They have decided that they will be leaving Bugsworth today whatever the weather. My early morning walk was dry for a change albeit a bit brief. After breakfast my bearded one expertly maneuvered my long kennel into position to take on some 200 litres of fresh water.
Micky Jay, on our heels, did the same and when we were both full, we cruised in convoy, just around the corner to Whaley Bridge, just a mile away.
Now, my long haired one and I actually walked all the way while our two long kennels followed. On arrival we went for a coffee in a roadside cafe in Whaley Bridge just in site of our mooring. I say we, they had coffee and a treacle flap jack each! I did not get even a crumb. My long haired one will not allow anyone to give me food from the table of humans despite my most appealing stares. I don’t understand that but hey ho they keep reminding me that I am only a dog.
Only! What are they talking about, I am a dog, they are only humans. I did however finish some crumbs from an adjacent table.
Back on my long kennel, we moved for just a few hundred yards and stopped outside Tescos. My long haired one went provisioning. She spent about seven human years of my pocket money.
Fully provisioned, we were ready to start our southerly journey to Marple. The weather tried hard to deter us, it threw everything at us but we were defiant, dressed as we were in our condom suits. We had short intervals of dry, even a glimpse of sun occasionally but basically it poured with rain most of the way. We stopped at a Marina to buy some fuel for our fire, two bags of coal nuggets and one bag of kindling.
The Ring o’ Bells was our supper target at Marple, we arrived at six. and it was good fare – they said.
This was in fact our last supper with Barbie and Mike from Micky Jay with whom we have been travelling from the start of our journey. Tomorrow, we continue south, they turn around and go back north..
My photo today, taken on our journey on the beautiful Macclesfield Canal by Barbie in brief dry moment.