So 12 locks down and 14 to go and I have found muscles I had forgotten I had!!!
The bicycle is proving a hit.
We have moored at lock 57 several times in the past but alas the shop and wine bar are no longer.
Always a Stobart moment at Lock 58.
Major job at the last lock .
Moored at Wheelock, body in major meltdown, mission accomplished, 26 locks in 2 days on 2 wheels!!!
Before we leave Wheelock we take on water and give the boat a much needed wash down watched carefully by the locals.
Last of the countryside before we approach "salt country"
Approaching Middlewich and right on cue it begins to rain. Middlewich locks in the rain is becoming a tradition we can well do without. At least this time we had good water levels and didn't have to run water down.
Middlewich had been dedicated to salt extraction since Roman times.
Yes Mr Heron it's us again, moored just before the "Big Lock" and looking forward to a visit from Lucy and Rob.
Arkholme lands her first fish who them promptly escapes to say hello to Ollie who is asleep on his bed and to chase me screaming down the boat!!!
With the Tour-de-France being in "god's country" Trev has suddenly developed a interest in cycling so we will move on tomorrow.
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