Detritus on the Propellor and Torrential Rain

Tuesday 7th July, 2015 at Ashton-on-Mersey.
More rain overnight. M remarked rather sourly that it should have been precipitating on our garden back at home instead.
Rather reluctant to leave lovely Lymm, we set off during a brief interlude of sunshine. Almost immediately it was clear that we had something caught on the propellor, so we stopped for R to grope down in the weed hatch to remove it.

It is the first time this year that we have picked something up on the propellor, so we can't really grumble.
Soon after, the forecast rain started in earnest. It became torrential and, although we were sheltering under an umbrella (with both of us holding on to it to stop it blowing away), the water ran off the edge of  the umbrella and on to the seat where M was sitting. Soon she grizzled that her top was dry but she was wet through to her underwear from below!

Normally, if the weather is this bad, we would moor up and not move - but we need to go home for a couple of weeks for various reasons and therefore have booked MM into a marina at Worsley; so, we have to travel rain or shine to get there by Thursday morning. Bum!

Thereafter, the rain continued as showers all day. We moored up on the border between Sale and Ashton-on-Mersey, outside a pub called the King's Ransom, converted from a former warehouse.

A walk into the centre of town was mandatory due to the presence of a certain coffee shop.

The centre is pedestrianised and much redeveloped; M declared it to be soulless and decided that rather describing it as the "outskirts" of Manchester, the "underpants" would be a more apposite desription. A bit harsh perhaps? ("No" says M!).

Surprisingly, given the proximity of the busy pub, the road and the tram lines, the mooring was agreeably quiet overnight.

Today: 8 miles, 0 locks and 2.9 hours.
Trip: 124 miles, 53 locks and 76.5 hours.