Tuesday, 5 August 2014

Llangollen to Ellesmere


Wednesday 30th July

Llangollen to Llanddyn

We left mid-morning after several boats had arrived in the basin, and some had gone already.  We managed to find a mooring further down where we could fill up with water again.  Hazel went shopping while James completed the water filling and emptied the cassette. 

Received a voicemail a day old from Paul Dicken suggesting getting together tomorrow (i.e. today) or Friday. Phoned him and agreed Friday, when we should be at Trevor.

James went to find Hazel in the town, and completely missed her. There was no phone signal, so he walked back up to the boat again, finally spotting her way down below on the bridge. He went back down to help her with the shopping. She had been in a shop she said she wasn’t going to visit.

View from the bridge in Llangollen. Corn Mill restaurant on left

Leaving Llangollen

Silly sign

When we finally set off, there was a queue of boats waiting for the narrow section. We could not get into the side, so we had to move a hire boat along one ring so that we could fit into a gap.  Eventually the boats coming up finished, and we set off, number three in at least seven.

Narrow rocky section


We arrived at the good moorings we had seen at around bridge 44, and we stopped to let the convoy go past.

There was a great view of Eglwyseg Rocks. Hugo was happily off somewhere under the trees.

Bridge 44 and Eglwyseg Rocks

James had a chat with Leigh on Bob, who had two dogs and a 19-year-old cockatoo, which was on the towpath on a lead.  Husband John was resting, as he is not well.

0 locks, 1 mile, 1hr15


Thursday 31st July

Llanddyn to Trevor

Cloudy today for a change.  We had heard several tawny owls in the night and seen one flying overhead.

Two or three boats went past in each direction.  When we set off we got through the narrow section with no waiting.  We noticed several large bushes of Japanese Knotweed between bridges 41 and 42. Must report it to CRT. 

Japanese Knotweed
 
No difficulties all the way down to Trevor, where we managed to reverse into the furthest mooring in the side arm.

Quite a good signal there, so we sent joining instructions to Paul for tomorrow’s jaunt.

Had a good chat with the guy on Henry. They are staying here for a few days, running around with doctor’s appointments etc.

Trevor Basin

0 locks, 3 miles, 1hr35


Friday 1st August

Trevor to Chirk and back to Trevor

James went to the shop to buy some milk, while Hazel chased Hugo around with the vacuum cleaner. Hugo was not allowed out in case he was still absent when we wanted to set off.

Paul and Christine arrived at around 1pm, having driven from Caernarfon. We went to the Telford Arms for lunch.  A fairly limited menu, but the food was OK.

We then went on our cruise, across the aqueduct and down to Chirk. First we had to wait twenty minutes while boats were coming the other way. Then we were following a hire boat that had just set out from Trevor.  It was young lads on board, and they had music going, and were jigging around on the back deck while they were steering.

Paul and Christine Dicken

Boating in the sky

 There was another boat following us, and we managed to get away without operating the lift bridge at Froncysyllte. The first boat opened it, and the last boat closed it.

Our canopy was up and down as there was rain around and also low bridges and tunnels.  Both the other two boats went into Chirk Marina, so we continued on to the winding hole, where we turned round and followed another boat back.  They operated the lift bridge, and although we were prepared to close it they waved us through.

Thankfully, back at Trevor, our mooring was still available, so we had tea and bara brith, before Paul and Christine had to depart for the long drive back to Caernarfon. It had been great to see them again, after a number of years since the last time.

Farewell to Paul and Christine

Hugo was a bit confused, as we were moored in the same place, but facing the other way, and several times he tried to come in the front doors instead of the stern.

0 locks, 6 miles, 2 lift bridges, 2 aqueducts, 3hr00


Saturday 2nd August

Trevor to Chirk Bank

It was raining quite hard at times in the night, and most of the morning. Around lunchtime it brightened up, so we set off once more over the aqueduct (our eighth crossing since we started boating).

Across again

We operated the lift bridge ourselves for a change, and had a very clear run.  We had to wait for a boat at Whitehouse Tunnel, and again at Crick Tunnel.  At the passing place between the tunnel and the aqueduct there were boats all over the place waiting for the tunnel as we emerged. There was also a hire boat moored on the waiting bollards, having lunch.  There was no queue for the aqueduct, so we went straight across.

