The farm creates a work of art each year out of straw, this year's sculpture celebrates 50 years of Dr Who.
Back at the boat we untied FL from the bank and set off. Pasture land as far as the eye can see is on both sides of the canal. Large herds of 100 or more cows to port and thoroughbred horses to starboard, heads bent low on muscular necks munching on the carpet of green grass.
We have moored at Wrenbury and had Sunday lunch in the Dusty Miller the roast had all gone by our 03:30 arrival so Welsh black rib-eye steak and steakburgers were enjoyed with glasses of Unicorn, Blonde and a Chardonnay for Wrinkles.
|A locked gate wasn't going to come between Betty and ice cream|
|Farm ice cream parlour|