which means you just back off even more and chill out. There were five locks to do and you can only do them as single boats so why rush anything!
Peacefully perfect
There was a steady amount of oncoming traffic at each lock which is a good thing. Even if the lock isn't set for you the other boat always provides another pair of helping hands.
At this lock, Fergie the Labrador ignored his owner's entreaties and headed my way. What can I say? Dogs have an innate sense of trust and friendship when they meet me. It's as if they sense that I'm a dog lover. No amount of shouted orders will stop them coming over for a bit of a stroke....
What's this? I bend down with a knowing smile on my face ready to ruffle him behind the ears and what does he do? Runs straight past me as I hold the rope, hops on board and heads straight into the cabin.
I deduced that he was called Fergie because his red faced owner stood on our rear deck and yelled it about a dozen times before said dog reemerged, thankfully empty pawed.
"Sorry, he's looking for biscuits", I was informed. Thank God he's not into red wine was my unspoken thought.
Locks done, we stopped off for diesel at Swanley Marina then pulled over in a perfect spot to spend the night. Perfect, that is, until a farmer appeared and started spraying raw slurry onto one of his fields. Seriously, I've never smelled anything like it in my life! Elaine didn't like it either but at least she had a laugh at me. I couldn't stop retching and heaving as we quickly made our escape to a sweet smelling spot a little further on.
So it's down the last four locks and a right turn at the T junction towards Nantwich. Big shop, about turn, and we finally start to head back. We've been away for twelve weeks and it will be good to return (but we'll have to see how long that lasts!).
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