From Tunnel to Aqueduct at Crick

Crick aqueduct

We moored on rings just round the corner, at Chirk Bank.  James went for a walk back across the aqueduct and into Chirk.  The hire boat was still there, with no one aboard.  There were no notices about mooring there, but there really should be. These bollards should be only for those waiting for the aqueduct or the tunnel, a bit like lock bollards.

James visited the shops, and bought a few bits. He went into the Anglican church and signed the visitor’s book. He missed another heavy shower by doing so.

Back at the boat there was no signal for TV, internet, or phone. 

We both have chesty colds, so we didn’t fancy cooking. We wandered down the hill to the Bridge Inn for a meal.  Strongbow cider was the best they could offer, but the chicken curry was good.

0 locks, 4 miles, 1 lift bridge, 2 aqueducts, 2hr10

Sunday 3rd August

Chirk Bank to Chirk Bank via Maestermyn Marine

Sunny but windy today.  We decided not to visit a church this morning as we both have sore throats and colds and didn’t want to pass it on.

Roger and Mirjana had also encouraged us to go to a folk evening in Ellesmere, but we were not up to singing.

When we got up we found Hugo was on the seat in the stern instead of his usual place on the dinette.  There was evidence of a mouse on the floor.

We set off at 1120, and Hugo appeared in the stern soon after, just as we were passing under bridge 21. Then Hazel came up to join James, and Hugo went down inside.

When we had gone another half mile, near the Poachers Pocket, Hazel went inside for something, and returned saying she couldn’t see Hugo anywhere.  James went for a search and also couldn’t find him.  We thought he had probably found a new place to hide and would appear later.

Two miles further on, by New Marton Locks, we stopped for water. While the tank was filling, we searched the boat.  Inside the airing cupboard, under the bed, in the wardrobe, behind James’ laptop, and everywhere else we could think of.

The front doors were closed but not locked, and we wondered if he had managed to push the doors open and jump off somewhere, but we thought we would have seen him do so.

After another search we decided we would have to go back for him, but there was nowhere to turn.  We had to go on down two locks, and we gave post it notes to people coming up the locks on boats.  We stopped at the Jack Mytton Pub for lunch, where we managed to retrieve James’s key, left here last time. We also tried their Leg Lifter Cloudy Cider – very nice.  Not sure if it’s any better than the Black Dragon we had earlier.  We’ll have to try some of each next time to decide!

After lunch we had to move further down before we could turn, and we also needed to empty three cassettes. We thought we needed to be prepared to be searching for our moggy for a day or two.  The only place we could do this was Maestermyn Marine, so we stopped there and did the necessary. Thankfully we managed to turn there as well, although it is not an official winding hole.

Two boats went past up stream while we turned, and we followed them all the way back past the Jack Mytton pub to the two Marton Locks.  Here there were three other boats waiting, and a strong cross wind was sending boats over the other side of the canal where they had difficulty getting off again. There was a herd of cows in the field and they came running to see what was happening. They must be short of entertainment.  It took us an hour and a half to get through the two locks. 

There were no moorings available at the Poachers Pocket, and from there onwards we were calling his name at every bridge where he might have got off.  At Chirk Bank there was one mooring space, so we decided to go for it.  There were houses on a slight ridge opposite, with gardens on a slope down to the canal.  James was calling out “Hugo” and banging his dish, and one boat length further on we spotted him, sitting by the edge of the canal, miaowing at us.  We swiftly cast off again and took the boat across, and he jumped into the bows!  This was now eight hours later.

We moored up back in the only space, and within a few minutes he was asking to go out again!  A firm “no” was the response.

We think we must have had to pull over to the right to let another boat pass, and we were concentrating on the other boat, and did not see Hugo disappear in the bushes.  When he came up on deck as we set off, we think he wanted to relieve himself. He is not keen on using his litter tray, and he must have gone through to the bows, found the door on the push and jumped off.  The door closed again behind him as we have a slight list, so we didn’t realise he had been able to get out.

Where we found Hugo, on the right. Our mooring on the left

So we had a long anxious day, and he had a long pee break.  He was very hungry when we got him back.

