Now that Firecrest has passed through Wigan, we have reached the area I grew up in. For despite my numerous addresses, I’m a Lancashire girl-or was until they redrew the county lines and it became Merseyside. I have fond memories of place names, places we drove through before the motorways made escaping north to the Lake District a more sanitised journey. I still have aunties, uncles and cousins in this area, all wanting to see Firecrest and our alternative lifestyle. So when we got to Parbold, Aunty Avril, Mum and Mike joined us as we cruised from Parbold to Burscough
It was a good day to have company, showing off all the lovely aspects of narrowboating, pretty bridges
And colourful countryside
And me hopping on and off, showing just how capable I am at hauling the boat in and working locks and swing bridges.
We cruised past the Rufford Arm, that’ll be next years route, and moored up in Burscough just in time to enjoy a perfect sunset
Cousin Lynne and her children Reubin and Freya joined us a few days later,
They were keen to join in and help with the swing bridges, and they made a good crew.