It’s been a day of straightforward boating; up at seven, away at eight and arriving at Harecastle just after half eleven. We had to wait around half an hour, then Sheila took Sanity Again into the tunnel just after twelve. We took around forty minutes to get through, so I had time to eat lunch. At the other end, we stopped to fill the water tank and Sheila ate.
A gentle chug along the summit pound brought us to Westport Lake. We haven't stopped here for ages, not since our OwnerShips days. There’s a good length of mooring on rings, though they are an example of genius spacing, inconvenient for all standard lengths of narrowboat, and it helps to have fenders on cabin rail hooks, as the edge is high, and a bit odd.
It was a lovely day for a stroll round the lake, which has a population of all the usual suspects, birdwise, but we did manage to spot a pair of Pochard. Added to the cormorant at Macclesfield (picture added to yesterday’s blog), we're having a bit of an odd bird trip. Long may it last.
Tomorrow, we go on to the top of Stone, so another early-ish start; we’d like to get to Barlaston in good time, so as to have fresh bread for lunch.
3 comments:
Yes, it's not often you have to step up onto the towpath, is it?
You have to at Roydon on the River Stort. But that is part of the road to the mill and caravan park
That reminds me that I was going to comment myself that it's not unusual on a river navigation, but rare on a canal.
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