Today we bid farewell to the lovely Macclesfield Canal with its swirling bridges…

… and milestones that look like tombstones.

We turned onto the Peak Forest Canal. This continues on the 518 foot contour, through an increasingly hilly landscape.

We moored up in New Mills. The town does not really have any visitor moorings as all the available spaces have been turned into long term moorings managed by the local marina, but we found a spot that is not terrible, except that the ground is very soft, and every time a boat goes by too fast our mooring pins pull out.

The town has a pretty main street full of useful shops. Sadly it has a bad case of flags, but architects are hoping for a full recovery.

The local museum is closed for renovations (damn you lottery funds) but there is a great used book store. I got two Folio Society books and a Patrick Lichfield retrospective for twenty quid.

We’ve been to Lichfield’s house often enough I thought we should have one of his books.