The plan for the next stage of the Ring was for Jan to continue on the Shropshire Union and then northeast to Aqueduct Marina at Church Minshull to meet Pete and join our intrepid friends Jane and Mike of
Romajech for a few days' boating together. This first meant Jan going solo to Barbridge, the junction of the northwest bound Shropshire Union with its northeasterly Middlewich Branch. From Barbridge, Jane would help crew
Blue Adeline the two locks and few miles to Aqueduct Marina.
So, the first obstacle was getting out of the marina. Overwater is known as 'the windy marina' (which marina isn't?) and Tuesday morning was moderately breezy with the wind direction at right angles to the exit. So the strategy was: back off the mooring pontoon, turn smartly into the wind and steer until level with the exit, then do a wide turn aiming slightly to the right of the exit to allow for some drift. A bit nail-biting, but it worked and no scrapes this time.
The excitement required an early cuppa and the perfect spot is on the right between bridges 83 and 84 where the Shropshire Union Canal Society have arranged mooring rings, picnic tables and neatly mown grass, with a lovely view of the countryside. It was hot, so I sat under a tree and enjoyed coffee and an emergency biscuit.
Next were the two locks at Hack Green, site of a former secret nuclear bunker. At the first lock I could see no-one about, so got the boat in and was just about to open the bottom paddles when a lugubrious face appeared over the wall. "You've been ages in that lock, what are you doing?" he said, "I've been waiting below for you to come out". This couldn't possibly have been true, but he was determined to be grumpy (he and the parrot both) and urged me back onto the boat so he could work the lock and "show me how it should be done". Once one bottom gate was open - and he was far from lithe - he lept over the gap between the opened gate and the closed one, rather than walking round the lock.
Cruising through lovely countryside and in wonderful warm sunshine, arrived at Nantwich and tied up for the night on decent municipal moorings just before the aqueduct and walked into town to look round.
Moored in front was a couple with two dogs, a collie and a terrier, and a large brown cat. All animals disembarked together in the morning and settled down on the towpath for a nap. The cat, evidently a boater of many years' experience, regarded other dogs out for morning walks with complete nonchalance. If one investigated a bit too closely, the cat simply puffed itself up and the dog swiftly retreated.
Onwards to Barbridge Junction, again with lovely scenery either side of the canal and passed at Hurleston the entrance to the Llangollen Canal with its imposing lock gates - and met Jane and Mike walking down the towpath to meet me. We said hello over a canalside drink at The Olde Barbridge Inn and then Jane and I took
Blue Adeline the few miles and two locks along the Middlewich Branch to Church Minshull. After buying supplies at Nantwich - by car this time - Pete arrived in time for his birthday supper on
Romajech.