It was certainly chilly last night and the ground outside was white over – so cold even the ducks didn’t want to move. Usually when Max bounds anywhere near them they waddle off into the water, but they allowed him to nuzzle them while they stayed put.
To keep Max off the bed we usually sleep with the door to the salon closed, but last night we had to open it to let the warm air filter through from the stove. He didn’t join us immediately, but we found him lying between us this morning.
This morning there was frenzied activity on the towpath just in front of us with at least a dozen guys in hard hats and hi-viz jackets standing watching a crane lower first a floating pontoon across the canal and then a small power boat. We learnt that someone had poisoned a tree and it needed to be cut down before its dead branches started dropping into the canal.
One man and a chain saw in the tree made short work of cutting through the main branches of the tree, after which the crane lifted the branches clear and deposited them on some grass between the road and the canal where an army of chain saws were used to carve the trunk into locks. Had the chain saws been tuned to different tones, they could have made an exciting sound.
Health & Safety legislation demanded that pedestrians be kept well away while the jib of the crane was over the canal but they kept the canal open to boaters and just swung the pontoon to one side to let boats pass.
In the afternoon we walked from Christleton to Aldi at Broughton to get some vegetables and we showed enormous restraint by scurrying past the cakes and biscuit stand so as not to be tempted by their syrup waffles or any of their seasonal cakes.
When we passed by the site of the poisoned tree later, the workmen had all gone and there were a couple of opportunist motorists helping themselves to the logs they could lift.
Later we enjoyed a couple of pints of Wainwright in the snug of the Cheshire Cat, where we sat in front of the roaring open fire.