Is this really July?

 Setting off from Castlefield

It rained all night and it was still pouring this morning. It was also cold and windy as we untied wet ropes and set off, leaving Manchester behind and headed for Cheshire. Angela set about cleaning up inside Banjo while I enjoyed myself standing outside in the rain! We returned back along the Bridgewater canal, to the junction imaginitively named "Waters Meet", and then turned into new waters, heading South.

 Riverside pub in Sale, Cheshire

We made our way through the suburbs of Manchester, passing Salford, Sale, Altringham and Dunham Town, getting steadily wetter and colder.

 Offices in Sale

By the time we reached the water point south of Dunham Town, we were completely soaked and pretty cold. Can this really be July? We filled the water tank and had lunch and by the time the tank was full, the rain had eased off a bit and we had warmed up. We pressed on and arrived in Lymm where we decided to moor for the night.

 Tonight's mooring in Lymm

 Lymm Cross

We explored Lymm this evening - it's a pretty little village with an inordinately large number of places to eat and have your hair done!

The centre of Lymm

We were having dinner when we heard a knock on the door. It was the guy from the boat moored in front of us - one of his ropes had come loose and he had dropped his hammer in the river, while trying to drive a mooring spike into the bank. He asked if he could borrow ours, which he did, and I suggested we could use our magnet on a rope to try to find his. After a couple of minutes fishing about, hey presto, up came the hammer. Only it wasn't, it was someone elses - amazing co-incidence that someone else should have lost a hammer at the same spot. He was happy to keep this one, which was better than the one he had lost.....