Bollington and around

We had a leisurely start in bright sunshine. The plan was to give Joel a trip on Tardis Two whilst delivering a prescription to a chemist for me.

We set off to the nearest winding hole in the direction we were facing, which was hidden by a scrubby tree and was small. In short, we missed it and needed to reverse a considerable distance before struggling to turn, and set off for a chemist in Bollington, taking on water and emptying the oblutions en-route. As we had agreed to drop Joel off at his car by midday tomorrow we turned at a winding hole calculated to get us back in time (after mooring overnight in the middle of nowhere  on the Macclesfield canal.)

 

Hovis mill. Now flats and offices