4 locks, 12 miles, 1 mouse, 1 lost cat, 1 found cat, 7hr05. A long day for us.

Monday 4th August

Chirk Bank to Tetchill

After ensuring Hugo was on board, and checking that the front door was closed, we set off for Chirk Aqueduct, where we had to wait for one boat coming the other way. We turned round in the winding hole and came straight back again, after a following boat had also crossed. A glorious sunny day.

Crick aqueduct again

Wheat getting ripe

Encouraging sign

One or two boaters, who we had seen yesterday, asked about our cat and we were able to tell them we had found him.

At Marton Locks there was a queue of four boats.  Some were from Lymm Cruising Club.

We managed to pass the Jack Mytton without stopping to test their ciders again. Just before bridge 4W we hit something under the water that felt like a submerged rock, right in the centre of the channel.

We passed Frankton Junction and stopped for the day just past bridge 63 and had a late lunch sitting under a tree in the shade.  Later we walked up the farm track from the bridge and found Roger and Mirjana in their cottage in Tetchill. They showed us round and we had tea with them, and collected our mail that Maggie had sent.  They came back to the boat with us and we made sure Hugo was kept separate from their dog Biggles.

Biggles having a swim

Hazel used a long extending pole we had bought in Wrexham to mount the TV aerial, and we watched “Die another Day”

Hugo was happy in the hedge and the field beyond.

2 locks, 9 miles, 4hr35


Tuesday 5th August

Tetchill to Ellesmere

The forecast was wet from lunchtime onwards, so we went into Ellesmere fairly early, passing Gospel Belle, moored up for two weeks while Peter and Lin go to Devon.  We also saw Mirjana and Biggles out for the morning walk.

We paused at the facilities block on the way past. Whilst there we booked our passage down the Frankton Locks for Thursday, as Wednesday is forecast wet. We managed to find a mooring a short way down the Ellesmere Arm, where Hugo had some bushes to explore.  He soon caught a mouse. 

The boat behind us was called Pearl, with Brian and Leslie, and we had met them last year on the Avon, and also in 2009 on the Lancaster Canal. They were one of the boats on the notorious crossing of the Ribble, when we got stuck and had to call out the RNLI.  Pearl is also part of the 20-strong flotilla from Lymm Cruising Club.

We went for a circular walk to see the Mere, passing through a nature reserve wood on the way.  We returned through the town, nosing around charity shops and antique shops as we went.  Lamb mince and eggs from the butcher, cheese from the delicatessen, and everything else from the new Tesco.

Back on board for bara brith, ginger cake and zzzzzzzz.

Tomorrow’s rain came early, and the forecast for tomorrow is now fine, so we plan to change our booking for the Montgomery Canal to tomorrow if we can.

0 locks, 2 miles, 1 mouse, 0hr55

Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Trevor to Llangollen



Friday 25th July

Trevor Basin

We kept the BBQ out and had a cooked breakfast together.  A chap called John joined us. He has a house but prefers to sleep outdoors.

We all took a bus to Wrexham. Sadly English bus passes are of no use in Wales.  We wandered round the shops, stopped for in Costas for a cold drink, bought a TV aerial in Maplins. Hazel visited the markets for shoes, while James went to the cathedral, only to find it was Victorian and catholic. Then to St Giles Church, which is the old church in the town, where he found the Welsh National Youth Choir having a practice, singing an item by William Matthias: “Ceremony after a fire raid”, based on a poem by Dylan Thomas inspired by WWII. A very dramatic piece with amazing percussion by Simone Rebello. A powerful experience.

Another cold drink, this time in Nero’s, before catching a bus back.

A meal together on the grassy bank, this time Pizza and some excellent haggis prepared by Peter to mark the Commonwealth Games in Glasgow.

No boating today


Saturday 26th July

Trevor basin

A “Make and mend day”.  Hazel and Peter put up the TV Aerial, and Henry ground off our padlock tabs on the back doors and hatch, as they don’t coincide so can’t be used for a padlock, and they stick out so we could catch ourselves on them as we go down the steps.  James put some primer / undercoat on.

Padlock tab on the hatch

Padlock tab on the door

Henry at work

grinding

While washing the boat, James found a dead mouse in our watering can. We somehow think Hugo was responsible.

