Location: Melling
In the morning I unhitched the bike and cycled a mile up the towpath to visit Brendale Avenue where my auntie Muriel lived and where I spent some time, (no idea how much time), as a child. It's all a bit hazy now but it was 60+ years ago and I only have fleeting memories of the place. I did recognise it though.
Later in the morning we sail by Dreamcatcher moored a little further the cut from us.
Olly materializes on deck and sais they are about to leave too. We agree to sail on together to bunny hop all the swing bridges.
We sail on together until we arrive at Scarisbrick Marina where we stop to get a new gas bottle and so bid Olly and Theresa farewell (again!)
The marina is pretty chokka and the shop is shut but they will sell us a gas bottle if we pay contactless. There's a tight turnaround in the marina and back out turning left to travel a short distance up to where we moor for the night between bridges 28 (Heatons Bridge) and 29 (Gregson's Bridge).
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