Into Lancashire

Heading for the canal summit

We awoke in beautiful surroundings to the sound of sheep and the wind whipping through the trees above us. The sun was shining but the sky looked a bit grim in the distance so we donned waterproofs in readiness for what seemed inevitable.

 Soaked again

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the rains came, this time accompanied by strong wind which drove the rain into our faces and Angela into the cabin, where she could laugh at me from the dry shelter it afforded!

 A double arch bridge

We climbed the last three locks which took us onto the summit level of the Leeds and Liverpool canal, and the highest point of our trip, now some 450 feet above sea level. The part of the canal is really lovely and we will be very sorry to leave it behind. 

 A cute black sheep

 We spotted this black sheep but there was no sign of the three bags....

 Distant views of moorland from the canal summit

 The grand sign heralding our entry into Lancashire!

We have been thinking about this trip for a couple of years now, and finally today, we made it to Lancashire and Angela's county of birth. We are moored in Foulridge on a grassy bank with views across the canal to farmland complete with loads of rabbits and ducks. We met up with Angela's friend Cynthia who lives here, and had a meal in the restaurant on the canalside which made for a lovely evening. Tomorrow we plan to do very little other than seek out some diesel and an Elsan disposal point!