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- Day 839
- Thursday, August 14, 2025 at 2:43 PM
- ☁️ 24 °C
- Altitude: 9 m
EnglandNorthwich53°15’33” N 2°30’58” W
Northwich Piña Colada Festival 🍍

Now that we've traveled as far up the River Weaver as possible we are going to take a blogging break. We'll be pootling back and forth up and down the river over the next month and will only post if there is something particularly interesting. Which brings us on to Northwich's Piña Colada Festival!
In 2021 it came to light that Rupert Holmes, the person who wrote and sung 'Escape (the Piña Colada song)' was born in Northwich. Ever since then the town has been celebrating this claim to fame with a summer festival. We knew that Northwich was a vibrant town that put a lot of effort into attracting people and trade to its streets. This was the best example of these efforts.
The fun began at midday and ran until 6pm. The place was packed with people wearing Hawaiian shirts, tropical print dresses and flower leis of different colours. It seemed that every high street business had done something special. Shop fronts, pubs and cafés were decorated with pineapples, flowers and bunting. Outdoor tables served freshly made piña coladas; each with it's own twist. One place even served them up in hollowed out pineapples!
The cocktails were expensive but there were a whole load of free activities. Live music blasted from stages at both ends of town and/simple fairground stalls including 'hook a flamingo' and a coconut shy were popular with the kids. Several tonnes of sand donated by a local construction firm was laid out as an urban beach. This kept the little ones happy as their parents put their feet up and watched on from deckchairs. A community of knitters and crocheters had been exceptionally busy; handmade pineapples and flowers decorated post boxes, bollards and railings, lending a Hawaiian feel to Northwich (albeit a woolly one!)
Piña Coladas are normally too sweet for Will but he immersed himself in the spirit of the celebration and sampled a few, while Vicky enjoyed a virgin version. There was such a good feel to the day; everyone seemed happy and up for some fun. Later on Will caught the final parade of drummers, dancers in rainbow tutus and human butterflies. It was a day we'll remember with a smile on our faces!
The pontoon moorings outside the Odeon were full but we moored a little way upriver alongside a stretch of grass, separated from a private residents' area by railings and a concrete wall. It was so much better for the furries than the pontoon and we spent the afternoons outside in the shade of the wall. We knew Heidi the Pirate (a YouTube vlogger we've followed for years) was on the Weaver so we were happy but not surprised when she moored along from us with her little French Bulldog rescue Bonnie. In keeping with her pirate persona Heidi likes a nip of rum so she couldn't possibly have passed up a visit to a festival all about a rum based cocktail! Her followers often gift interesting bottles of rum to her, which she features on her videos. Will had picked up some alcohol free Captain Morgan rum, which she jokingly told him he could keep! It's always a pleasure when you meet someone you enjoy watching and they are just the same genuine person as they present online. Leo and Tiger enjoyed playing a little with Bonnie, who Heidi is trying to socialise. She has recently bought a 'new to her' boat that she's renamed 'The Jolly Roger' and had a great painting of her 'first mate' Bonnie done on the side.Read more
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- Day 832
- Thursday, August 7, 2025 at 3:57 PM
- ⛅ 21 °C
- Altitude: 8 m
EnglandWinsford53°13’25” N 2°31’58” W
A visit from Al and the Manderscheids

Vicky's wonderful brother Alastair had finally secured a fortnight's holiday from his lorry driving job and was coming to visit us for a couple of days! We love Al's company and so do the furries. Vicky had gone a bit mad on Ebay and Al's boot was stuffed with her purchases. We met at Winsford Marina whose car park was free and close enough to cart the packages from car to boat after a sudden torrential rainstorm had passed.
Following a cuppa and catch up, Will took Al on a mini pub crawl while Vicky rested. The boys brought a Chinese takeaway back which we ate before cruising to the quiet moorings at Vale Royal. The cats were a lot happier to come and go here and we didn't need to worry about the Leo annoying the swans or stealing their food.
Over the two nights spent here Al had time to unwind and make a big fuss of Abby and Whiskers. He misses having cats and being favourite uncle to our two is the next best thing. Abby certainly perked up with his presence and he even got her to play with a wand toy!
On Saturday we returned to Winsford and Al drove us to get a couple of large bags of cat litter to save us the trouble of lugging them back on foot. He helped Vicky choose a few toys to enliven Abby and a pizzle stick for Leo who had come along for the ride.
As if Al's visit hadn't been enough of a treat, our niece, nephew, great niece, nephew and partner had arranged to have lunch with us on their way between the first and second part of their holiday! Rainboat was too small and Winsford didn't have anywhere to eat so the eight of us met at the Kingfisher pub five minutes' drive away. Since moving on to the boat we haven't seen as much of them as when we lived in the van. We really appreciated the chance for us both to catch up with them m.
After desert we nipped back to Rainboat hoping Mr Whiskers would be around for Kaiya and Sophie to say hi to. Unfortunately his tracker was out of range but Abby, Leo and Tiger Lilly got extra love in his place. All too soon it was time for Vicky, Dave, Kaiya, Peter and Sophie to leave for the second part of their holiday so we said our goodbyes.
Vicky and Al found Whiskers relaxing beneath some thick bushes and walked him back to Rainboat. They then packed the last of Vicky's luggage into the car and began the long trip back up north while Will set off for Vale Royal moorings once again.
What a wonderful time catching up with family. Thank you everyone for visiting us!Read more

Vicky 'n' Will's TravelsIt is isn't it? He spends a lot of time outside in this fine weather but comes inside every so often for cuddles.
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- Day 831
- Wednesday, August 6, 2025 at 4:19 PM
- ☁️ 22 °C
- Altitude: 11 m
EnglandWinsford53°11’20” N 2°31’6” W
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! 😵💫Read more
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- Day 828
- Sunday, August 3, 2025 at 4:01 PM
- ☁️ 21 °C
- Altitude: 8 m
EnglandWinsford53°13’25” N 2°31’58” W
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
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- Day 827
- Saturday, August 2, 2025 at 11:35 AM
- ⛅ 18 °C
- Altitude: 11 m
EnglandWinsford53°11’20” N 2°31’6” W
Winsford Marina, the end of navigation

