with barely a foot drop in level we never could be sure. In fact the way levels were We could have just opened all the gates and gone through
|Hall Green lock is always a joy to pass through as its so pretty with the cottages nearby.|
|Smudge doing his, eating a large cigar impression, hows about that then boys and gals.|
Whilst feeling smug and supping a cuppa listening to the rain hammering on the roof a lady boater tried to moor up nb Tarka in front of us looking absolutely soaked through. Her boat ran aground whilst she struggled with the center line. As quick as I could I went to her aid and helped her moor up in the deluge. Later as a thank you she presented us with a home made Apple and Blackcurrant Crumble. This was consumed with diner and was really delicious.
After diner and checking the maps we found a Tesco superstore was just half a mile down the cut. By now the rain had stopped. We crated Smudge and off we went for a shop. Needless to say our arms are now 2 inches longer from humping the shopping bags back to AmyJo.
|Moored up on Pool Lane aqueduct just before the rain got heavy.|
Stranger still, Chris was checking odd blog posts to see where we moored here last year and exactly the same thing happened to my phone then. (click) Most odd indeed.