It had been raining just before we set out this morning, and when the sun shone it was really quite warm. It wasn't to last and the storm clouds gathered and it turned cold and then it began to rain. And the heavens opened, heavy rain, 'kin' hail, and thunder and lightning. Lin went inside the cabin and left me to it, and with just an umbrella as a meagre defence against this, I had to find a bridge 'ole to shelter under. Once the rain had slowed we took a chance and tried to make some progress, but it wasn't to last and another bridge 'ole needed to be sought. Anyhow, we arrived at the top of Bosley Locks, still raining, and moored up.
Shrouded in cloud.
This is the view from our front door this evening, at the top of Bosley Locks after the rain had stopped.
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