7.25 miles, 0 locks
We woke to a
much nicer morning – lots of puddles left from yesterday, but some blue sky and
even a bit of sun.
I popped
back to the store for the paper and as I was fiddling about trying to tie Monty
to the dog mooring ring, a lady said, ‘no need to do that – dogs are welcome in
the store’. A result as far as Monty was
concerned.
Monty and I
walked for a while with Chris following
As we sailed along, much to
our surprise, as a boat (nb Bella Luna) passed us the helmsman said ‘Read your
blog – love it, keep it coming’. It is
always nice and something of a surprise that it gets wider readership than one
might expect, so thank you for your lovely comments.
I nearly
missed this as it was a bit of a surprise and we are not sure what it is doing
there – it looks as though some sort of drainage is going on around it.
On we
travelled through Stockton Heath – I was at the helm, so no photos as I find
steering and using the camera a little tricky.
Under the M6
And there
are some lovely bungalows just past that bridge, but as lovely as they are I
would not give you a thank you for the incessant road noise
Just past one
of the bridges we came upon a crane which is a feature of this canal – they are
there to move stop planks into place in case of a breach. The most famous breach was at Dunham Massey in 1971 which closed the canal for 2 years.
We arrived
in Lymm about 11:30 and decided to stop to pop to the shops. We liked the place so much we spent quite a
time wandering about and decided to stay for the night! I took this as we left to go into town - we are tucked in at the end with the bow on a ring and the stern on a pin.
And this
from the other side of the canal
By the time
we got back we had the moorings to ourselves, so moved along a bit so we were
on rings bow and stern. I don’t suppose
we will be alone for long.
We have this as our side hatch view - it will do nicely for today
On the left
as you approach the bridge is this immaculate house which I now know (thank you
Pip nb Oleana) belongs to Matthew Corbett.
I gather he owns a narrow boat as well, so maybe he is out on the cut
somewhere?
Turn right across
the bridge to meet the town which if you keep on going brings you to some
wonderful buildings at the top end
There is
also a stream on one side of the road
And a pond
on the other
We made two very naughty purchases from the latter –
a chocolate éclair (Chris) and a cream slice (me) for dessert tonight. Tucked away we found a hospice shop selling books, CDs and
DVDs where we parted with some money and then it was into the hardware shop
for a new mallet (we have always meant to get a spare just in case we lost the
only one we own) and a ball of string which is something we have found increasingly
hard to find these days.
There is also a heritage centre (closed), but from the window we learnt that Lymm owes some of its historical success to the fustion trade. Fustion is a variety of heavy cloth woven from cotton, chiefly prepared for menswear and we believe also used for prison clothing.
Back down the street to the Market Cross where there is the remains of the village stocks (note the duck – not the most common sight on most high streets!)
There is also a heritage centre (closed), but from the window we learnt that Lymm owes some of its historical success to the fustion trade. Fustion is a variety of heavy cloth woven from cotton, chiefly prepared for menswear and we believe also used for prison clothing.
Back down the street to the Market Cross where there is the remains of the village stocks (note the duck – not the most common sight on most high streets!)
and I popped in to the well provisioned Sainsburys local for a couple of bits. On the wall of the store is this rather wonderful tribute
Just as we
were making our way back to the boat the heavens opened – we were right outside
a pub, so what else could we do but go in and have lunch! Another good reason for not going any further
today.
1 comment:
That’s brought back a memory of just about the only line I remember from Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, a description of the Knight in the prologue:
“Of fustian he wered a gipoun
Al bismothered with his habergeon”
Meaning that he wore a tunic made from fustian, which was stained by marks from his chain mail!
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