Vale Royal #2

After a rather stressful time at Winsford we tracked down and retrieved Mr Whiskers then headed back to Vale Royal Moorings to unwind and see out the named srorm that was forecast.

It felt good to be somewhere a little familiar and although Floris brought sharp gusts and a huge rain dump, the mooring lines held tight to the rings and the river level didn't rise enough to cause us any problems. Once the extreme weather had passed we took Leo and Tiger along the towpath and Mr Whiskers decided to join us too. Alongside the path are a series of small bogs which turn into larger ponds and eventually a lake surrounded by trees. Some are long dead and their stripped silver white trunks stand in stark contrast to the myriad of greens, oranges and yellows in the lush surrounding foliage. Ducks have flattened reeds on the sloping banks to congregate and preen their feathers while three herons have their various perching spots higher up. We'd often hear buzzards' familiar cries and look up to see them circling. Just what the doctor ordered!Read more