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A tale of two ducts: Pontcysyllte Aqueduct and Cefn Bychan Viaduct

A ‘Letter from Sarah’ here with a slight difference. She’s put all the structure together, taken and selected all the photographs and will be the main writer. But I went on the day out in North Wales too, so we’re going to sit and write together. My occasional contributions in italics.

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So… with one thing and another it’s been a while since me and Ronnie have had a day out together. Me being up in Knoydart, off in my kayak, and of course, Ronnie not being well from early August, have all meant that we’ve simply not had the time or wellness until now to pack our day bags and go off exploring.

I’ve suggested that we come to Pontcysyllte Aqueduct today, out of sheer curiosity. (For those of you not fluent in Welsh, a helpful sign tells us, ‘Pontcysyllte’ is prounounced Pont-ker-sulth-tay.)

We arrive at Trevor Basin, not far from Llangollen.

It’s the day the clocks have gone back so we’re a bit disoriented. And after an early start from home we eat much of our packed lunch as soon as we arrive. Though our watches are telling us it’s only 11am our bodies know full well it’s lunchtime.

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Chester: To Let

I haven’t been to Chester for years, and I wasn’t going to go there today either. But when we got to the Dee Estuary for our planned walk Sarah was too tired, from being so busy with her funeral celebrant work this week. So we decided to drive up to the head of the Estuary and see how Chester is doing.Chester01And the answer is, not all that well.

The town centre looks splendid as ever.

The town centre looks splendid as ever.

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2012: Friday Walks, The edge of the edge

All of the time we’ve been walking along the coast of the Dee Estuary, from West Kirby right up to the marshland between Neston and Burton Point, we’ve known there’s another, upstream and final piece of this edge that we’d yet to explore. We explored it today.

And did so partly at the suggestion of blog contributor Stan Cotter, who told us on last week’s Walk report about the delights of the church at Shotwick, the tiny village at the heart of our unexplored piece of edgeland. Right on the border between England and Wales. Tangled up in the land around the motorways and semi-motorways that link Chester, Wales , the Wirral and Liverpool. And right on the edge of where the River Dee used to be, long long ago.

Morning time, the packed lunches are made by Sarah, and we’re off on our adventure.

Thirty miles from home we arrive at tiny and perfectly formed Shotwick village.

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