Back to the boat for breakfast then off again into Macclesfield for the morning. The plan was to finish up at the Heritage Centre, but that did not open until 11.00 am so I took the opportunity to make some telephone calls and found a WH Smith to browse in for postcards and maps.
I spent a bit of time wandering around - the town was very different on Monday morning - got some stamps and a book on the Cheshire Ring. Then I went to the Heritage Centre and sat outside with my maps waiting for it to open.
Inside the Heritage Centre was a shop (of course) and the Silk Museum (£2.40). This consisted mostly of pictures and story boards explaining the silk making process and its history in Macclesfield. There was an audio-visual which was very interesting. I had seen in the park earlier a stone monument to a Mr Brocklehurst who had been a great benefactor, so was interested to learn of his history as a leading manufacturer of silk fabric. I purchased one or two oddments for gifts and a couple of postcards before setting off for the canal again.
After a late lunch we moved on along the canal. This section is quite high and very pretty with one bank quite heavily wooded and the other mostly pasture. The sun came out towards mid afternoon and made the trip very pleasant.
We passed through a couple of swing bridges and under quite a few pretty stone ones. Bridge number 49 is an electrically operated swing bridge - the boats have to stop the traffic! A flock of Canada geese came out to meet the boats at one point as well as the usual mallards with their babies.
We moored for the night between Bridge 52 and 53. I decided to walk down the towpath to bridge 53 then make a loop through some country lanes and back to the towpath at bridge 55 where there is a flight of locks which we will tackle tomorrow.
The walk was a good opportunity to stretch my legs, but there was not a great deal to see apart from pleasant green fields and hedgerows. A black horse did trot across to introduce itself as I went by and bared its teeth very suggestively before graciously allowing me to pat it.
A boat was coming through the last of the five locks by Bridge 55 so I stopped to watch it. The term for this particular activity being to gongoozle I am told. The others were gathered at the top of the flight and we all walked together back to the boats. I wrote a few postcards before tea - no doubt I shall be able to post them tomorrow sometime.