It was sunny as I said so I simply worn my slip on pretty red trainers. Rookie error. Soon I was picking through bogs and a muddy spring.
|WaL form the footpath, Goyt Mill behind in the distance.|
|Surprising friend of this calf.|
|WaL on my most extreme zoom|
|Disley.... We think.|
|The Peak District in the distance.|
|Foreground is Marple|
So as we stood on the viewpoint, a cyclist came along and stopped. He was middle-aged, very very friendly and clad in very very tight lycra. As he got of the bike and chatted I didn't know where to look! Then it got worse as he performed his "Stretches" Oh my golly Moses.
However, he pointed out to us all the towns surrounding and offered to answer any questions we may have, (I kept my binoculars up to my eyes). At length he cycled away, and I made a note to self NEVER to allow husband to wear lycra, not even for a joke.
Back to the boat and we went on down to Poynton first to water up, then for me to scrub my red trainers clean and get rid of smelly rubbish. Then onto Gurnett Aqueduct to moor for the night.
A lovely day and the sun continued to shine all day
|Pretties on the way back to the boat, I wonder what this is?|