Devil's Garden

We came through the two manned locks on the lower, northern part of the Weaver first thing. The second was operated by Mac, the first female CRT lock-keeper we've encountered, I think. She was as cheerful and as helpful as all the others have been.

The Weaver begins to broaden out as it approaches the Mersey estuary…

but from time to time we still ran between wooded, hilly banks…

until we found ourselves coming down…

towards tonight's fabulous mooring at "Devil's Garden". Mac was at pains to point out that it's not a garden and there's nothing diabolical about it. How it got its name I haven't yet been able to discover, unless it's from the abundance of thistles growing in the field.

Be that as it may, it didn't take long to get the washing out, the canopy up…

and lunch on the table.

We've had a lazy afternoon in the September sunshine, reading our books and making music on the guitar. I'd just come inside to write up the blog when it clouded over and began to rain, but I don't feel inclined to post any photos of that!