Heading back north again, the Edstone aqueduct is one of only a couple with the tow path at a lower level than the trough carrying the water. It is curious because although by no means as high or long as its Welsh cousins, not seeing the ground on either side really adds to the sense of height and exposure.
It also makes what is really quite a small dog look rather more intimidating. On to Lowsonford for the night and dinner at the Fleur de Lys. The moorings were crowded as we arrived with a fleet of Anglo Wesh boats, so we booked a table. However this proved unnecessary as before long several crews of superannuated pirates arrived back from the pub and set off giggling down the locks.
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