Dunham Massey feels a long way away tonight. Judging by rain radar we were one of the few places to get a wet morning, torrential rain did nothing to improve Sale and Stretford. Waters Meeting came and went, soon afterwards we tied up at The Trafford Centre. A trip round Asda resulted in enough food for a whole week – wahey! So we head up into the Pennines fully stocked.
The sun came out making a steamy trip across Barton swing aqueduct, far far below, the Manchester Ship Canal looked calm and almost appealing. Black and white Worsley was bustling with people, we pulled up at the best kept secret waterpoint and topped what must have been a fairly empty tank. On and out we headed for Leigh…and kept on going…until we were out the other side.
Some crazy BW key wielding maniac kindly offered to operate the dreaded Plank Lane lift bridge for us, a process that has us car counting whilst grinding our teeth didn’t seem to faze him at all. He actually enjoyed it. Happy days. Would love to meet the bridge angel on the swing/lift barricade into Liverpool.
Moored just on from Dover Lock Inn tonight, all quiet other than a couple of stone launching locals trying their best to kill a duck – Rufus has been useful for once in his life and is very happy with his gravy bone deal.
Dust that book off Uncle John!