11.10.19 (Jane’s 34th birthday and Cath’s 21st)
Ominous raindrops were falling on our roof as we woke up this morning. We all snuggled in and hoped they’d go away! Miraculously, after brekky, it stopped long enough for us to replenish the water supply and take the quintessential photo of Ellie moored at The Shroppie Fly.
Pretty gorgeous!
But then the heavens opened and we had to pull out the plastic pants for the first time! Pretty countryside, and not much traffic on the canal…who’d be out in this weather besides a mad band of Aussies??
Of course the last thing you’d expect to find in this beautiful rural setting,
where even the cows were oblivious,
is a nuclear bunker right??
Totally random! For £10 each, we got to tour the bunker. Room after room of nuclear bunker paraphernalia! Radio rooms, logistics rooms, displays of protective clothing and masks, even a BBC studio set up ready to alert the masses that a nuclear attack was imminent/ had happened/ was over. 
When it was fully operational over 130 personnel manned the bunker 24/7. Beds were used just as our present day hot seating of desks in offices are.
The whole place was devoid of any natural light and felt suffocating. Definitely not a place to work if you suffered from claustrophobia! It was, however, a military history buffs dream!
Great models too!
Amongst all this cheery information about impending doom, was a ray of sunshine. Goulash the secret bunker cat, working as a secretive operative to find soviet mice, was totally king of the building. 
He had total freedom to wander where he wanted. Brought us back to reality in this totally unreal place! Goulash even had his own blog! goulashthebunketcat @tumbl.com
It was time to move on to Nantwich, a pretty pretty town with it’s fair share of Elizabethan buildings and the church of St Mary that was the centrepiece of town.
Dinner at The Black Lion was a hoot. A cosy timber-framed pub with great character, low ceilings and sloping floors (wish I’d had my golf ball Cath), Joe, our waiter, was 6’9″ tall!
He certainly had the gift of the gab and kept us entertained all night.
Kanga And Wombats Adventures 