first lock of the day |
Heading towards Stoke |
At Barlaston the Captain decided
to carry straight on for Stone as he wanted to make the most of the mornings
good weather.
locking beneath the railway bridges |
At Trentham lock there were
eight volunteers working busily, but they put the paddles up for us. Some were
clearing rubbish others scraping the old paint off the lock ready to paint it.
I had to ask a couple of
volunteers to move so I could open the gate, but one helper opened the far side
for me. The volunteers carried on scraping as the boat rose in the lock
showering the Captain with black flakes of dried paint which fluttered down on him like snowflakes.
two locks to go |
After lunch we cruised under the maze of deep road and rail bridges. We had the first spots of rain but we negotiated the deep Stoke locks without getting soaked. Unfortunately the Captain’s shoulder was playing up so I did all the winding and pushing at Trentham lock and four of the Stoke locks.
At the top the weather was fair so we carried on towards Westport Lake as we like the mooring there. Of course as soon as we passed the last mooring spot the rain increased and the wind drove it into our faces.
Soon sleet was lashing down, not the normal spring weather, but it relented and we moored at Westport Lake in the dry. After more showers Lottie took me for a walk round the lake. It was bereft of people but full of ducks, geese and swans nesting. Lottie kept me on the lead due to the nesting birds.
Afterwards
she had dinner then settled down on the sofa for her after dinner nap. As always
it was a peaceful evening at Westport lake.
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