entering Audlem |
The day was dry but
overcast so the Captain cast off early to do as many locks as possible before
the weather changed for the worse. As soon as I opened the first lock of the
Adderley flight it started to drizzle. However as it was a hot day the rain was
pleasant and refreshing so we carried on to the bigger Audlem flight.
The rest
of the morning the light rain started and stopped randomly but never became
heavy. We made rapid progess down the first 9 locks of the Audlem flight as the
boats coming up tended to reach our level as our gates opened. This meant half
the work as we could leave our gates open for the up-coming boat and they left
theirs open so we could drive straight in. The Captain and I worked two locks
each all the way down the flight to get a rest on the boat, but the paddles
were smooth and the gates easy to open.
waterside mill |
pubside moorings |
Part way down the
flight Lottie slipped into a field to explore. As she returned she yelped – she
had caught her left front leg on the barbed wire. She licked and licked it as
dogs do, and it looked raw but clean.
We moored at 12.30
between locks 11 and12. Immediately the sun began to shine. By the time we
finished lunch and felt ready to carry on locking the sky had clouded over. I’d
rather that than heavy rain. Again we met boats coming up which halved the work
and gave us other boaters to talk to.
Audlem was empty compared with last time
our visit coincided with the working boat festival. It was lovely to see all
the old boats as we crept through but there was no space to pass other traffic.
However we may catch the start of the gathering on our way back.
This place likes boaters |
We moored for the
evening at the visitor moorings near the secret bunker. Well obviously it’s not
secret now but it was when the government lived in fear of a nuclear strike.
"We spent five hours there," a neighbouring boater remarked. "I thought we'd be out in less than an hour but it was brilliant!"
“We’ve got to decide
which way we are going,” the Captain muttered. “Do we turn for Wales or go
straight up the Shroppie?”
Locking out of Audlem |
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