The Llangollen Canal.



Break out the bunting, wave those flags and blow those whistles, Orange can manage a bit of mobile broadband.

It has been so long since my last Blog there is no way I can catch up without typing a tome.

Suffice to say we have entered the Llangollen with a roof full of coal and wood, a tank full of diesel and an empty "you know what tank".
So here we go then....... hopefully set up for this part of the winter leading up to and just past Christmas.

Nature is still showing off though, a bit like a frozen firework display here.

Coming through Wenbury this snake of hire boats were non existent when we arrived.

This is the end of their cruising season and the twenty odd boats from their fleet have to be found a home for, the yard is packed as it can only accommodate around ten boats so the rest are moored out in the canal itself for the winter. 

Approaching the Grindley Locks, we were hoping to moor here for the rest of the day and visit the garage and shop that is near to hand.

These anglers are only a few of the many that were in the competition but they are spread out all along the boat moorings - those black posts determine them - this is now the norm apparently, first come first served.

That's fair enough by me..... if, and this is a big if, you have somewhere else to go.
In this case the only options are three locks and a staircase to go through..... or a major row. 
We went for the locks........we would probably have been in the wrong for trying to moor there in the first place had push come to shove.

Now this sign is the business, straight to the point with no messing around.
It even gives you a time scale making your educated decision as to how long you have to live before you can buy more alcohol much easier.


Five hours?........FIVE HOURS?.....Shoot me now!



Until next time.................................









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