The River Weaver is only navigable for 20 miles and today we reached its upper limit. A sign at Wharton Road Bridge (which also happened to be our 14th Silver Propeller Site) announced we were passing beyond CRT jurisdiction. Fifty metres later we turned and backed into Winsford Marina; empty of other boats but full of swans. Mooring was a little difficult as the sides were silted up in places but we settled ourselves in to a spot by a handy tap. Wooden decking encircled the water. Weeds poked through and it had holes where the weathered boards had cracked but it was a nice touch. Metal railings with a gate on each side bordered this, separating us from other visitors who came to feed the swans. A cut grass green edged by trees lay between us and the river channel and benches were used by locals as meeting points or just places to sit and read a book. A lot of thought and money had gone into creating the whole area and it was still very popular despite falling into slight disrepair.
In the late afternoon we took the dogs for a stroll. Vicky wasn't feeling great so was grateful the paths were suitable for her chair. Part way through the walk she began to get chest pains and breathing difficulties. She's had these before but they usually stop after a while. These were more painful and didn't stop so when we got back to Rainboat Will called 111. They asked a long list of questions then sent an ambulance. The ambulance crew tested Vicky's blood pressure and pulse which was above 100bpm, then did an ECG. This was normal but they decided to take her to Leighton Hospital A&E to get checked out. Being a Saturday evening we were stuck there for the next 15.5 hours, only returning to Rainboat at 08:30 the following morning. Poor Leo had barked himself hoarse and Whiskers was desperate for a pee. The hospital ruled out everything obvious but the doctor looked blank when ME was mentioned. Reading up on the internet afterwards it isn't uncommon for these episodes to occur with people who have ME. At least the staff brought free tea, coffee, juice biscuits and cakes around a few times throughout the night!
We slept through the morning then decided to return to Vale Royal moorings to relax and recover properly.Read more
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- Day 824
- Wednesday, July 30, 2025
- ☁️ 19 °C
- Altitude: 35 m
EnglandWinsford53°13’25” N 2°31’54” W
Vale Royal Visitor Moorings

From busy urban Northwich, the furries were desperate for some time out in the country. We found the perfect moorings just beyond Vale Royal locks. A long stretch of grass and gravel towpath backed by wetland and native woods meant the dogs could trot up and down to their hearts' content and Whiskers could stalk amongst the foliage all he wanted.
Runners, cyclists and a few walkers passed by but it was far enough away from civilisation not to be busy. A bench was situated right outside, which Whiskers used to charm a captive audience. Will swam, canoed and fished and Vicky relaxed and took short walks with Leo, Tiger and Whiskers. It was blissful.Read more
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- Day 822
- Monday, July 28, 2025 at 5:13 PM
- ⛅ 20 °C
- Altitude: 37 m
EnglandNorthwich53°15’50” N 2°30’43” W
Northwich

It was a short distance between Anderton and Northwich but we had to go through Hunts Lock which was being surveyed with a sonar scanner mounted on a little boat in preparation for repairs. It wasn't a long delay and interesting to see.
The gated access pontoon moorings were adjacent to the Odeon, BEAR restaurant and a few bars. It was an excellent spot for access to the town centre but poor for furry facilities. Leo poddled up and down the pontoon but there was nowhere nearby suitable for walking him and Tiger Lilly. Abby is mostly boat bound but Whiskers found it very frustrating not being able to roam and didn't feel comfortable toileting on the pontoon.
We treated ourselves to lunch at BEAR and Vicky had a delicious lemon and pistachio cake for desert. She'd visited BEAR in Stone with her stepmum as a birthday treat and was keen to go again as there were lots of plant based options.
On the first day found a little wood on the other side of the river to walk the dogs and the following day we carted them to the other side of town to a walk along a tributary. It was a long way to go for a relatively short time off lead but the atmosphere was good, with other dogs and families with young children enjoying the good weather.
Northwich has made a real effort with street decoration and we really warmed to it. The highstreet was busy for a weekday and we enjoyed a round of charity shopping. The Weaver is still essentially locked down with no access to the Shropshire Union Canal or the Trent and Mersey so we knew we'd be back before long.Read more
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- Day 819
- Friday, July 25, 2025
- ☁️ 25 °C
- Altitude: 3 m
EnglandAnderton53°16’21” N 2°31’37” W
Anderton Boat Lift