Kiska II came into the basin so we were able to talk to the new owners, who keep the boat at Chester. They are the fifth owners, and are very much enjoying the boat. It was good to see them. They didn’t know it had been used in “Last of the Summer Wine”.


Our old boat

Again we had lots of conversations with people passing.

There was a very sudden downpour in the afternoon, with a resulting rush to get chairs in and drying paint under cover.

Heavy rain at Trevor

Later we all got together again outside for lasagne and tiramisu.

No boating.  1 mouse.


Sunday 27th July

Trevor to Sun Trevor

We decided to have a communion service on board Gospel Belle, instead of trying to find a church.  It was a special time.

We said our farewells afterwards. Peter and Lin were heading for Ellesmere, and Henry and Lin were going to leave their boat at Crick while they went off to run a camp for kids with Urban Saints.

We set off towards Llangollen. Very soon we found a shallow section where two boats could not pass. Two hire boats, a trip boat and ourselves got in a bit of a pickle. The scenery was lovely.

Beautiful Llangollen

There seemed to be very few places to moor along this section, and we ended up using rings near the Sun Trevor pub.  They were serving food all day, so we went for a late lunch.  It was very poor.  The smoked mackerel starter was very dry and unappetising, and the chicken roast was very unimaginative, with bland vegetables.  To add to this the best cider they could offer was bottled Bulmers, and there was a busy road just across the canal from the boat.

We won’t stop there on the way back.

0 locks, 2 miles, 1 mouse

Monday 28th July

Sun Trevor to Llangollen

Just after the mooring is the first of the narrow sections. James went ahead, and a boat coming down needed to stop in the only passing place.  Going upstream was slow against the flow. 

We noticed some good moorings between bridge 43 and 44, before the second narrow section began, taking us into Llangollen.  James walked ahead, and held up a boat that wanted to come down.

We paused at the facilities and emptied 3 cassettes, before moving into the mooring basin, which is new to us, being built in 2005.

We moored bows on to begin with, so that we could fill up the water tank.  Then we reversed into another berth so that we could plug into the electricity. All the Llangollen visitor moorings have power and water, including the towpath moorings. This saves a lot of engine running, and avoids queues at the water point. The charge was £6 per night.

We went to investigate the shops, and had lunch in a cafĂ©. We bought some Bara Brith (Welsh fruit loaf) and some Welsh cheeses.  We also found a bottle of Shiraz for £3.99 from Nisa, which turned out not very good.  We won’t buy that again.

That evening the mooring basin was completely full – all 33 spaces taken.

Llangollen basin full

We turned on the immersion heater and discovered later that it hadn’t worked – the water was still cold.  We put on the central heating instead which does.

There were three children and two dogs on one side, and one dog on the other, and another three boats away.  Hugo went off earlier into the bushes, and it was a long time before he came back!

0 locks, 2 miles, 1hr35


Tuesday 29th July

In Llangollen

A Boat horse in Llangollen

Hazel washed some clothes, while James went for a walk.  He went up the footpath to Valle Crucis Abbey, but didn’t visit because there were many steps to go down.

Valle Crucis Abbey

He met a man coming up the steps who was going his way, so they walked together for two miles. His name was Steve and he came from Buxton where he was a dry stone waller, and a fell runner. His border collie, Ellie, wanted to play with sticks all the time, except when she wanted to chase sheep. He kept her on a lead a lot of the time.  They parted company at the foot of Castel Dinas Bran. Steve wanted to do more, but James wanted to return to Llangollen.

Steve and Ellie

Castell Dinas Bran

Back at the boat we caught up with a few things, including screwing brackets under the loose step to hold it in place.

We then walked back into town to go to the Corn Mill restaurant, which we had spotted earlier.  We had an excellent meal there, with good food and good service. Sadly they had run out of Rosie’s Pig cider, so James had to make do with Aspall’s.

No boating today


Ellesmere to Trevor


Wednesday 23rd July

Ellesmere to Hindford

We set off from Ellesmere just as a hire boat was looking for somewhere to moor.  Turning round there is tricky, as the basin isn’t square – the widest point is at the very end. The hire boat did it first, with quite a few changes of gear. We went next, but were helped by the bow thruster. They call it the girlie button in Birmingham.

