Fighting the wind again all the way today - unfotunately coming from starboard; the same side as the strong weir streams. MR approaches nicely and then the back gets shoved round.
Maybe King Canute sat here once.
Moored up at Wrenbury and just time for a spot of DIY before Caxton joined us as she was about 3 back in the continual convoy of boats moving in both directions.
This was meant to be a lunch stop, but we'd had enough of the wind and retired to the excellent village pub, the Cotton Arms, for some lunch and a bag of pork scratchings for the dogs. Village shop has all the essentials including a post office and the new health food shop next door sells eggs from their own, now free range, rescued battery hens.
Pretty village with loads of dog walking.
Met up again with Sadie and Murphy, two flat coated retreivers from NB Delilah who we last met at bridge 86 on the Macclesfield Canal two summers ago.