One aqueduct to another.

0 Locks, 3 Miles. Now moored at Danes Aqueduct.

Well there isn’t much left to investigate around here so we opted to move on before threatened rain and thunder arrived. I think the rain may have arrived early as we were awoken early this morning with heavy rain hammering down on the roof.

After a couple of weeks in the urban/industrial scenery of the Potteries it’s a real joy to be meandering through some very scenic rural back waters. Rolling green hills and dales as far as the eye can see with an occasional railway viaduct thrown in, but even these have a certain charm which doesn’t make them look out of place.

We needed a wide angle lens to get all 21 arches in but it gives you the general idea.

Where we are now moored is similar to our previous mooring with lush green valleys spreading out on both sides and just the sound of the bird’s to keep us company. There has been the occasional boat pass by but in general it is very quiet. Who need’s city life?

Gypsy Rover with the rolling hill's of Cheshire.

While sitting here writing the blog a thunder storm has sneaked up behind us and just rattled the boat with a huge clap of thunder immediately over our heads. The skies have just opened and the rain is making quite a racket on the roof. The weather girl got it right after all.

1659 locks, 3503 miles, 62 Tunnels, 45 swing bridges and 47 lift bridges since Nov 2006