Lazy Sunday Afternoon
Normally (due to work commitments) we move the boat on a Saturday but things changed at the last minute (as they are wont to do with Mr F's job) and so it would be Sunday instead. This did us a favour as the forecast was for rain on Saturday and fine on Sunday. Not that we are fair weather boaters mind, it's just a lot nicer when the only wet bit is beneath your feet.
Saying goodbye to Burscough behind us
Left turn Clyde, under the bridge to the top lock off the Rufford Branch
Sharing the lock meant extra help and we made short work of the seven locks (and two swing bridges)
The first three locks are close together so I could walk between them and take photos
Help was at hand as CRT staff cutting the grass stopped to help us through the lock
Always helpful and ready for a chat
Using one gate to exit the locks makes it quicker when there's only one crew on land
Mr F needed to pick me up at this lock so Dev squeezed round us (with a little guiding foot)
The first stove lighting of the season kept us warm and full of tea
The sun lost it's warmth behind the clouds in the late afternoon
With one lock and one swing bridge to go before the marina's (and cafe) we were looking forward to our late luncheon
Dev forged ahead to prepare the bottom lock
The hard work done for the day (although it wasn't really hard...or even work )
Just around the corner to the visitor moorings and the brasserie at St Mary's Marina
Such a beautiful tree lined spot as the canal runs alongside Rufford Old Hall
After victuals (and more tea) we were restored and carried on our way down the fairy glen
One more swing bridge and then....
Something we picked up along our way
Finally it slowed us down so much that Mr F volunteered to go down the weed hatch
Leaving Dev at Sparks Bridge we carried on a little way through another swing bridge to turn the boat round so that the pump out would be on the right side
I waited at the bridge to save stopping the boat twice. The farmer was muck spreading.
I wish I'd stayed on the boat!
Reappearing under the bridge to rescue me from the whiff
More noisy geese arriving every day
As we headed to our final mooring place the swans dunked themselves under foraging for food, toasting us to another great day on the water that would be celebrated with a beer..bottoms up!