Victoria Pit

Here we are, back from Switzerland,  reunited with Santiago.  

Sad to leave our Swiss friends, such a bittersweet time with one of them very ill.  Nearly 2 weeks there, mountains, lakes, a mad fun folk club evening, trains through and round mountains, one to Italy for a day. And time to reminisce  50 years of friendship.  

Santiago rocks gently on her mooring, resplendent in her repaint, needing a good clean inside. And so for decision time - which agent to select to sell her for us, what route to take for a last trip. What to throw out, donate, keep. Amazing how much can be stuffed into a small boat.

Today a 40min bus trip along the flanks of the Pennines, Pott Shrigley, Bollington  to Macclesfield,  where my mother was born, worked,  married, and from where she left with our little family to Oz. An old mill town, bordering the canal, so familiar to us.

Back with our shopping 🛍 along the same winding bus route. Another passenger pointed out the boundary with Lyme Hall, from which deer spread into the fields and woods.  The dry stone walls wander over the land, old farms tucked into the folds of the hills.