Monday 19th September, 2016 at Grindley Brook.
Our climate is a curious thing; the only thing that is predictable is its unpredictability!
In Llangollen last Thursday, it was the hottest September day in 100 years and we had to move our afternoon tea into the shade to stop the chocolate brownies from melting as we mopped our perspiring brows. The temperature fell ten degrees overnight and the following day, we left Llangollen wearing three layers of clothing and this morning we ended up wearing heavy fleeces and scarves! Mad!
A juvenile swan came and tapped on the window for breakfast. As we have run out of duck food, he left empty handed (or empty beaked, anyway).
We left after lunch and turned in the basin at the end of the arm next to the derelict warehouse. It's a handsome building and we hope it's not going to be left to fall into disrepair.
Trip: 394 miles, 261 locks and 282.0 hours.