One day
As predicted, a wet morning as we prepare to head north towards Middlewich, a centre for salt extraction.
On with the waterproof pants, jacket, souwester, gloves, boots. Not a fashion statement. I take first shift - when I'm saturated, the Cap'n will take over.
A rural landscape, quiet, wet. Fields of harvested hay a brown-gold contrast to the green folds and hills. Flocks of black crows forage on the stubble, rising up to settle again to graze.
As the canal runs through a tree shrouded tunnel, a quick flash of turquoise. a kingfisher. Its trajectory angling along the canal, low to the water, sweeping up again to pause on an overhanging branch. The photo above taken by a friend 2 years ago- on the tiller, and with my rudimentary skills, today's kingfisher was safe.
A heron, another solitary fisher, stands on one leg on the bank. We find that if you cruise past without looking directly at the hunter, it usually holds its position. Another photo from friend JB.
As the rain continues, we chug past farm buildings on a massive scale, large enough to house their herds if necessary.
An old wharf building, from the canal's commercial past, now a renovated home, with a roof line reminiscent of Dutch buildings. Earlier on the River Trent in Yorkshire, we heard of villages in a similar style, dating back to the time of the Dutch engineer Vermuyden, who helped drain the eastern plains of England.
As the evening draws in, and we are moored, fed, the rain gone, I head out to forage for blackberries.
Nothing spectacular happened on this one day. Just a happy, tranquil journey.
On with the waterproof pants, jacket, souwester, gloves, boots. Not a fashion statement. I take first shift - when I'm saturated, the Cap'n will take over.
A rural landscape, quiet, wet. Fields of harvested hay a brown-gold contrast to the green folds and hills. Flocks of black crows forage on the stubble, rising up to settle again to graze.
As the canal runs through a tree shrouded tunnel, a quick flash of turquoise. a kingfisher. Its trajectory angling along the canal, low to the water, sweeping up again to pause on an overhanging branch. The photo above taken by a friend 2 years ago- on the tiller, and with my rudimentary skills, today's kingfisher was safe.A heron, another solitary fisher, stands on one leg on the bank. We find that if you cruise past without looking directly at the hunter, it usually holds its position. Another photo from friend JB.
As the rain continues, we chug past farm buildings on a massive scale, large enough to house their herds if necessary.
An old wharf building, from the canal's commercial past, now a renovated home, with a roof line reminiscent of Dutch buildings. Earlier on the River Trent in Yorkshire, we heard of villages in a similar style, dating back to the time of the Dutch engineer Vermuyden, who helped drain the eastern plains of England.
As the evening draws in, and we are moored, fed, the rain gone, I head out to forage for blackberries.
Nothing spectacular happened on this one day. Just a happy, tranquil journey.
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