Leaving Ellesmere

The first stop was the facilities area, where there was no queue. However, very soon there were other boats waiting.

James phoned Paul Dicken to make arrangements for tomorrow.  The Poachers Pocket at Gledhill seems a good starting point, with lunch there, followed by a trip over Chirk Aqueduct and through Chirk Tunnel before turning round and heading back to the pub again.

We passed Tetchill where there are a few moored boats. This is the stop off place for Roger and Mirjana.

Several mooring places along here with 48H rings, courtesy of the Shropshire Union Canal Society.  Every canal ought to have a canal society like this to enhance the boating experience.

We passed the turning to Frankton Locks and the Montgomery Canal. We’ll do it on the way back.

Frankton Junction

It was very hot, and we stopped for lunch between Bridges 3 and 4, as the towpath was south of the canal, which means that it is easier to find shade, which we did.

A little further along we spotted a familiar looking boat, called Kiska II.  It was our first boat, then called Lystra.  The owners weren’t around.

At Maestermyn Marine we stopped to buy some long screws to fix one of our back steps which has come unglued. We also saw a life ring which we bought.

We stopped for the day at Hindford to visit the Jack Mytton Pub for a drink, as it was so hot. They were just about to close. They had Black Dragon Welsh cider, which was good. They also had another which James said he would go back for in the evening.  In the end, we had showers on the boat and never went back to the pub.

We briefly saw the people on Stepaside (BCF – Sue Barnett), and then we had a chat with the people on Plan B – Malcolm and Lindsey

Then Barley Twist (Terry and Chris) came past, followed by Mick and Suzanne on Cranley, both from Byfleet Boat Club.  It was good to have a brief chat with them.

Mick and Suzanne

0 locks, 6 miles, 3hr35


Thursday 24th July

Hindford to Trevor

Two boats left before us, heading our way.  We followed slowly behind, as the first item on the agenda was the pair of locks at New Marton – very rural.  Another boat was coming down, so the first lock was set for us.

New Marton Locks

It was not long before we had arrived at the Poachers Pocket, our rendezvous with the Dickens.  Then we had a phone call from Christine Dicken, saying they had too much to do before their trip to Yorkshire at the weekend. Could we postpone the trip? No problem. We’re flexible.

We decided to move on. We pulled out, following Sam Hardy, and were soon at Chirk Aqueduct, which is dramatic, with a railway viaduct on the left, and views down the valley to the right.

Chirk Aqueduct

 The view through the railway viaduct

The aqueduct leads directly into Chirk Tunnel, and there is a waiting area with bollards, as both the tunnel and the aqueduct are only one boat width. Amazingly, the First Mate Guide suggests mooring here to go to the shops. Anyone doing that would not be very popular with boaters trying to negotiate their passage.

Chirk Aqueduct and tunnel

As we arrived at the far end of the aqueduct, there was a boat waiting to cross the other way, and Sam Hardy waiting to enter the tunnel, as a boat was coming through the other way.  The boat in the tunnel turned out to be a hire boat travelling very fast. He shot out of the tunnel, and did a tight zig zag to line up with the aqueduct, where we were just emerging. We had nowhere else to go, and his passengers in the bows put their hands over their eyes, waiting for the bump. Thankfully our bow thruster moved us out of the way just in time as he shot into the aqueduct, taking no notice of the other boat who had been waiting for ten minutes.  We told him he had lost his water skier.

We entered the tunnel and found it very slow going, as the flow was against us. After the tunnel came a cutting with gloomy moorings, then Chirk Marina, followed by
Whitehouse Tunnel.

Whitehouse Tunnel

At Froncysyllte we had to operate Fron Lift Bridge which was quite heavy work. Then round the corner to the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct.  We spotted Peter and Lin walking towards us so there were lots of photos, videos, hugs, and changes at the helm.  The aqueduct seemed higher than last time – perhaps because it was clear and sunny, instead of misty and wet last time (2004). It was exhilarating to go across on the boat with nothing between us and the sheer drop to the left. This aqueduct is iron, unlike Chirk which is made of stone.

