Leaving Middlewich the weather starts getting even worse that before. Now it is cold, and we have rain. The towpath is very muddy, the locks very hard, and one day, when we decided to call it a day at one o’clock, we get a deluge, no water proofs would have withstand that.
The next day it’s sunny, a bit cold, but later the wind drops and it even gets warm(-ish). Don’t ask who’s on the tiller…
On this part of the Trent&Mersey most locks are double. No, not for two boats, but there are actually two locks. You hope hat one will be set for us, but that’s not always the case.
I’m at locks 46. They are not set for us, and a yoghurt pot is going down one of the locks. In the distance I see another (narrow)boat, just coming out of the next locks. Having nothing else to do I open the gate of the other lock. It’s set for them anyway.
It’s a light blue boat, and it remembers me of Solitude, Roy and Carol’s boat, who lived next to us in the marina for a while. Even the woman on the boat is blond, like Carol. And the name of the boat is Solitude…
Even Lawrance, still around the corner, waiting to get into the lock, can hear the screams of joy!
We stay in the locks as long as possible, until we see in the distance another boat coming.
We only do one more lock, and moor up at Red Bull Services. Have a drink at the Red Bull pub, and decide to have a meal there as well.
After a very nice meal the landlord asks us if we want to have desert. My answer: “No, but I would like to have your curtains.” His answer? “Yes, no problem.”
Roses, in the right colour scheme, matching the cushions I got from Ann. The pub is under new management, and they want to replace them. I just can’t believe my luck!
What a day!
* I know, ships that pass in the night are not supposed to meet again. I hope we do. But ‘ships that pass in the day’ is just meaningless.