It was a bright sunny morning for the final leg of our journey to Christleton on the outskirts of Chester.
With no locks to do, I serenaded our journey by playing Christmas Carols on the saxophone. Apparently Max, from his usual vantage point on the roof, was running from one mushroom vent to the next trying to work out where the noise was coming from.
There was just room for us to moor close to the Cheshire Cat.
We then listened to Radio 4’s nine lessons & carols from Kings College Chapel in Cambridge, which really got us in a festive mood, followed by a quiet evening on board.