Pontcysyllte Aqueduct

It’s a long way down

We were still following Sam Hardy, and instead of turning left towards Llangollen, he went straight on to the moorings beyond Anglo Welsh at Trevor. This is where Gospel Belle and Trinity had been moored, waiting for us.  As Sam Hardy had taken the last space, we moored alongside Gospel Belle. 

A trip boat then decided to turn and banged into the side of Sam Hardy several times in the process,and told him he was moored in a winding hole. There was no notice to say so. Everyone moved up and then someone else moored there.  Over the next few days several boats stopped there, so there really should be a notice.

We had a barbecue later, as there was a very suitable wide grassy bank under trees alongside the mooring. A great time.  Pete and Aud (Sam Hardy) joined us for drinks later.

There were lots of people walking past and we had several conversations.

Barbecue at Trevor

2 locks, 9 miles, 2 tunnels, 2 aqueducts, 1 lift bridge, 1 mouse, 4hr35.

Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Nantwich to Ellesmere


Friday 18th July

Nantwich to Wrenbury

Rain in the night as forecast.  One mouse on the floor where the carpet would have been. Another mouse on the deck at the stern.  No Hugo. No sign of him from 5.30am onwards.  The wish was to leave at 8am and beat the lock queues into the Llangollen.

This idea was soon abandoned as we sat down to await the arrival of our feline.  After calling him several times, and watching the queues for the facilities block lengthen, then shorten and lengthen again, we decided to try a cunning plan.  Guessing that he was somewhere close by in the long grass or hedge, James found a way into the field behind the hedge, armed with a Tesco bag and a boat hook. He systematically walked along the hedge, beating it occasionally, and shaking the bag, which Hugo hates.  He didn’t speak, as he didn’t want Hugo to realise it was him.

It worked!  There was a call from Hazel: “We have a cat!” as he ran onto the stern and down into the cabin.  We think he wasn’t very well, as he hardly had any food for the next two days.

By this time, there was a queue for the sanitary station, so we pressed on towards the Llangollen Canal, where we knew there was another at the top of the first four locks.

We expected a queue at the locks, but there were two boats coming down, and none waiting to go up, so it was easy.  At the top we filled up the water tank from a very slow tap.  To begin with we couldn’t see the rubbish bin anywhere, expecting a large wheelie bin with a red lid.  Eventually we found a huge steel bin like a tractor trailer, in a field through a gate.

Hurleston Locks

There is a flow on the Llangollen Canal, as water is led off the River Dee and diverted into the canal above Llangollen town. It flows all the way back for 46 miles into Hurleston Reservoir, which lies alongside these first four locks. We could see the canal water flowing quite quickly down a channel into the reservoir, just above the top lock.

Water flowing into Hurleston Reservoir

The flow of water caused some interesting challenges at the entrances to some of the locks, as there was a strong side stream from the bypass weirs.

Baddiley Locks with a strong side current

Knowing that rain was forecast for the next day, we pressed on for a few miles and a few locks to Wrenbury, where it seemed as though we took the last available mooring, between the two lift bridges.  A lot of boats, almost fender to fender. On the other side of the hedge was a motor home rally, with lots of camper vans.

 Moored in a line at Wrenbury



It was a very hot evening and we wandered along the towpath to see who was there. A few boats we recognised but no one we knew.  We went to the Dusty Miller for our evening meal and had the most wonderful food and service. Unusual for a top location such as this. The “Dusty hand crafted puff pie” was delicious.  They also had Old Rosie cider on draught.

Last time we were in Wrenbury was in 2000. We were booked in for Soul Survivor, Message 2000 in Manchester.  Our gearbox was giving us problems and we had to have it replaced (for the second time) in Wrenbury. We went to the church on the Sunday morning, and mentioned our plight to one of the ladies there, who turned out to be the vicar’s wife, Debbie. Mark, the vicar was at another of his three churches that morning.  After the service, we were back on the boat, when someone knocked. It was Mark, who had come to pray for us, and to invite us for a meal. Such lovely hospitality.  We met their children aged about four and six.

We mentioned this story to the couple sitting next to us at the Dusty Miller. They were locals, and knew Mark and Debbie, and told us that Mark had had cancer and died two years after our last visit.

We booked a table at the Cotton Arms for Sunday lunch at 1230, before returning to the boat. It was very hot and humid.

