This morning it rain, rain, rained, like wet stuff falling from the sky. We waited to elevenish when the rain was down to the soul-destroying drizzle that does so much to create the British sense of overwhelming pessimism, and set out back to Chester. The journey back though the weeds of the North Shropshire Union (which is of course in Cheshire, not Shropshire, if you are keeping track) was interrupted by another stop to remove weed from the prop, and I had to do it again when we moored up for the night. Those wellies are getting a work out.
Today’s wildlife sightings. Lots of grey herons, Paula saw a kingfisher, and there are pigeons nesting inside the metal balance beam of the lock gate at the Northgate locks in Chester. Their nest is in the middle of the canal, and swings to and fro as the gates open and close. I didn’t take any pictures yet today, so here’s a goldfinch from yesterday.