Looking good, time to go
Just under the bypass bridge there’s the chicane caused by the fleets of hire boats at Whitchurch Marina…
We had four lift bridges to negotiate today, two shortly after we left, Tilstock an hour further on, then Morris part way across the mosses. All required 60-odd turns of the windlass on the hydraulic motor to lift, but slightly fewer to lower.
Moorings and a picnic area near Bridge 37
West of the small settlement of Platt Lane the canal emerges from the rolling landscape around Whitchurch and enters the mosses. This area is the third largest lowland peat bog in the country, originally around 7½ square miles, now down to around 5 due to peat cutting and draining for agricultural use. The canal cuts dead straight through the flat landscape.
Looking back to Morris Lift Bridge
I foraged a couple of birch logs from along the towpath here. I reckon there’s going to be a willow going begging soon…
We pulled over for the night just after Cornhill Bridge, number 47. Still in Wales here, but it was lovely and sunny, slanting in from the left.
After a brew I set to and sliced and diced the logs we’d collected, including the three that have been taking up space for a couple of weeks. I’d better clean the roof now…
Oh, nearly forgot the wildlife.
Resident robin at Tilstock
Unconcerned squirrel foraging amongst the leaf litter
After several minutes of flirting with us, this kingfisher finally decided to sit still!
Locks 0, miles 6¾