From clive.worrall@btinternet.com Sat May  1 11:27:29 1999
Date: Sun, 6 Sep 1998 10:48:41 +0100
From: Clive Worrall <clive.worrall@btinternet.com>
Reply-To: canals@blacksheep.org
To: canals@blacksheep.org
Subject: Triffic Trip Report

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Having persuaded my mother-in-law once again to relinquish her grip on the
boat keys,
Hilary and myself set out from Bolton in the pouring rain for a two week
trip on nb
Triffic.  Our first thoughts were that it was going to be a miserable
fortnight if the
weather didn^Òt improve, but once on the M6 the clouds cleared and we arrived
in
Barbridge in bright sunshine.  We unloaded the car and made a provisions
trip into
Nantwich.  We had arranged with my parents that they drop our two kids off
at audlem
on their way home from South Wales, so we decided tomove that way then we
wouldn^Òt have to rush in the morning.
Triffic having been left moored the ^Ówrong^Ô way round we set off for
Barbridge
junction where I can normally turn Triffic being 45ft.  However, the canal
decided to
become incredibly busy just at that moment and so we followed the Middlewich
branch
to the first winding hole and winded returning to the Shroppie and had a
pleasant
cruise up through Hack Green locks, electing to moor at Coole Pilate rather
than push
on and risk spending our limited funds at The Shroppie Fly.
Saturday morning dawned and we made our way to Audlem mooring above the 4th
lock.  Having decided that the temperature was going to be too high for
jeans I made
the dread discovery that I hadn^Òt packed a narrow belt.  As I need one to
keep my belly
under control we walked into the village not expecting too much, but
delighted to
discover a store that not only stocked belts but one to fit my waist.  We
then visited
my favourite charity shop the Cancer Relief one.  Not particularly my
favourite charity
but my favourite shop as prices appear to be stuck in a time warp.  Hilary
purchased
two sundresse and I bought 4 secondhand paperbacks for the princely sum of
3.80ukp.

Back on the boat we  set up the parasol on the back deck and awaited the
arrival of
our locking crew, otherwise known as the kids.  They duly arrived and waving
goodbye to my mum and dad who ran off cheering, we commenced the rest of the
flight.  Now that Graeme has got the hang of lock wheeling, this went
smoothly as did
the ascent of Adderly.  We moored just past the second bridge above the
flight at the
insistence of SWMBO, left to my own devices once at the tiller I^Òve got to
be forcibly
stopped.  A lovely peaceful location until about 11pm when the wedding party
at the
top of the locks had a Beatles tribute band on.  The volume where we were
was just
about tolerable, I don^Òt know how the boats moored closer fared, never mind
the
wedding guests.

Bored yet or shall I continue?

--
Clive
clive.worrall@btinternet.com