Monday we turned round to head back the way we had come turning at bridge no 133.
We were almost back into Chester when we saw the boat that we had travelled through the tidal locks at Brentford with back in the middle of July, what a small world.
As we travelled through the locks at Chester we seemed to be the only boat on the move, could this be because no one else was stupid enough to move in the pouring rain?! Still no queues at any of the locks and as long as you have your waterproofs on you are fine, Mr B did cheat at one point as he sheltered under a dual carriage way bridge while I got the lock ready.
What a difference a day makes Tuesday was beautiful.
We stopped at Beeston stone lock and drove into Nantwich to stock up on provisions.
The steroids and ear drops have been working their magic and on Wednesday the scruffy mut ( that is a term of affection afforded to George by my brother) was off to be stripped.
Before
Thursday morning we got up really early to move a couple of hours before Rod started work.
Which got us to just outside of Barbridge. I spent another couple of hours sorting out our winter route but we have a plan - yippee!!! I then took George for a really long walk, after which he was knackered, so decided to fall a sleep on the bench on the front of the boat, about 30 mins later he did a Sarah - rolled over and fell off, he is ok.
We set off nice an early this morning and we should be onto the Llangollen by mid morning.
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