Hiya bloggy pals. It's piddling it down in Ellesmere Port tonight. I'm sitting here in my friends posh lounge looking out over the garden through the patio doors, and it's coming down in stair rods. Linda is tapping away on her computer checking her works emails, and we both have one eye and one ear on the tele. I must say though it is a distraction, I can't work with background noise, so blame her if I talk a load of crap. Her lovely hubby made us a great dinner and I have got a posh bed to sleep in. Linda has been my friend for 25 years, she's an ex trucker like me.
The journey on the train started well, I had a lovely lady sat next to me and we chatted all the way to Doncaster. She was going for a job interview, and if I was doing the interviewing I would definately give her the job. At Sheffield someone else filled her seat, but there wasn't any conversation forthcoming from a big burley bald bloke who was plugged into his music machine and reading his kindle. I then changed trains at Manchester, for Liverpool. At Liverpool there was a short walk from Lime Street Station to James Street Station, where I boarded the train to Ellesmere Port.
I had an hour or two to kill so I thought I would go to the Boat Musuem and start my coast to coast walk. This is where the Shropshire Union Canal meets the Manchester Ship Canal. I didn't go into the museum because I didn't have time, and it costs £5.50 for a ticket. But I had a stoll around the outside of it. There is big hotel nearby, the Holiday Inn. Here are a few snaps I took.
Tomorrow morning I am going to pick the canal up again and head off to Chester. I'll be up about 6.00am when Linda gets up, and out for about 7. Hope it's not raining, keep my fingers crossed. Toodle pip