Hugo stayed in the hedge

9 locks, 6 miles,


Saturday 19th July

Wrenbury

Thunder and lightening in the night, followed by heavy rain, so we stayed in bed as long as possible. We would have caught up with emails and blogs but there was no signal for internet, phone or TV.  zzzzzzz

The rain eased off by early afternoon, and we wandered up the road to the village and found the shop. We also noticed that the church service times had changed from 10.30am to 9.15am. We returned to the boat via a footpath that led from the churchyard down to the first lift bridge, through the site of the proposed marina, now a field.

The Calor Gas decided to run out, so James changed the bottles over.  The camping gas appeared to be running out also when we had our barbecue before Nantwich, and we had decided to change it at the shop in Wrenbury, as we don’t see suppliers very often.

Later James went for a walk across the lift bridge, over farmland, mostly green fields.  He didn’t have a map, there was no signal for Google maps, and the little yellow footpath arrows seemed to peter out. He ended up in a huge field with no obvious way out except back the same way. He did see some buzzards and a hare standing on its hind legs.

Wrenbury Church Lift Bridge
No boating today


Sunday 20th July

We set an alarm to ensure we got up in time for church, and had croissants for breakfast. We walked up the path to the church, with shopping trolley and camping gas canister in hand.

We had a great welcome at the church, and met Debbie once again.  Their new vicar has only been in post for a few months, and her name is Alison. She spoke with great clarity about Jacob’s ladder. I am sure she will work really well with the people of Wrenbury.

Debbie in St Margaret’s Church in Wrenbury

Mark’s memorial

We went to the shop to buy milk and replace the gas, only to find that our gas bottle was still mostly full, although the valve is faulty. We decided to keep it until it ran out.

As the service was earlier than we had expected, we decided to cancel our table reservation at the Cotton Arms, and move on.  We had the lift bridge to negotiate, and Calor gas to replace at the boatyard.

We reversed in to the boatyard and purchased the Calor gas. James put the canister back in place, and Hazel took the CRT key and went to open the lift bridge. As she stepped off the stern, she missed her footing and ended up in the water! Someone brought a stepladder for her to climb out. She has a badly bruised arm, a twisted ankle and cut knees.

While she was in the shower and changing, James seized an opportunity and took the boat through the bridge when it was open for someone else.

We cruised slowly along through pleasant countryside, noticing that there are lots of good moorings along this stretch, many with rings, supplied by the Shropshire Union Canal Society. We went through Marbury Lock, and then bought some local produce at Quoisley Lock.  A main road runs alongside the canal at this point, and while we were at the lock, a car came off the road and hit a tree with a loud bang and a big cloud of smoke. Another boat was level with him and they asked if he was OK. He said he was, and drove off again!

We went one lock further on, and stopped for the day. We had a good meal in the Willeymoor Lock Tavern, a converted lock cottage. Everywhere you looked in the pub, there were displays of ornamental teapots.

Teapots in Willeymoor Lock Tavern

3 locks, 4 miles, 1 lift bridge, 1 dunking. 2hr35


Monday 21st July

Willeymoor to Whitchurch

A lovely sunny morning, with two kingfishers going up and down.  Also evidence of a mouse on the floor. Hugo seems to be feeling better. It may be that the heat affected him on Friday, as he has so much fur, and it was extremely hot and humid. He is now eating properly again.

The first lock (Povey’s Lock) was empty for us, and in a mile we were at the first of the Grindley Brook locks. This was also in our favour.

Grindley Brook lock 6

As we reached the top of the lock, James checked round the corner, and the next lock was empty. By the time we left the lock two minutes later, the next one was being filled by the crew of a boat coming down. Two children with windlasses, who hadn’t learned to check first.  They also left the windlasses on the spindle, which can be dangerous.  Hey Ho, school holidays are here!

After the three single locks, there is a staircase of three. We had heard horrendous tales of queues of boats waiting half a day to get up or down. We had no such problems – the locks were set for us and there was no-one else waiting.

Grindley Brook staircase locks

Remarkably, we found some people having breakfast in the café, and it turned out to be Stephen and Anne Waters from Byfleet Methodist Church, plus two friends. We had to carry on up the flight of locks, so we moored at the first opportunity and walked back for a chat.

