Trevor To Ellesmere.....Eventually!

Noooo, It's Unbelievable

Our guests have been taken over two aqueducts, through two tunnels, under one lift bridge and dropped two locks, then the whole process was reversed. The Llangollen has a fair bit of diversity, you cannot deny that.

This lift bridge had "the gongoozler from hell" standing by it.

We passed through and as I got D back aboard he starts running off at the mouth.

Shouldn't you close that bridge?  Mr self imposed bridge controller asks.

Pardon?

I think you will find you have to close that bridge after you pass.

Normally, yes we would, but what about the two boats who are waiting to come through? Or words to that effect.

This did get me chuntering a bit on two points, (chuntering is not something I do any more, but this ice cream munching fool hit the spot).

Point one is what on earth has it got to do with him anyway? 

Point two is just how brain dead and so unaware of what is going on around him was he not to notice two gaily painted narrowboats waiting to pass through the bridge no more than forty feet away on the other side?  Some people! 

After leaving our guests at Trevor we set off to.......... who knows where?

The sun came out on the Chirk aqueduct as we re entered England, this didn't really help us as we were in the mood for pressing on anyway.

We plugged on - far too far - and made Ellesmere in just over six hours.

Now........... Ellesmere was absolutely packed with boats when we arrived, there was only one mooring left, and this was the exact same mooring we had spent our winter confinement on.
No way we both said, lets try the arm.
The arm was a solid line of boats with not a single chance of getting in.

We are now - as you might have guessed - back to where we started. NOoooo.




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





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