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<\/a><\/p>\nBridge 100 was my last on the main branch as I turned right up the Middlewich branch at Barbridge junction. At the lock by the Venetian marina I met Bob who’d just come from the cafe. So we went back and had an ice cream.
\nI then carried on while Bob moved the car round to the end point for today and started walking back. The sun came out and the warm afternoon encouraged many Butterflies and insects to appear.<\/p>\n
Boats passed me or I passed them. There seems to be a bit of a utopian culture operating on these waterways. The names of the boats reflect the aspirations folks have for a calmer, quieter life. Names like Dreamcatcher and Dunslavin or Moor to life. You don’t tend to see boats named Hell Hole or I want my job back or Too slow for comfort. Just as the energy of the walking team was flagging a canalside notice announced the availability of more ice cream. It was a short walk through a lovely garden to a small shop in a farm yard. Having got our daily Snugburys we were encouraged to sit in the garden and eat them. Bliss. From Psalm 145 We wonder how slow is slow?<\/i><\/p>\n We who speed along (after all twenty minutes a mile is faster than I used to go); For tonight, God grant us a quiet night and a peaceful end.<\/b><\/p>\n JAL 19.05.2019 Day 44 and I’m getting a bit attached to this canal. It is now my third day on The Shroppie (Bob coined the phrase not me). We got to Nantwich marina in time for second breakfast. I joined the canal just at the point where the milepost says it is zero miles to Nantwich. However … Continue reading “The Shroppieholic”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-377","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/lejogblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/377","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/lejogblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/lejogblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/lejogblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/lejogblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=377"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/lejogblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/377\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":378,"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/lejogblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/377\/revisions\/378"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/lejogblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=377"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/lejogblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=377"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foowr.org.uk\/lejogblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=377"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}<\/a><\/p>\n
\nSome boats provide a thought to ponder: ‘Not all souls that wander are lost’, for example.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nBefore long the West Coast Main Line came in sight, and it was a not too lengthy path from bridge 23 on the canal to the car on the road into Winsford.<\/p>\n
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\nGod is gracious and compassionate,
\nslow to anger and generous in love.<\/i><\/p>\n
\nWho can’t even wait for ice cream to melt,
\nOr see the grass growing,
\nWho yearn for the slow lane,
\nAs long as it’s not that slow,
\nWe wonder at you God,
\nYour slow emotions, your limitless love.
\nAs one step gives way to the next,
\nKeep me in step with you,
\nGenerous Companion.<\/i><\/p>\n
\nDay 44 of the End to End, Nantwich Marina to near Mole House Farm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"