|Passing Blake Mere|
I had just started to prepare lunch when Ian suddenly had one of those brainwave moments ( doesn't happen very often these days! Must be old age creeping in) Could it be the starter motor lead that had come adrift? Sure enough his brainwave was correct and as soon as he had reattached the offending lead, Merlin sprung into life. Quick phone call to Anglo Welsh to stop Tony from coming out and we were once again on our way to Tesco. Unfortunatly this coincided with the heavens opening yet again and by the time we got to Tesco we were drenched. By now the time was about 2 pm and although we could have stopped in Ellesmere, we had spied a lovely rural 48 hour moorings, complete with rings, on the way to Blake Mere so we pulled pins again and just as we reached the junction of the Ellesmere Arm a Canal time pulled out in front of us. Obviolsly first timers as they were bouncing from one bank to the other. 30 odd years ago as a beginner I was doing the exact same thing. Today I still get it wrong occasionally so to watch them doing their best made me feel quite nostalgic. How I would love to be back in the seventies again.
So we are now on the rural 48 hour mooring. It's still raining but we are cosy and warm and still thoroughly enjoying our short break.
Here are the photos from our walk to the visitor center. We hadn't realised there was another lake.
|Walk through the wood with the abundance of snowdrops everywhere.|
|Ellesmere Marina seen from the wood|
|Merlin can just be seen through the trees.|
|Visitor center on the side of The Meres|
|Is this a hybrid of the strange duck I saw yesterday?|
|Does my bum look big to you?|
|No way can you see if there is another boat coming.|