Checking our Nicholson’s guide I selected Hassall Green as a possible place to moor up for the weekend, a shop for the Saturday paper and a pint of milk and a couple of pubs for that welcome pint as it were. Arriving after five hours cruising and seventeen locks we found an ideal mooring, on rings, a wide towpath margin, lovely views and good prospect for dog walking over the coming weekend. Once moored up we took a walk into Hassal Green to find that the shop had closed over two years ago, and both , yes both, pubs were no more! Oh Bugger. Still not the end of the world, the mooring still ticked lots of boxes, there was beer and vino on board, dog walking to hand etc., we just needed to sort the Saturday paper and a few bits of shopping. Joe checked the world wide web and established what bus he could catch into ‘civilisation’, in this case Sandbach, and on Saturday morning off he went with a little list to get the goodies. When he arrived back I cooked our usual Saturday breakfast and we then spent the next couple of hours in our weekend routine, reading the Times from top to tail, doing the crosswords and generally taking things easy.
Just across the field from our mooring a typical Cheshire ‘black and white’, a timber framed building formerly a farm house and now the headquarters of Crimewatch.
After paper reading and dog walking we sat outside and enjoyed the lovely sunshine on Saturday afternoon. Come Sunday I took the dogs of to find the ‘Salt Line’, a dismantled railway now a footpath/cycleway running between Sandbach and Rhode Heath.
And whilst the dogs and I were exploring the Salt Line Floyd fell in love…big time with a big time girl
Meet Molly, a brown marle Great Dane, 18months old, and beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. Floyd wasn’t the only one smitten by her!
Come Sunday I walked the dogs again and then we stripped Yarwood’s cabin top and scrubbed it and then treated the fore deck to similar treatment. Another job done.