After spending the Bank Holiday weekend in Ellesmere we came out of the arm, filled with water and and moored again just to the west.
Topping up at the Ellesmere services
We’d intended to be heading eastwards, towards Whitchurch, Hurleston and the Shroppie main line, but once again we’ve having to hang around a little longer.
When we were here 3 or 4 weeks ago I dropped off our wedding rings with the local High Street jeweler. Mag’s had taken off her rings after she bruised her hand badly while falling in Pillings Lock Marina last January. She was able to get her eternity rings back on but the wedding ring was too tight. I, on the other hand (get it?… other hand…), couldn’t get my wedding ring off!
The jeweler chappie cut mine off, then sent both to a specialist to be resized. They were due back last week, but didn’t arrive, and it turns out they’ll not be back till this Friday.
So we headed a little way towards Frankton, turned around and moored around the corner from the services. We’ll go back into the arm on Friday, hoping that the rings arrive, then we’ll head off at some point over the weekend. Fingers crossed…
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