This is a little face that peered into our b oat as she passed.  5months old. !

Bridge ?, ….?hr mooring on the Llang, is one of the lovliest, EVER.  We will be back.

Met a boater called Roger with his wife Lin on NB Iollaire( Scottish gaelic for eagle), and he told us about this farm that makes its own Ice cream.  So, we were  a bit like Dad’;s Army  with Roger as Capn Mainwaring leading the way.  Around 3 large pea fields, following the white posts( for the blind?), and traversing about 8 stiles.  Roger had had a hip replacement, his wife had a dodgy foot, I had Finlay, who would do the occasional “up and over”, but wouldn’t go through some of the stiles. Mick, Keith and Jan were wandering or wondering, even, if this was a good idea in the blazing sunshine.  There were lots of “ how much further?” and “ How long does it say in the book?”.  Well, the book said 10 min walk.  It was a good 30 m ins. !   some of the white posts were hidden in the undergrowth, or was it that most of us need better specs. ?

HOWEVER, we arrived and what a surprise. There were grannies and nannies and grandads and grandkids, bikers in leathers, executives on their way home etc, and all were queuing up to buy this wonderful ice cream.  There were so many different flavours, and some of us, NOT ME, had a triple ice cream. Jan had Turkish delight, a coconut and a strawberry , one scoop on top of another. I had raspberry pavolova, mick had raspberry ripple, and I can’t temember what the others had. I am not a great fan of ic e cream, but I have truly never tasted any as wonderful as these. Oh and Finlay, had a bowl of water and then proceeded to hang around until he got to try some.

Snugbury Jersey Ice Cream..   and well worth the trek.   Mick and I were going to go back the following afternoon but a) it was tooo hot, and b) my trousers are tight.

The 2^nd day at the lovely mooring, meant a chores day. Roof needed washing, windows etc. the washing machine was one. And then it was down tools as it got very hot again.

We sat there minding our own business, when Keith nodded and winked at Mick and said “ don’t turn and look at whats coming along the towpath”.  Of course, we waited a micro second and then all turned to look.   A gawky young man with no top on, accompanied by a pretty young lass, wearing flip-flops, a teeny weeny dress covering her bikini  . they seem to be exhausted even though she was smoking a spliff, . She said he was her cousin and had suggested a short walk.  They had come from Nantwich !!!!!

I would have shoved him in the canal, I think. Anyway, Good old Keithgave them a cold Fosters to drink, and we suggested that they turn back the way they had come.

Its funny, but I am sure I saw 2 middle aged bellies relax as she turned away. J