Kings Lock, Middlewich

Two locks close together, then another three farther apart took us into Middlewich. On the way we passed the British Salt plant and saw thousands of tonnes of salt piled high behind their warehouse.

The canal widened out and began running parallel to a busy road. We carried on hoping we might find somewhere to moor away from the noise and danger but there was nowhere before the next lock, which Vicky was too hot and tired to manage. We slotted into a space between other boats and kept a very close eye on the dogs when walking them so they didn't stray towards the cars. The cat flap remained closed, much to Mr Whiskers' annoyance. Vicky gave him a walk on his harness and lead when things had quietened down in the evening but he didn't like the sound of cars roaring by. We only stayed the one night as he really is happier when he can come and go.Read more