Anderton Boat Lift is one of the Seven Wonders of the Waterways. Known as the Cathedral of the Canals it is one of only two working boat lifts in the UK, although it is temporarily out of action while the river gates are fixed. We'd been looking forward to exploring it ever since we began our life afloat and had hoped to take a trip on it with our sister and brother in law Sue and John.
Built in 1875 to transport boats carrying salt, pottery, coal and other goods between the Trent and Mersey Canal and the River Weaver 50 feet below, the lift is now 150 years old and a weekend festival was being held to celebrate this significant anniversary. A Victorian theme had been chosen, linking in to the time period when the lift had first begun operation.
We moored at the visitor pontoon on Friday and Will set out to explore. Exhibitions and information stands were being set up ready for the next day and a BBQ and drinks tent had been layed on for the workers, volunteers, performers and CRT executives that seemed to be having a pre-festival gathering.
Will was concerned about the 1 day mooring restriction as we really wanted to stay for the whole festival. The pontoon was half empty and given the small number of boats currently active on the Weaver it was unlikely to fill up. He set about asking the people milling around, who directed him to other people milling around. He eventually got to a smart looking person in a purple shirt and name tag. He said he didn't know but that he'd find the regional manager and check it out. It was only once this smart looking person had left that his companions said to Will "you do know who that was don't you?!?". They then informed him that he'd just asked Richard Parry, the outgoing Chief Executive Officer of the Canal and River Trust, to find out whether we could stay a few extra days at some moorings 😂 Give him his due, Richard returned with the Regional Manager who was happy for us to stay for the whole festival and even said we could move to the lift moorings during the day for better access if we wanted! Pleased and a little embarrassed, Will celebrated with a BBQ burger and pint.
The following morning, music drifted across from the festival ground. We took the dogs on a short walk in the nearby parkland then harnessed them up and headed towards the music. First things first we enqiured at reception about the Lift Walk Tours. They'd all been booked for today but we could book places online for Sunday. They weren't wheelchair accessible so we had a good look at where we'd be going and decided Vicky could rest on the floor during the tour and all the next day if necessary. She really wanted to do it.
Initially we hadn't been overly excited by the Victorian theme but watching Barnton Circus perform with ribbons, poy, hula hoops and a trapeze soon had us grinning from ear to ear. There were visual illusions for our minds to boggle at and an early coal and steam powered fire engine that would have been pulled by a horse. Old counterweights had been removed from the top of the lift and stacked to create a maze. It was good wholesome fun on a sunny day and we loved it. The food tent provided us with drinks and we tried to keep our hot dog and flapjack away from a persistent Leo and a hopeful Tiger Lilly. Even Leo was getting tired with all the strokes people wanted to give him by the time we returned along the grassy path to Rainboat.
The following day began with the highly anticipated Lift Tour. Places are rarely available so we were thrilled to get two. Unfortunately the four others on our tour weren't there at the start time. Mike our guide waited a little while, then began without them. They turned up after 10minutes, stayed for the first part of the talk then said they were too scared of heights to go on, so had to be let back out of the enclosure. It was a shame for others who could have taken their place but as a result Mike gave us all of his attention, altering the tour a little to give Vicky the chance to perch on steps and pipes. A former teacher, Mike was an amazing storyteller, conjuring visions of several hundred years ago when the river had been a third of its current width and a local businessman dug down in search of coal and discovered salt instead. Instead of a 50 minute talk, he spent well over an hour telling us about the history of the area, the construction and various versions of the boat lift and how it worked. He listened to our interests and shared his knowledge in these areas. It was brilliant. Although Vicky was tired she was also high on adrenaline when the tour eventually came to an end and we rolled into the visitor centre café for a vegan 'fish finger' sandwich and panini.
The enthusiastic performer Mr Alexander had been in front of his stage most of the weekend juggling various items and performing little tricks for the kids gathered around on woven carpets. His last scheduled performance was fast approaching so Vicky nipped back in the chair to fetch the dogs and we joined the growing crowd. Here was a person who truly loved to entertain. The smiles on people's faces seemed to fuel his half hour act in which he told humorous tales, unicycled, juggled and made objects disappear and reappear. Children and adults alike were spellbound and it was the best ending to our weekend at Anderton!Read more
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- Day 817
- Wednesday, July 23, 2025 at 3:11 AM
- ☁️ 15 °C
- Altitude: 6 m
EnglandWeaverham53°15’48” N 2°33’22” W
Barnton

As usual the cruising was easy. We passed through Saltersford Locks and the lockie was happy to see us; they've all been getting bored with the lack of boats. There's only so much grass you can cut and limited other jobs to keep them occupied on shift.
Mooring was more difficult, we were in need of a shop but the first place we stopped (Winnington Swing Bridge) was open to the adjacent road, noisy and not safe for the furries. We turned back and Will found us a lovely quiet, wide stretch of towpath near Barnton. It was peaceful and had a strip of wildflowers which pressed up against Rainboat's windows when we pulled in. Unfortunately access to the shops was difficult. Will set off on the bike the next day. One public footpath leading off the towpath was too overgrown so he doubled back and found one in the other direction that was slightly more passable. Further on, in contradiction to official council footpath signs, others claimed there was no public right of way. Will eventually reached the store but not liking to be where he wasn't wanted, he tried a different route on the way back, only to find access to the river was blocked. It took some perseverance but he eventually returned to Rainboat in need of a rest.
We sat out with the dogs that evening and barbecued vegetable skewers to go with the homemade pittas Will had prepared. It was a wonderfully relaxing evening.Read more
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- Day 815
- Monday, July 21, 2025
- ⛅ 21 °C
- Altitude: 7 m
EnglandActon Bridge53°16’51” N 2°36’7” W
Acton Bridge

Cruising on the Weaver is a pleasure. It is a wonderful green corridor with occasional industrial interludes and it's wide enough to turn around whenever we want. The current isn't strong so Rainboat's engine doesn't need to strain and mooring is easy. The locks are large and staffed by CRT employees who only ask that we throw them our centre line They then tie to a bollard before doing everything that's needed, while we sit and twiddle our thumbs. Tiger is finding the easy going and open aspects less stressful too.
Will encountered another narrowboat on a canoe trip yesterday and today we passed another. Two narrowboats in a week! A far cry from any of our waterway travels to date. We discovered on social media that we are effectively trapped on the river, although our plan was already to stay here over the summer. We can't go back because the Shropshire Union canal has drained between Ellesmere Port and Chester due to a breach The Anderton Boat Lift which would take us to the Trent and Mersey is closed due to a problem with its river gates and we can't rejoin the canal system further up the Manchester Ship Canal because low water levels have forced closure at the top end. We are not alone. There are canal closures throughout the UK as a result of drought and breakages.
We moored at the bollards just before Acton Swing Bridge. There was a short scramble up a steep grass bank onto Dutton Bridleway but this was paved and therefore easy for Vicky's chair and the dogs' short legs. One direction led towards a CRT dredging site and the other towards a small car park with boater bins and water tap. Unfortunately the bins were used by non boaters and overflowing and the tap wasn't working. Will called the CRT to report it and they said they'd get someone out to investigate but it still wasn't working when we left after two nights.
The towpath took us under the bridge and a small track linked it to the Leigh Arms; an independent pub. It had been refurbished and the thoughtful decor provided interest and relaxation. The food was delicious and Vicky was in the rare situation of being spoilt for choice of vegan options. It was a real treat and we'll definitely revisit if we moor here again.Read more
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- Day 811
- Thursday, July 17, 2025
- ☁️ 21 °C
- Altitude: 77 m
EnglandCheshire West and Chester53°14’37” N 2°41’12” W
Blackamoor Wood

