The Bridge Inn

We set off towards Chester without walking the dogs. Before long we left the muddy towpaths behind and Vicky hopped off onto a dry tarmac surface- heaven! Leo and Tiger raced up and down gleefully as we followed Will along the cut.

Whilst the walking improved, the people became more guarded and wary of making eye contact as we drew nearer to the city. We moored beside The Bridge Inn on the outskirts, leaving the locks leading into central Chester for another day. There was a little road noise but a lot of dog poo around. Someone had dumped their pasta dinner on the grass by the canal which we needed to drag Leo away from. We've heard of people putting rat poison in such things and didn't want to risk it.

A small high street with Barbers, a vape shop, Spar, a kebab house and a chippy lay a short distance away so we treated ourselves to a chips for tea. We only stayed the one night as people gathered outside the pub were chatting into the early hours. They weren't being disruptive but Leo could hear them and he made sure we were aware at repeated points through the night.Read more