Stephen and Anne Waters

After using all the facilities there, we continued, and found ourselves following a very slow boat for the mile to Whitchurch. There are three lift bridges on this stretch, and a junction into the Whitchurch arm. It was very complicated there, with boats coming out, going in, carrying on, and coming the other way. 

Whitchurch Arm

Another boat coming towards us turned round in a winding hole, and ended up between us and the slow boat. James walked ahead and operated the third lift bridge, as we were the last boat. 

One of the people on the slow boat saw our logos and introduced himself as Miles Harvey, a director of Premier Christian Radio.

We went another half mile and stopped for lunch (and for the day) at a pleasant spot between bridges 35 and 37.

Then around the corner towards us came Mistol, with Rob and Tricia, so they stopped to have lunch with us before moving on again.  It was great to see them once more. We parted company at Great Haywood on 4th July. Since then they have been to Llangollen via Stone and Middlewich, and have also done the Leek and Caldon canals while we have been going up the Shroppie. They do longer days than we do. 

Rob and Tricia on Mistol


Evening meal al fresco, with a wide towpath, and shady trees.

Buzzards in the trees and kingfishers in the bushes.

7 locks, 5 miles, 3 lift bridges, 1 mouse, 2hr40


Tuesday 22nd July

Hot weather forecast, so we emerged early and set off before Hugo had thought of going ashore, hoping to get to Ellesmere before the temperatures rose too high.

There seem to be buzzards everywhere. There were two last night, and today we passed a tree in which there were four. Also very common today were horseflies. James was doing a little slapping dance at the tiller, while Hazel was wielding our black and yellow zapper, which made a loud crack when she was successful.

There were two more lift bridges, which seem to need many turns of the windlass. Perhaps it was the hot weather. Then came the Prees branch, which goes a mile south to Whixall Marina and a nature reserve. This is one of the little bits we have never done. We will tick it off on the way back.

Whixall Moss Roving Bridge


Prees Branch

Just after the junction, we came across Amy Em moored up. Margaret was attending to something on the roof.  There were handy bollards nearby, so we tied up and said hello. Rex was out walking through Whixall Moss with Cassie, their dog. He was soon back, and we had tea on board Gabriel.

Rex and Margaret

More than two hours later, after catching up with the news, we were on our way again. We had discovered that although Gospel Belle and Trinity were somewhere up ahead, Peter and Lin had gone to Devon for a few days, and Henry and Lin had gone to Sussex.

It was so hot that we felt a need for shade, and we found a mooring soon after bridge 51, where we paused for lunch under a spreading oak tree.

A mile later we were passing Cole Mere, and we spotted Kairos moored up, with the side doors open. We pulled alongside, hoping to see Jonathan and his new wife Barbara, who we have never met. However, they had been and gone, and the boat was being looked after by Bill and Julie, who live there in a wooden chalet style bungalow in the woods, overlooking the lake. A stunning location, as the estate agents would say.

We passed the lovely Blake Mere, where there is a huge sign saying you are not allowed to do anything – there is a list. Then the Ellesmere Tunnel which is so short it did not require our tunnel light.

Finally we turned into the Ellesmere Arm and found a mooring, and visited the shops. We managed to obtain a piece of plastic from a sign writing shop, which we could use for the fuel gauge, which keeps coming away as it is only held on with a sticky gasket. We posted a card to Stan and Mary for their Diamond Wedding.  60 years married is quite something. Congratulations you two if you read this.

James chatted to the guy on Sam Hardy, who we have seen several times on our journey, but always in passing. His name is Pete, and he comes from Stafford Boat Club, and he gave me information about RCR.  He knows Joe and Mags Lockwood, and Graham and Brenda Thick.

Pizza on board.  Hugo was chased on board by a German Shepherd, who came right onto the boat and only stopped at the top of the steps down into the galley. The owner said absolutely nothing. It is quite extraordinary that the word “Sorry” is so hard for some people.

Ellesmere

We had text messages from Henry and Peter, sent on Sunday, only just received. They have not gone away yet, so we should see them before they go, probably at Chirk.

11 miles, 2 lift bridges, I tunnel,  4hr20