We've discovered our paradise and it's on the River Weaver. This waterway has plenty of official moorings but as far as we understand, boaters are allowed to wild moor where the bank is suitable. We were chugging along upstream when Will spotted a linear meadow sandwiched between the water and a mature mixed woodland that climbed a steep bank. He hauled Rainboat into a U turn and floated her gently back downstream until we came to a part of the grassy bank that was just the right height to step out on to.
After hammering in the mooring pins we scouted out our surroundings. Young Marsh Thistles grew amongst the cow pats and cropped grass at Rainboat's stern. Farther inland flowering thistles were almost drowned out by rampant yellow Ragwort. The air was filled with butterflies, bees, wasps and a plethora of unknown pollinators, along with a few flying insects we knew all too well; horse and deer flies. A farm track ran the length of the land but in the 4 nights we stayed, only a small herd of bullocks and two walkers used it.
Fields and a couple of distant farm houses occupied the opposite bank, with not a road in sight. It was blissfully peaceful. The track was great for Vicky's chair and the dogs enjoyed not having to wade through long grass or the spiky stalks left after strimming. On walks we spotted loads of Small White, Large White, Red Admiral, Gatekeeper and Peacock butterflies as well as a Comma and a Small Blue. Swallows fed their young who were fledged, perched and cheeping in a hawthorn bush and we were each lucky enough to see the two resident Kingfishers flying by.
Will was in his element, fishing, canoeing and diving into the water from the stern when the days got too hot. We'd have stayed longer but we needed food shopping and to dispose of rubbish. We do however plan to return on our way back down the Weaver.Read more
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- Day 810
- Wednesday, July 16, 2025
- ⛅ 21 °C
- Altitude: 8 m
EnglandSutton Weaver53°18’15” N 2°41’48” W
Stinky Sutton Weaver

The River Weaver navigation is only 20 miles long. We intend to spend the rest of the summer here so we didn't feel the need to travel far and moored at Sutton Weaver, just a short way upstream. We passed under the impressive Weston Viaduct and passed by a beautiful boat called the Danniel Adamson. It was getting some TLC from enthusiastic volunteers who were painting and polishing. 'The Danny' as it is affectionately known is a 1903 steam powered canal tug, designed for towing strings of barges. Today she is under the care of a charity who run themed cruises along the Weaver and Manchester Ship Canal.
Continuing on and passing under Sutton Swing Bridge we were hit by the most gut wrenching stink. We pulled in at the moorings assuming it would go away but it persisted all evening 🤢 It smelled like rotting flesh or some strange kind of sewage. Will spotted a muck spreader but we don't know if it was coming from this or a farm or factory.
Vicky finished off her Dad's card and Will went to post it while she rested. He then sat on the stern with his fishing poles. Unfortunately Mr Whiskers has discovered that fish occasionally dangle from the end of these poles and that he likes to eat fish. It is now a battle for Will to safely remove his catch from the hook and return it before Whiskers gets his claws in 😪
The river flow had picked up a little after rain overnight and the water was clear for a good way down so Will got his homemade rope ladder and went for a cooling swim. Feeling summery, he then got the bbq and made some pittas to go with the vegetable skewers, passing food in to a tired Vicky through the side hatch.
The smell had gone from the boat when we woke the next morning. Will took the bike to get some shopping but encountered the foul aroma again when he crossed the swing bridge. Concluding that the wind might well change back, we moved on before lunch. It's a shame because otherwise it was a nice mooring within decent distance of shops.Read more
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- Day 808
- Monday, July 14, 2025
- ☁️ 22 °C
- Altitude: 7 m
EnglandRuncorn53°18’40” N 2°42’46” W
Runcorn Rowing Club

It was a relief to pull into moorings along from Runcorn Rowing Club and spend our first few nights on the River Weaver. Getting here via the Manchester Ship Canal had taken a lot of planning, organisation and was rather stressful so it was good to be able to relax.
The river is wide at this point but levels are low and the flow hardly noticeable. We were the only boat moored against the grassy path. The only other craft we saw during our stay were the rowing boats, kayaks and the safety boat.
On the first evening Vicky spotted a couple of people from the club struggling to haul something out of the water. She asked Will to come outside and went to offer help. It turned out to be the road trailer for the safety boat that must have rolled down the concrete slope when nobody was looking. Will got handed a metal scaffolding pole and got to work levering the trailer up against the river wall while the others hauled with all their might. Little by little the trailer emerged and finally gained dry land once again. The members were very grateful. Unfortunately while all this was going on, Leo took advantage and was found round the side of one of the buildings, face thrust inside one of 7 black bin bags. It was a struggle to keep him from returning each time he stepped off Rainboat.
During a welcome day of rain Vicky enjoyed crafting a birthday card for her Dad and Will sewed himself a new cooking apron. It was a lovely place to stay apart from the noise of the M56 flyover, but we only noticed it when there wasn't any other sounds to concentrate on.Read more

Vicky 'n' Will's TravelsWhat a joy! Are you going to take part in the Big Butterfly Count?
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- Day 808
- Monday, July 14, 2025 at 3:37 PM
- ☁️ 21 °C
- Altitude: 19 m
EnglandFrodsham53°18’33” N 2°42’49” W
Manchester Ship Canal

