It was supposed to be wet all day today, but by half-ten the rain seemed to have lost enthusiasm, dwindling then stopping completely. It’s been warmer than of late, too, now that the wind has dropped.
We decided to move along a bit, now we had a window of opportunity. Not too far though.
Leaving our overnight, now it’s dried up.
Still very gloomy, though.
Fine views from the embankment at Hampton Bank.
We stopped for water at Bettisfield Bridge, temporarily back in Wales as there’s a peculiar diversion of the border here, down to Northwood then back up again.
This spur, known as Maelor, was part of the Principality of Chester for a while, then a part of Shropshire, then became an isolated enclave of Flintshire, before being re-attached to Wales in the boundary changes of 1974.
Do we, don’t we? moment at the end of the long straight across Whixall Moss.
We pulled in at the eastern end of the straight, just before the Prees Branch Junction.
Mags has had it easy since New Marton Locks, but tomorrow she’ll have to shake a leg, we’re coming into lift-bridge country… The first one is just around the corner.
Locks 0, miles 3