Wet dash to Liverpool

30/9/2017


Just outside Wigan is the re-built staithe of Orwell's pier. Wigan is a city of contradictions, energy and apathy, fine buildings and rubbish ones.

On Friday we moored next a fine pub, the Farmer's Arms, and couldn't say no to a good feed,  with a free bottle of merlot. The landscape is flatter, few hedges, wide fields, cropping. Great hay stacks, bales forming 20ft or so towers.

No locks, which given a persistent drizztle suits us fine. Numerous electrically operated swing bridges. The first one of the day delayed some late peak traffic while the system malfunctioned. I had to read the 'how to reset the system' instructions, as the cars banked up. No pressure!

Now moored for lunch, cold wet outside, snug warm inside. Love that central heating!

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