Onwards to Middlewich
Monday           2nd April 2012
         
            Gaiters and         waterproofs were         declared the garb of the day this morning. The weather was never         too difficult         to contend with, but from time to time there was a need to         replace the gloves         or find a fleece hat or wipe a wind-caused tear from the eye...         while underfoot         conditions were occasionally slippery. No matter: first there         were the Wheelock         two locks followed by Wheelock village. Here many of the gardens         cause a smile.         There is a very grand double storey multi-function garden hut –         and further on is         a duckhouse(!) which exactly echoes the          style of the summerhouse (presumably for humans) in the         same garden. Home         owners all the way along this canal seem to enjoy having a         watery strip at the         end of their properties, many installing pretty plants and         quirky features for         their own and others’ enjoyment. 
            It’s not unusual         to see a solitary         heron beside the canal – these days most herons disdainfully         ignore a passing         boat and just concentrate on eyeing up their next feed. Hedge         blossom is still         apparent but what is most distinctive about this stretch of the         Trent and         Mersey is its width and its depth. Subsidence caused by salt         mining has meant         the canal banks have had to be heightened in places and the         water is deeper         than usual. As the canal approaches Middlewich the land becomes         flatter and         signs of industry appear.  In         a dull landscape         white becomes the local colour – a large flock of juvenile         swans, the dirty         white brick canal bridges and the salt. There are sites where         works have been         demolished, just piles of rubble remaining. Then there is the         extraordinary bright         white piles of salt at the (now) British Salt Works. Information         boards around         the town refer to previous brand names: Cerebos         and Saxa Salt (remember         those?) and to the         town’s recognition by the         Romans as a salt source.
            After 7.25 miles and         10 locks Cleddau was         moored. The canal weaves its         way past King’s Lock (and its busy chandlery), the entrance to         the Middlewich         Arm (which leads eventually to Llangollen), two hire fleets, a         flight of three         locks on a bend and a dry dock. If you like to look at boats,         boat manoeuvres and         canal side structures there is much to see here, all within         about a half mile.         The town, however, seems to lack eye appeal.  Mid-afternoon a traffic         warden was conscientiously         booking vehicles which infringed regulations. There are         hairdressers, florists,         many pubs, a fair number of takeaway food outlets, a couple of         butchers and a         few charity shops. You can buy cards and balloons, you can go to         the library -         but not much else. There are lots of older red brick terraced         houses and new         housing developments too, but where do people work round         here...? Perhaps the canine,         permanent resident on a bow near         here,         can provide an answer! 
            There’ll be a day         to spend hereabouts         tomorrow before pushing on to Anderton (passage down to the         river booked for         Wednesday afternoon). The weather will be dictating our next         boat movements...
 
            










