On Saturday we made the short trip to moor outside the Poacher’s Pocket where we spent the weekend, then set off again this morning. When we arrived at the pub there was a strange-looking chap wandering around the carpark…
After a pretty miserable couple of days, with regular rain, this morning dawned clear and bright.
We were off soon after 10, following the canal as it swung left to follow Chirk Bank.
Over there, in the sun on the opposite side of the valley, is Wales.
The valley is crossed on the impressive stone-built Chirk Aqueduct, with the railway viaduct running above and alongside.
The River Ceiriog, down in the valley, marks the border between England and Wales.
We pulled in just before the tunnel so I could make a quick trip up into Chirk…
…then headed into the darkness.
The tunnel is 460 yards long and straight, so you can see right through.
The northern end exits into a gloomy cutting, but it’s often the place to pick up some bounty…
I’ve several rounds on the roof already!
We didn’t go much further, pulling in opposite Chirk Marina.
I spent an hour splitting and stacking our latest haul after we’d had a quick lunch.
Meg is not doing well, she seems to have gone a bit downhill over the last day. Maybe only a temporary hiccup on her slow road to recovery. We hope so.
Locks 0, miles 3¼