The life of a runner, mother, radiopharmacist and vicar's wife – that's me!
Trevor isn’t somebody’s name, it’s a place in Wales near Llangollen where there is a big aqueduct called the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct. And that’s where we went today.
But, before that, I actually went running. It wasn’t fast and it wasn’t long, but it was running. 3.7 miles in 30:27. Most certainly my slowest ever time for that route. I think I’m just going to have to take it easy like this until my breathing problem has completely resolved.
Trevor is only about an hour’s drive from where we live. We knew that it was near the Offa’s Dyke path, which we once walked with our friend Mark Armstrong. Gone are those days of long distance walks, for the time being at least, as our children start complaining after about a mile and Daniel demands to be picked up sooner than that.
The aqueduct was completed in 1805. I said to Dominic that I hoped it didn’t fall down while we were walking across it. It was a long way down and, in spite of the railings, I still felt a bit nervous about being so high up. I don’t think that I’m going to be doing any tightrope walking anytime soon.
The aqueduct is actually 126ft high and the River Dee runs under it. The aqueduct itself is only wide enough for one boat so I guess you just have to wait if something is coming the other way. It must be pretty heavy though because it holds 1.5 million litres of water – and a dead hedgehog today (I spared you the photo of that).
There was a bit of time for relaxing before we had to walk back up to the aqueduct. Pingu made quite a good pillow. However, it was then that we discovered that Monkey was missing! Daniel was a bit upset about this but Peter managed to calm him down. We kept an eye out for Monkey on the walk back and Naomi spotted him lying on the side of the path.
……while Dominic failed in his mission to touch a duck. Don’t ask, I’m not sure either why he wanted to touch a duck.