Winsford pub moorings

The furries favourite uncle was coming to stay on board for a few nights and we'd arranged to meet him at Winsford. We'd given Al the location of the marina car park but decided to moor the preceding night at the CRT pontoon just before the end of navigation, close to the Red Lion pub. It would hopefully be less busy and had good access to a walking trail leading alongside the Weaver. By staying here we didn't need to worry about swans, swan food left on the ground or cars.

Will went and stocked up on food and beers at the nearby ASDA before doing a bit of tidying. Whiskers ended up joining Vicky and the dogs on a walk past a lovely wildflower meadow but got scared by the sight of a big dog and darted into the bushes. The path was pretty busy and Vicky didn't want to call him out to another situation where he'd get scared so she returned with just the dogs. At dusk she went back out and he popped out of the bushes at pretty much the same point he went in, walking by Vicky's side all the way back home.

Traffic noise from the bridge was quite loud into the night and started early in the morning. As we were getting ready to go on another dog walk Vicky looked around and couldn't see Leo. One of us had accidentally left the stern gate open and he'd taken his opportunity to escape. We quickly began calling his name and a woman with a large dog directed us to the Red Lion. Apparently he was inside! We found him getting some fuss in the beer garden but as Vicky retreated with Leo tucked under her arm, a bar attendant called her back to say he'd piddled inside. She returned on the walk of shame with cloth, water and enzymatic spray to deal with the tuppence sized drop on the wooden floor. Apparently Leo had misunderstood that pubs are places where people get p*ssed, not places to p*ss in! 😵‍💫Leia mais