Day 18 Wheeton through Blackburn to Hyndburn village.
It was a wet start first thing, I was in no hurry to get outside for my bathroom as I could hear the rain bouncing off the roof. By the time all the humans were done and dusted it had stopped raining and I took my bearded one for his walk.
It was very pleasant, warm and brightening up. When we got back to my long kennel there were patches of blue sky appearing and the smell of bacon wafting up from the galley. Fat chance for me I thought, and I was right. Bloody biscuits again.
It was a remarkably pretty cruise to Blackburn, the countryside was beautiful in the sunshine, it was hilly and quite bucolic. My long haired one and her friend walked with me for quite a long time. Then we were in the centre of Blackburn with a flight of 6 locks. We teamed up with another long kennel and they had four of my kind on board! One of them was enormous from the fox hound tribe and I am not sure what the others were as they were not allowed off their long kennel to play.
There was a provisioning stop called for in town and an awful lot of bottles came back. My bearded one stayed with me and my long kennel and removed a plastic bag, half a raincoat and a bra from the propeller.
We gave up on a search for a pub and moored up in the country near the village of Hyndburn. The humans all started to paint pictures, I thought that very strange but I had a good time patrolling up and down. We were passed by many of my kind out walking their owners.
My photos today are: approaching an aqueduct over the M65, me protecting the painters, my bearded one’s painting of Aspen Bridge.
Sent from my iPad
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.