We thought we ‘get weaving’ and venture to the end of the navigation. This was my view in the chamber of Hunts Lock which still had the lovely old cast iron steps up the side next to the new set. As we rose up I was just taking a photo of the Lock Keeper when a large woolly dog came to investigate what was going on!
These big old boats were moored on a wharf which had old fire engines and buses hidden among many other rusty treasures.
As we passed through Vale Royal Lock the lock-keeper told us that if we enter Winsford Flash, we did so at our peril, as it was very shallow in places. Anyway we cruised under the last two bridges, turned without any difficulty at the flash and headed back downstream. The only available mooring spot was next to the Red Lion Inn which was not ideal. Just when I didn’t have my camera at hand, a Wellington flew over us quite low, typical! So we moored there for brunch and a rest on board and continued on down past the Salt-works to moor in an idyllic quiet idylic spot midway between the swing-bridge and Vale Royal Lock