It just appeared out of nowhere – through the mist – an apparition, a spectre; stories from long ago came flooding back into the mind; children wailed – “save me, save me” – the ghost ship had appeared.
|Just appeared virtually from nowhere - the mist had enveloped it|
|winding to reclaim it's natural mooring|
|It was so busy in Manchester on Saturday night that these three|
moored above Lock 92 - haven't seen boats there before
|How busy was it - even the geese were looking to take over the |
|Wouldn't be right without a picture from here|
After the junction things were fairly well settled so Diane looked after the boat and I went inside to work.
The miles ticked themselves off; the sun was shining; nothing of any concern at all.
|We have seen so many capable people on day-hire boats - |
sadly this group is not amongst them
Who should be there having just filled with diesel but nb Firefly with Ray and Leonie.
They moved back so that we had access to everything; the guy from the office took care of the boat whilst we chatted; soon the kettle was on; tea had been made and we were at one of the tables really relaxing – just a lazy hour on a Sunday morning – what else is there to be done.
|Just enjoying the weather|
|Time for goodbyes...|
|see you both soon|
Could it get any better – well, yes – Monday turned out to be the type of day that we all want to have when cruising – a little warmer than Sunday and a little less wind.
|glorious sunshine and the trees have discovered that spring|
The chairs were out; the tea was poured – out on the towpath making a traffic hazard for the walkers and cyclists alike – we enjoyed ourselves – Diane and Howard returned form the café bearing ice-creams for themselves – Janet and I declined.
|Two dogs and only one ice cream -|
"give us a bit"
|Busy busy busy - boats everywhere|
Howard continued with his warnings of making sure the insurances were all paid up and that the wills had been written – the big day of attacking the Ribble was fast approaching – Diane was concerned a bit, but all will be fine on the day (I hope!).
Tuesday arrived and we headed off not too early and through the two swing bridges before the Rufford arm, Diane swung the boat around and under the bridge just as a crew from a boat moored at the lock were opening the gates and she was straight in – not almost perfect timing – it was perfect.
After the first lock they pulled over and we carried on down the flight eventually mooring up for lunch just before Lock 7 – our intention was to just have some lunch and Diane would walk Banjo up and check the canal out – our intention was to move a bit further down. It was our intention but with the sun out and feeling just a bit tired from a few days of heavy work we succumbed to the welcome warmth – Diane sitting outside to finish a cushion and catch up her reading of other boaters’ blogs and me to get a bit of work finished as well ( I was the one inside).
|I'm the one in red - working on these heavy gates|
|A beautiful scene for a beautiful day|
|and someone was just taking it easy - Banjo wasn't|
doing much either
|Hands up if you can spot Wally|
|A precious cargo beneath|
Apologies to anyone who may have been expecting a different story based on today's date - you will have to wait.
33 miles, 14 locks, 1 lift bridge and 5 swing bridge
Totals: 1641 Miles, 1283 Locks, 56 Tunnels, 28