We've reached the River Weaver and what a big adventure we've had getting here! First we spent 20 minutes trampling through undergrowth in search of Mr Whiskers, whose GPS signal was blocked by something and only started transmitting to our phones once we were close by. Reunited, we quickly descended the two narrow locks in the Waterways Museum and approached Whitby Bottom Wide Lock just after our appointed time of 10:15am. We couldn't moor at the lock landing because of a sunken boat so we roped up to metal bollards outside the hotel.
A swing bridge blocked passage through the lock which confused us, because we'd booked passage. We steered to the other end of the basin to see if there was another exit, but returned to the lock with the knowledge this was the only way out. The CRT were supposed to liaise with the council to open the bridge but something had obviously gone wrong. Vicky called the number displayed on a sign and the operator said to bear with them, they'd look into it. 20 minutes later Will called back to be told no booking had been made. When he read out the email confirmation, he was told they'd get someone out. Another 20 minutes passed and a rather tired council employee who had been on his way home pulled up in his van, checked Will's confirmation email and donned his hi viz and working gloves. He was happy to help and chatted while he chained off either end of the bridge. Apparently they were always having trouble with communication from the CRT re times. They had waited for boats for hours in the past, some of whom didn't turn up.
During this time we'd been radioing Eastham Port Control, advising them of our delay. They'd radioed back to say there was a large ship passing and to hold fire. Some time had passed since this communication so while Vicky was hesitant about entering the Manchester Ship Canal (MSC) without permission, Will was sure the ship would have passed so we swung a right when we reached the wide channel. Luckily the wind wasn't too strong so Rainboat had no problem making headway eastwards. Will had called the CRT to let the operators of Marsh Lock, at the entrance to the Weaver, know we'd be delayed and was checking the map when the prow of a humongous ice breaking ship came into view ahead of us. Oops! "Rainbow, Rainbow, this is Fore Viken. We did tell you to wait at Ellesmere. You're going to have to turn around". Not needing to be told twice, we executed a hasty U turn and nipped into an abandoned dock we'd passed earlier. Will radioed an apology and confirmed we were out of the way while we cowering there and watched the 150m long vessel with a tug at either end pass by. Mistakes are made and this potential disaster was averted. The captain seemed to appreciate our grovelling apology as he radioed back saying it wasn't a problem, then approached the darkened floor to ceiling windows high up in the control room and gave us a wave. Our relief fuelled our extra enthusiastic return waves.
After this the journey went relatively smoothly. Will apprised the CRT of our further delay and Vicky protected the laptop map from the showers, until it ran out of battery. We continued to track our progress against the various industrial works and the yellow, numbered waymarker bollards on each side of the channel. Only a narrow ridge of land separated us from the tidal Mersey Estuary and as we moved away from the oil refineries we were treated to a wonderful array of bird sightings; Little Egrets, Greylag Geese, Pied and Grey Wagtails, Sandpipers, Starlings and different gulls. It felt invigorating and exciting to be travelling somewhere so different to what we are used to.
Crossing the mouth of the River Weaver as it flowed into the ship canal, we spotted Marsh Lock and steered in, apologising to the two CRT lockies for our repeated delays. They were happy enough to see us and sanguine at our late arrival. Tossing the centerline up, we were tied to a sturdy mooring bollard while the gates were closed and supersized windlasses were used to open the upstream paddles. Although the rise wasn't substantial, the lock was one of the largest we've been in and would certainly fit over 20 narrowboats inside, with one CRT official quoting 29!
Jubilant and relieved, we exited Marsh Lock and backed up to the floating pontoon adjacent. The trip had taken lot of research, planning, trying to get hold of people who didn't answer phones, £85 for the Seaworthiness Certificate, £55 for passage on the Manchester Ship Canal and a certain amount of courage. It didn't go to plan at times but there were no disasters and it was exhilarating in many ways. We were here, on the 20 mile long River Weaver, where we would spend the rest of summer. We were both happy and content, able to look back with a sense of achievement and forward with expectation.Read more
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- Day 803–808
- July 9, 2025 at 9:40 PM - July 14, 2025
- 5 nights
- 🌙 18 °C
- Altitude: 6 m
EnglandEllesmere Port53°17’12” N 2°53’29” W
Ellesmere Port

We made the straight run from Chester Basin to Ellesmere Port without having to pass through a single lock. At first we were disappointed there was no room to moor outside the Waterways Museum but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. After winding, Will passed back under the main road bridge and moored on the off side at a small recreation area with a couple of picnic tables. It had a section of flattened grass for the dogs with tall knapweed, oxeye daisies and brambles backed by goat willow for Whiskers to prowl and laze. It could only be reached by crossing over a pedestrian bridge from the towpath and winding your way along a narrow path. There was lots of activity going on around us but the mooring itself was very private.
John Prior arrived just after 9am the following morning to inspect Rainboat for her Seaworthiness Certificate. Will had done a great job of researching what was required and taking note of the tips John had given him over the phone. John charges by the hour so he had everything laid out; the ropes, anchor, life jackets, boat safety certificate, an online tide table etc John was friendly and efficient and Rainboat passed with flying colours. He was going on to inspect another boat in Ellesmere Basin so waived the travel fees and charged £85; a good price judging by what we'd read of others' experiences. The certificate will be valid for 1 year, so will cover our return journey on the Manchester Ship Canal as well.
The following three days were a heatwave amd we battled to keep the boat as cool as possible. Will went out every morning and bought icecream and lollies. On the second morning he came back with a large oscillating desk fan. We'd been putting off getting one because of the space it would take up but at 30°C+ we felt it was necessary. It was too hot to do much of anything during the days. Vicky's Samsung S22 received an update which messed it up. It wasn't practical to get to one of Samsung's five repair shops outside of London and we weren't at a home address for DPD to collect it so she spent much of the time trying to transfer everything she needed to Will's old phone with the cracked screen. She'll use this until we can get another.
Ellesmere Port is a bit run down and some of those who live here are a bit rough. The first evening we were kept awake with a slanging match between two women arguing over which one was horrible and which was nice. The second night there were magnet and anchor fishers casting their lines into the water close by until well after dark, pulling up a pallet lifter among other things. On the third evening a group of kids enjoyed throwing goodness knows what at Rainboat and on the fourth day a group of teenagers spotted Little Rainboat and had a great time hollering homophobic slurs. It was a colourful stay to say the least!
On Sunday evening we backed the boat under the bridge, filled with water and moored at the only free spot outside the Waterways Museum. We were ready to tackle the two locks through the museum grounds to Ellesmere Port Basin the next morning for our booking at Marsh Lock at 10:15am. This would take us into the unknown... on to Manchester Ship Canal!Read more
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- Day 802
- Tuesday, July 8, 2025 at 5:20 PM
- ☁️ 19 °C
- Altitude: 6 m
EnglandChester53°11’43” N 2°54’1” W
Chester Basin & the Dee Branch

