History

After several holidays in hire boats, we were keen to take the next step and buy a boat of our own. We thought it would be many years before we could afford it, perhaps by way of a timeshare first. However in 2017 my mother Eileen Secker sadly died at the age of 89. Her legacy enabled us to think about getting our dream boat straight away, and after flirting with the idea of a new build we decided to find a second-hand one which suited us, and where someone more experienced had made sensible choices. Eventually we found the Silver Kroner, bought her and renamed her in honour of Eileen, who would have very much enjoyed the joke embodied in the name.

Sunday, 23 August 2020

Dogs AWOL

 Monday 20th July 2020

After breakfast we went forward to Oldfield Brow, about a mile and a half, to the winding hole there. Oldfield Brow marks the edge of the conurbation of Manchester – it is the edge of Altrincham, and after that there is Sale and then the city. The transition between urbanisation and the countryside is very sharp – within a few hundred yards you go from being surrounded by housing estates to being out in the open fields.

On our way back through the Bolin Aqueduct (which is quite narrow) we had to reverse in order to allow a very large and smart looking widebeam to come through. I had noticed it Lymm on Saturday – it is white, with a wraparound glass window at the front, and stairs up on side to the roof, like a Spanish villa. It must have cost a fortune – apparently it spends most of its time in Manchester.

As is our habit if the water point is free, we stopped at the Old Number 3 to fill up. We then went on just a couple of miles and moored opposite a place called Spud Wood. Loulie had been there with a friend to walk the dogs a few weeks ago, and it certainly provides very nice walking, in woodland rising up from the canal – it is on the offside and there is a picnic area beside the canal. We took them for a walk, and after lunch I went to a Sainsburys which we found on the map – bigger than the one in the centre of Lymm.

We took the dogs back to Spud Wood later on, and did a longer walk. However during the night they disgraced themselves when Loulie took them out, about 6am. They ran down off the canal at an underbridge and disappeared – eventually she had to come and wake me so that we could search for them. There was no sign of them at road level, but eventually I located them by walking along the (elevated) canal and whistling, at which point they came running out of some farm buildings and back up to us, looking very pleased. It should be said that Mabel behaved perfectly, it was just the three Labradors who legged it.

TODAY: 3:00 HOURS. 5.5 MILES. 0 LOCKS.

Voyage: 12:30 HOURS. 18.3 MILES. 0 LOCKS.

 

 

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