Lymm To Moore.




Gloves?.... Winter coats?..... What madness is this?





Slipping quietly away from Lymm this morning into the teeth of a howling wind, it was not too long before the rain started.
The rain got steadily stronger and stronger until it culminated with us sheltering under a bridge along with a day hire boat whose crew looked like they were seriously in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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We both had our winter coats on today and you could clearly see our breath pluming as we plodded forth (I also had my gloves on, for which I am now a fully dyed in the wool wuss).

Things did improve greatly as time went by though, making our Peter Pan "flying through the rooftops" bit quite pleasurable.

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Making a quick stop at the "Village"...? of Stockton Heath for supplies, (four supermarkets and more shops than you can shake a stick at make this quite some village), we had to walk over the Manchester Ship Canal get to Morrisons.

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A long way down there somewhere is where we crossed over with Ubique on Tuesday.

Moving on again and there were plenty of delights to keep the eyes amused, this part of the Bridgewater is very rural, absolutely lock free and well worth the trip.







Modern sculptures, in only the finest pre-stressed concrete, along with an attached encampment of narrowboats could do nothing to destroy the enjoyment of the rest of this canal.
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We have a lovely mooring alongside a field of golden wheat this afternoon, our lovely golden cat has vanished into it and blended in perfectly.
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What else could she do?
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Until next time.......................
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