Finally Will recieved the call he'd been hoping for. One of the inspectors for the seaworthiness certificate was available and could meet us at Ellesmere Port whenever we were able to get there! The certificate is one of the requirements for vessels travelling on the Manchester Ship Canal, which we planned to do in order to get to the River Weaver.
Will agreed to meet John Pope the day after tomorrow, so we set off from King Charles Tower Gardens to get the Northgate triple staircase locks out of the way before the 8 mile run to Ellesmere Port the following day. Unfortunately there weren't any other boats to pair up with and Vicky had been hitting the shops a bit hard so she wasn't able to help work Rainboat through the locks. She stayed on the towpath with the dogs and Will started off. There are often a number of 'gongoozlers' at these unusual locks (non boaty people who enjoy watching boats). We lucked out when local resident Chris came by and offered to lend a hand. He'd been on a number of boating holidays with his friends and enjoyed locking. He was a brilliant help, making the process so much easier for Will. He teaches axe throwing skills for a living and had a few tales to tell, including the time he applied for a mortgage. We were very grateful for his help and for the community spirit that exists along the canals.
There wasn't any mooring space in the basin so Will pulled in at the water point and began filling while we thought what to do. Vicky needed a few bits and bobs from the retail park a mile away so she took Tiger while Leo stayed with Will and they moored on the towpath just beyond the basin. It was tea time by the time we'd got everything done so Vicky picked up fish and chips from the small chippy near the basin.
There used to be access to the River Dee from Chester Basin via three locks but there have been problems with lock gates and the channel is silting up. The Inland Waterways Association have made the Dee Branch a Silver Propeller Location, encouraging boaters to visit and show it is still needed as part of the canal system. Will decided he couldn't leave without visiting, even though it felt a bit silly reversing into the first lock, then backing out and along the channel to the second, which is closed. The wind made maneuvering difficult, but a kind woman helped by pushing Rainboat away from the side of her boat and the next. To counter this, a guy working in the dry dock came and accused Will of scratching his boat (he hadn't). He said the channel was all silted up, Will shouldn't be going down and the people with permanent moorings would shout at him too 😲 Luckily people like him are rare on the canals, the channel wasn't too silted up and one of the residents offered to catch a rope in order to help Will moor 😊
Vicky took photos for evidence and the Dee Branch became the thirteenth out of the twenty sites we need to be awarded the little Silver Propeller plaque.Read more
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- Day 799
- Saturday, July 5, 2025
- ☁️ 22 °C
- Altitude: 12 m
EnglandChester53°11’37” N 2°53’22” W
King Charles Tower Gardens

Will has been working hard preparing for the next part of our adventure. We plan to travel along the Manchester Ship Canal from Ellesmere Port to the River Weaver. It's a big shipping channel and all boats need a certificate of seaworthiness when they book passage. He'd been struggling to get hold of an inspector so until he found one we decided to stay in Chester. There were a few more single locks and a triple staircase lock before a straight run to the port. With no rush to get going, we descended the single locks and moored at King Charles Tower Gardens; a sloping pocket park between the canal and the city wall.
We took advantage of its proximity to Chester's charity shops and Abakhan; an Aladin's Cave of haberdashery. Leo took advantage of the wooden bench where people often sat for lunch or a snack. Thank goodness he's not big enough to reach most food!Read more
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- Day 797
- Thursday, July 3, 2025
- ⛅ 21 °C
- Altitude: 16 m
EnglandGreat Boughton53°11’31” N 2°51’31” W
Chester Cricket Club

We were moored quite a way out of the city centre so decided to go through a couple more locks to make it easier to visit. There are moorings in the heart of Chester but they aren't good for the dogs and Whiskers really wouldn't enjoy it. We knew of the canalside cricket pitches from our last visit so decided to moor adjacent to them, giving Whiskers plenty of room to roam.
There was a Saturday Makers Market taking place, so despite Vicky being tired from the previous day we headed in, not wanting to miss out. It was a struggle to find a table at the indoor market food hall as the place was packed. It was a great atmosphere with families of all ages, couples and groups of friends enjoying themselves.
We visited Purely Pots indoor plant stall and Vicky eagerly loaded up the carry box she'd attached to the back of her chair. The knowledgeable trader gave her lots of advice about caring for each of her purchases so fingers crossed she can keep them alive 🤞She picked up a heavy and delicious chunk of chocolate fudge brownie at one of the Maker's stalls and was munching happily when we came accross The Driftwood Projects. The carpenter uses wood that others might see as flawed as well as used wood from old furniture and the like. He bases his work on Kintsugi- taking something broken and fixing it, using the 'flaws' to make it beautiful. We'd been on the lookout for a new chopping board for while and Will fell in love with a large slab of mapel with a rounded split in one end - handy for picking it up and for funneling chopped food into a bowl! Being Will and living in a moving home, he was also keeping his eyes out for an espresso cup after the last one got broken. He found the perfect one at a ceramic stall selling handmade items in beautiful earthy greens and blues. We do love getting the things we need directly from the people who made them!Read more
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- Day 795
- Tuesday, July 1, 2025
- ☁️ 18 °C
- Altitude: 13 m
EnglandGreat Boughton53°11’18” N 2°50’58” W
Strange vibrations at Greenfield Lock

Like The Shady, The Cheshire Cat was a pub we couldn't miss out on revisiting. It wasn't too far from our moorings, so we did a lunchtime stopover before continuing on to Chester. The Cheshire Cat also offers accommodation and is a bit posher than most canalside establishments. We nabbed a round table for two in the dining room and ordered our food from there. Vicky had a starter of falafels on hummus and grains so she had room for a summer fruits crumble afterwards. Will had a butternut squash burger with fries, all of which was delicious. The waiting staff were attentive and efficient, keeping everyone happy without seeming to rush, so the atmosphere was relaxed. We were very glad to have stopped by.
When we approached the outskirts of Chester it was the end of the school day. Vicky helped work Rainboat through the locks while keeping a close eye on Leo and Tiger. They drew the eye of many of the pupils, with exclamations of ah! and aww! In the end they were surrounded by half a dozen crouching teenage girls while Tiger excitedly jumped around the circle on her back legs, getting fuss from each of them in turn 🥰 It was a real treat.
We moored along with other boats just before Greenfield Lock and settled in for a light tea. As things quietened down we could hear the rumblings of a train on its tracks, accompanied by some strange vibrations. Vicky was a bit freaked out when Will explained there was a train tunnel running underneath the canal. She could easily accept and wonder at water passing over a height like the Poncysyllte Aqueduct but a huge hole under the canal with trains hurtling through? Not so much. Strange how the mind works 🤔
The following day we left Tiger to relax on board and took Leo into town. It seemed like ages since we'd had access to this many shops! We picked some ebay orders up from Foregate News then headed to the indoor market for lunch. The place was buzzing and it was a pleasure to sit and 'people watch'. Chester may just be our favourite canal city and its market is our favourite place to be within it.
Leo found it difficult to sit and watch Will eat his vegan buger with only a carrot to munch on, but a visit to the Digby and Champ stall more than made up for it! Collette the owner, fell in love with him and fed him a mountain of dried meat kibble. He must have made an extra special effort to look cute because as we were leaving she wrapped up a chunky beef and vegetable stick for later! He was well and truly spoiled by her.
We moseyed back via Lakeland, Søstrene Greene and Rylands, picking Will's bike up when we got to the towpath. Vicky was so grateful to have her chair, without which she couldn't have experienced half of what we did today.Read more
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- Day 793
- Sunday, June 29, 2025
- ☁️ 24 °C
- Altitude: 28 m
EnglandTattenhall53°8’23” N 2°45’31” W
Shady towpath near Newton by Tattenhall

