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A trip to the big city



 

Here's me and Her on our July trip to Manchester.  I had to make it clear to her that she wasn't welcome on my lookout post.  Of course, any seat is mine.  He's okay with that.  She isn't!

After negotiating the Middlewich Arm and going through the locks at Middlewich (including the notorious Big Lock - see my earlier blog) we headed north along the Trent and Mersey Canal towards the Bridgwater Canal.  

We stopped for lunch at Bramble Cutting and passed the lakes where the heron ignored us.  


Then, we went through a winding dark tunnel to emerge in an idyllic spot where kingfishers flashed past then posed in the trees (sadly no zoom lens so no proof).

















The next day, aften anothe dark crooked tunnel,  we went past a dry dock that looked like a railway awning and then into a big tunnel nearly a mile long.

We were now on the Bridgewater Canal and our next stop was Lymm.   This canal proved to be very attractive with lots of wild flowers along the tow paths and pretty villages and towns.  


In Sale we were joined by Her schoolfriend and young grandchildren who helped with the steering.

Then it was onto Manchester passing interesting architecture and Old Trafford before entering Castlefields where we spent a noisy night.  After the nightclub noise and the sirens came the geese.





There was a lot to see in the city - Piccadilly Circus (good food!), Viaduct National Trust Gardens (dogs not allowed) and a suffragette statue - but I was glad to get back to the boat.  


















































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