Most boats on the move from the Anderton moorings disappeared down the boat lift and out onto The Weaver. We headed on up, with umpteen calculations on treble tunnel logistics running riot in his brain, Nick was in a mathematical frenzy by the time we arrived at Barnton Tunnel…the disturbingly, untimed and unpredictable tunnel of the three. Thankfully plans held up and we sailed straight through, meaning – with a water coverage target in mind – we were on course for execution of the remaining two. To be fair, I would probably roll up and have to wait forever at each. Someone has to plan.
Skewiff Saltersford Tunnel was next up, another one that Disney couldn’t do better. The top section of The Trent and Mersey was one of our favourites last autumn so it was no surprise to see it beautiful in sunshine.
One of three boats winding through Preston Brook Tunnel, we squinted our way out from the gloom. No matter how hard we tried we couldn’t think of anything needed from Midland Chandlers so things must be good.
Lunch on the go, the Bridgewater opened up and we motored on. Through Moore, Stockton Hill and onto a very busy Lymm where Nick did a quick jump and run to the post box. A few more miles in the sunshine before arriving at Dunham Massey. Moored looking out over Bollington Mill, waiting for the storm. It feels like we’ve never been away.