With yet another 30°C day forecast we left The Shady pub mooring in search of a different kind of shade. We'd planned to cover a decent distance but when we came accross overhanging trees near Newton- by-Tattenhall we knew it was a good spot.
The neglected path meant we needed to duck to walk under the trees and watch where we put our feet on the uneaven ground. It had the advantage that few people passed by and we could leave the windows open to ventilate the boat without Leo going bananas. It was perfect for a scorcher of a day and had the added advantage of being right beside a 5g mast, giving us excellent reception.Read more
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- Day 791
- Friday, June 27, 2025
- 🌬 23 °C
- Altitude: 29 m
EnglandClotton53°8’15” N 2°41’56” W
Return to The Shady

We had four double locks ahead today but as we were entering the first, we were happy to spot another boat coming up behind us. It's always easier with two and the extra crew takes the strain off working the larger gates. As an extra bonus, the other boaters were accompanied by 3 dogs! Vicky was feeling a little stronger so helped with the paddles while keeping a close eye on Leo and Tiger. Leo has made good progress lately, staying closer to Vicky and coming back more consistently so he no longer needs to be carried in the Pom Pouch. He had the time of his life following the other dogs around and watching all the activity while his big sister stuck loyally to Vicky's side.
We descended Tilstone and Beeston Stone Locks together, had to go through the distorted Beeston Iron lock one by one, but then completed the final lock side by side, before mooring in sight of The Shady. We'd been looking forward to this particular pub; remembering it fondly from the last time we travelled the Shropshire Union.
Vicky had a rest and settled the dogs while Will went ahead and ordered her lunch and got her favourite alcohol free cider (Smashed). The food was so delicious that Will returned the following morning for a Full English.
The last time we'd moored here we'd walked accross the fields and up the lanes to English Heritage's Beeston Castle, perched high on a sandstone ridge. Unfortunately it was closed on that occasion but it was now Sunday and the castle's gates were open. Will cycled with Leo in a rucksack and Vicky took the chair with Tiger on her lap. The staff were very helpful, pointing out the best routes through the grounds, which were a mix of natural grassland and mature native woodland. It was a beautiful and relaxing environment but the closer we got to the castle, the steeper the terrain became. Will had to haul the chair up a narrow flight of steps while Vicky took the dogs. We've been really impressed with how the chair copes but it finally met its match on a particularly steep section, where it toppled backwards, pitching Vicky feet over head into a backward roll. Shocked but with only a couple of bruises she continued on foot, using the chair for support. Some time later we finally made it through the arched gateway and turned to look back on the land layed out below us for miles on end. It was a very impressive view and we both felt proud for having reached this point. We rewarded ourselves with Magnums from the gift shop back at the bottom and Will bought a bottle of Cheshire vodka distilled with English wheat (not to be consumed alongside the icecream).Read more

TravelerYikes, hope you were ok Vicky. John had a similar incident when we were in Etretat a few years ago. We were going back to the campsite after a good lunch and with provisions for the evening. I always walk ahead of John on Scoot and suddenly heard a squawk, turned around and found John on the ground with Scoot toppled over. Various people stopped to help and he was ok although had some bostin bruises! We were so impressed how many people helped. Cars stopped and drivers came over, other pedestrians also stopped to help. Here's a very short video of John on Scoot at our favourite French campsite in Courville-sur-Eure https://youtu.be/qUn0eyMWi0s

Vicky 'n' Will's TravelsI've found people to be very kind too. I'm fine thanks, like John I just got a bit of a shock and a few 'bostin bruises' 😉

Vicky 'n' Will's TravelsYes, hopefully it'll teach me not to put the chair in that position again 🙃
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- Day 789
- Wednesday, June 25, 2025 at 3:22 PM
- ☁️ 23 °C
- Altitude: 43 m
EnglandEaton53°7’45” N 2°38’42” W
Tilstone, Shropshire Union Canal

The Middlewich Branch had served us well, taking us from the Trent and Mersey to the Shropshire Union Canal. Today we turned right at Barbridge Junction and began our passage north towards Chester.
It was hot again and pretty busy, with a mix of owners, share boaters and hirers making the most of the sunshine. We pulled in at Calverley services to fill the water tank and get rid of our rubbish, which was once again overflowing and beginning to smell in the heat. We were pleased to be able to use the new Food Waste bin as it would reduce the pressure on our limited on-board composting capacity. They've been mandatory since April so we should start seeing more of them. It was disappointing to see there were only two recycling bins though, as they were overflowing. We guess it takes time for contractors to adapt to demand.
The Shropshire Union is a heavy duty, wide canal, designed for lots of traffic. Vicky was very pleased to see a shower at the services and nipped in for a cool down while our tank was filling.
It's been ages since we've encountered double width locks and the two Bunbury staircase locks were a bit of a shock to the system. There was a boat already in the lower lock as we cruised into the upstream one with another boat. There were plenty of crew to work the paddles and gates. Happily, too many cooks did not spoil the broth and we progressed to the lower lock without a hitch. Will nipped into the small Anglo Welsh hire boat office while we were descending and came out with a couple of Magnums; a glorious sight for Vicky in her overheated state!
We moored just before the next lock near Tilstone; near where we'd stayed the last time we travelled this canal. It was frosty then, so it was nice to see it in a different season. Giant Hogweed towered over us as we walked the dogs along the towpath and honeysuckle climbed 10m up trees on the opposite bank. Vicky was lucky enough to see a Kingfisher close up as it dived towards her for a fish, then spun round, flying away and meeting with it's mate further down the canal. Happy days!Read more
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- Day 786
- Sunday, June 22, 2025 at 4:47 PM
- 🌬 18 °C
- Altitude: 24 m
EnglandChurch Minshull53°7’53” N 2°30’31” W
Sykes Hollow

