Dutton Breach.

 

Luckily there was a space for us to moor near the top of the lift, so we stayed overnight. We stopped en-route At Black Prince boatyard, Bartington Wharf to top up our diesel tank for 88p/£1.37p, 60/40 split.  We could hear the little blacksmiths forge hard at work opposite.Then we cruised on along Trent and Mersey Canal past Bridge 11 where these two old numberless licence-less boats reside. We moored up in sight of B12 where the Dutton Breach had occurred. There were wonderful views right across the valley from here as all the large trees had been washed away. We sat out in the sunshine and spent a pleasant afternoon chatting to the other boaters. In the evening we had heavy rain after which the sky cleared to reveal the moon. Early next morning the Heron was stalking along the bank opposite seeking out small fish for breakfast.

The Railway Viaduct over the River Weaver was just visible through the mist down in the valley. This scene gave off an eerie feeling, reminiscent of Lord of the Rings film, we thought!