We cruised a bit further than we usually would, taking a break and restarting in order to reach Sykes Hollow; a beautiful recreation area specifically for boaters. Much of the stretch of ring moorings has a broad towpath, backed by a bank of shrubs and trees. We got lucky though, when we found space at the small hollow dug into the bank. There were 3 wooden picnic tables with bbq stands and the ground was covered in meadow grass and wildflowers; white and purple clover, yellow trefoil, buttercups and vetch. It was alive with the buzz of pollinating insects and several different types of butterfly busily flittered from flower to flower- heaven!
The next morning it was clear Vicky needed a duvet day so Will got in the canoe and paddled on to Venetian Marina. Richard and Ruth Chamberlain who used to run a fuel boat have taken over the chandlery there and Ruth paints and sells traditional 'castles and roses' canalware in the shop. We'd visited Venetian once before, when a guy who also lived on a boat built by Cain Narrowboats flagged us down. We'd learned over tea and cake in the café that they were moored permanently at Venetian but hoping to get out exploring when health allowed. The café had been taken over by someone new but the extra large slice of coffee and walnut cake was very enjoyable.
There was a mooring limit of 48 hours at Sykes Hollow but there were hardly any other boats around. Knowing we wouldn't be preventing others from tying up we cheekily decided to stay a third night. Will set and lit our BBQ and cooked vegetable skewers to go with the pitta bread he had made from scratch on the skillet earlier in the day. It was a perfect evening!Read more

TravelerLovely to see them bounding around in the wild - so to speak. Are Abby & Mr Whiskers enjoying it too?

Vicky 'n' Will's TravelsWhiskers loved it; he was hiding in a bush near to the boat when we needed to leave and took some persuading to return 😂 Abby enjoys sitting on the step just outside the boat taking in the sights and smells but I think she's a bit nervous about going too far as she ages.
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- Day 784
- Friday, June 20, 2025
- ☁️ 29 °C
- Altitude: 39 m
EnglandWinsford53°11’17” N 2°28’1” W
Stanthorne Wood beyond Middlewich

With a temperature of 30°C forecast we rose at 7am and were on the move in search of shade by 8am. We found it amongst Stanthorne Woods; a short stretch of mature woodland through which the canal ran. We were very happy to be moored up by 9am, with the relavent doors and windows open and the relevant blinds closed.
Even when the trees didn't directly shade Rainboat, there was a noticeable cooling effect in their proximity. Whiskers hopped off almost immediately and went down the bank to explore. He spent most of the next two days on the woodland floor, popping back from time to time for fuss, water and food.
After a while, Will took our hammock and kobo and joined Whiskers, swinging gently too and fro between the boughs.
A boat will cool faster than a house, for which we are grateful on hot nights, but we found ourselves having to close all the windows to try and muffle the kee-wick calls of Tawny Owls. Leo is not a fan! This, together with the sporadic car horns blaring from the nearby beeping bridge meant we didn't get much sleep.
The next day Will cycled to Middlewich in search of lunch. The Cheshire Cheese pub didn't do food, nor did the Kings Lock, but the latter was happy for Will to buy something from the next door Kings Lock chippy and eat it while having a pint, so that's what he did.
That afternoon the clouds had thickened and there were sporadic downpours. We enjoyed a dry few hours with Will fishing off the stern and Vicky sitting out with the dogs on the towpath, weeding, planting seeds and flowers in our rooftop troughs. She even spotted a Goldcrest just 3m away! We were so proud of the dogs, especially Leo who stayed nearby and came back when called. He even lay down towards the end; something he's not previously felt comfortable doing outside.
We're now enjoying french marigolds, fuscia, geranium, lavender and self seeded viola and marigold flowers. We'll keep our eyes open for sprouts of chard, courgette, salad leaves, wildflowers, marigold and cultivated bindweed. Keep your fingers crossed for us! 🤞Read more
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- Day 782
- Wednesday, June 18, 2025
- ☀️ 24 °C
- Altitude: 44 m
EnglandCheshire East53°11’16” N 2°26’39” W
Middlewich, NHS and a hot, hot sun

Keen to get away from the busy road, we descended Kings Lock, filled with water, then turned left, off the Trent and Mersey on to the Middlewich Branch of the Shropshire Union Canal. Vicky was feeling stronger today and was pleased to be able to work Rainboat up through Wardle Lock.
We were now retracing our steps from November 2023 when it was cold and bucketing down with rain; a huge contrast to this week's heatwave! We moored soon after Wardle Lock in between other boats at the town's ring moorings.
Middlewich doesn't have a huge number of shops but it's the largest town we've come accross in a while. Pretty much as soon as we'd moored Will was off with his wallet in hand. As well as happily spending time in the angling superstore, the Middlewich DIY store and picking up our prescriptions, he visited a dentist. He's currently registered with an NHS dentist in Rowlands Gill near Vicky's parents. We'd get checkups and treatment when we visited in the van, but now we have the cats, only one of us can leave the boat. The cost, time and organisation required to get up there are a major disadvantage. We believe in the NHS and want to keep using it but he'd been having problems with his wisdom tooth for some time so made the decision his teeth were more important than his principles and booked in for a private appointment the next day. The clinician diagnosed an infection under the tooth, advised swilling with salt water, prescribed antibiotics in case it worsened and booked him in for an extraction in September when we'd be passing back through Middlewich. All very efficient!
On a roll, he called a nearby GP surgery, hoping to get his overdue second shingles vaccination. The NHS states you have a right to register with any GP without needing an address and you should be able to get a temporary registration for treatments such as this. Unfortunately the receptionist was having none of it. The surgery didn't have enough space for any temporary patients and insisted on a local address for permanent registration. Listening to other boaters, it seems this is par for the course. Changing tack, he registered online at the Doctors Surgery near his sister Sue's house and was pleased to get a welcome back message shortly after. It will be an extra bonus to spend time with the family.
Rainboat was facing west, with back gardens bordering the canal on both sides. There was a hedge on Rainboat's starboard but her port side was facing the full strength of the sun on a 29° day 🥵 Will paddled Little Rainboat to under the shade of a tree and spent a few hours fishing while Vicky stayed on board, opening and closing windows, doors and blinds as the sun moved round, eating ice cream and putting frozen peas in the dogs' puzzle feeder. It had been a productive 48 hours in town but we vowed to move on and seek shade the next day when the forecast was even hotter.Read more
TravelerSounds great. Your posts are always interesting and enjoyable. Look forward to more once you've enjoyed your break from being an online presence. :)
Vicky 'n' Will's TravelsAww, thanks Jane ☺️
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Nights are starting to draw in now, maybe we're beginning to notice because we've had more overcast skies.