Sunday morning 12 boats lined up at Hancock`s Swing Bridge and we went through in two convoys of 6 to Salthouse Dock it took about 6 hours. The C&RT guys cheerfully did the locks and bridges for us in the rain. Before we reached Stanley Locks Chris had to stop 3 times and open weed hatch to clear the propeller of rubbish.
Once through the four locks we were into the dock area proper changing from derilict warehouses to the modern waterside building and the iconic city landmarks. There were two more locks and three tunnels, one which took us under Liverpool Museum.
When you went though the last tunnel and lock the view hit you massive great glass buildings, ships, museums etc. Unfortunately because of the rain many of the photos have rain spots, but will post some below and link to a Facebook album with more in.
We moored up on our allocated pontoon and put our gas central heating on, we also took advantage of the free electricity and put the tumble dryer to dry our soaking clothes!
Later we had friends visit, who used to go to our old church in Gloucestershire, we hadn’t seen them in years and we had a great evening sharing a meal and catching up with each other’s news.
Yesterday we went to a huge shopping centre and in the afternoon the Liverpool Museum, we only did the first floor so back again today.
Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary so we are on the lookout for somewhere to eat .Good train and bus service here so one day we are thinking of going on the open air bus, but we will wait hopefully for good weather, last night was very windy here 3 o’clock Chris had to go outside and rescue the satellite dish which had blown over. So we have been lazing in bed this morning.
After our overnight stop it was time to get ourselves to tomorrow’s rendezvous point with the C&RT team who would ‘chaperone’ us into Liverpool tomorrow. It’s was only a 6 mile journey today but there were 5 swing bridges to operate on the way and each one of them had a different method of operation much to Joy’s dismay. They ranged from footbridges which you simply pushed round to fully automated ones with flashing lights and barriers to stop the traffic and hydraulic operation all by pressing a couple of buttons after unlocking them with a special ‘BW’ key.
We saw this fellow on the way, is it a cormorant?
On the way down we passed a couple of anglers who had just caught a huge carp (so they told us) and were taking photos, so we snapped them too.
At Maghull we stopped for lunch and took the opportunity to visit the nearby Morrisons, it was then just an hours cruise down to our destination for today. At Holmes Swing Bridge we caught up with two guys on another boat who waved us through and advised us to moor up there.
“It’s right scally country further on, down there” they said, “Take it from us, we’re Scousers born and bred!”
Although there were a good number of walkers passing by, it was a peaceful enough spot right enough and we had an early night ready for an 8 am start tomorrow and declined our neighbours’ recommendation of the Bootle Arms which was just 5 minutes walk away.
Since the last episode our new fridge arrived as promised 2:30 pm (well done ao.com ) and we high-tailed it out of town, just an hour and a half’s cruise down to Dover Locks (where confusingly there are no longer any locks) and moored on the bollards near the pub, from the distance I could see that they were painted red and wondered if they were ‘Disabled Moorings’, however on closer inspection it transpired that they had been painted to look like toadstools! Later on Joy contacted a friend saying we were at Dover, and she really thought we were doing a quick cross-channel trip! O.o
23rd July – 8 locks to Parbold
With eight locks to tackle today (and they were wide locks which Joy wasn’t looking forward to) we made an early start in order to be at Poolstock Locks by 10:00 am as there was a problem with a badly leaking ground paddle and there had to be C&RT staff present to see us through. In fact the leak was so bad the lock filled it’s self without opening any paddles! Joy didn’t find it so bad as we teamed up with another crew.
We stayed with them through Wigan and the apocryphal Wigan Pier all the way back to their mooring at Crooke (That’s Cr-OO-ke; NOT as us Southerners say it, like Australian for not very well) There were three more locks to do on our own the last one being 12 feet deep by which time Joy was quite confident doing them, as we left the lock, Ambush, an original 1930s Leeds & Liverpool Long Boat (70 footish) was coming in.
Just before this last lock we experienced a strange illusion of our map being wrong, there’s a railway & motorway bridge in quick succession; the difference in scale made it look as if the motorway bridge was nearer, but as we approached it was clear it was the other way round.
Just another half hour saw us at Parbold where we moored next to Dee, a Leeds & Liverpool Short Boat (60 footish) and short enough for the Wigan Branch locks.
After our day’s exertion we treated ourselves to an Indian takeaway from The Parbold Tandoori and very nice it was too.
23rd July – On to Downholland
Today was only supposed to take 3½ hours but we needed to get a pump out at Scarisbrick Marina, but before that there were 5 swing bridges to get through, they were mostly electrically operated but it’s time consuming as you have to moor up, stop the traffic, open bridge, go through bridge, moor up, shut bridge and off to the next one.
We saw this at Dutton’s Farm, Lathom and had to do a little research this evening to find out that excavations to install a gas pipeline in 1998 had revealed remains of an Iron Age and Romano-British farmstead on the site and this is a reconstruction of a roundhouse.
At Halsall we managed to get a huge piece of plastic sheet around our prop too which delayed us again, then it started to rain! So a brief lunch stop at The Saracen’s Head for a beer and some take-away chips to go with the flan we had ready, then on through the drizzle to Downholland where there was a space for us outside The New Scarisbrick Arms, but it was dinner on board the boat for us.
As our schedule dictates we don’t need to be in the Aintree area until 26th we stayed in Worsley for the weekend and on Saturday enjoyed their Summer Fair on The Green, the star turn for my money was The Afterhours Rauchestra who performed swing & jazz classics through the afternoon.
There was a wedding reception at Worsley Court House (left) and the inevitable photoshoot was taking place on the towpath and on the steps where passengers used to catch the horse-drawn ‘Fly Boats’, the express transport of the day. Notice the orange tinted water which is caused by iron deposits leaching out of the mine workings (entrance arches centre picture) which were the reason for the canal being built.
If you’re interested in learning more visit canalscape.net from which the extract below taken.
This building, along with ”Top Locks” at Runcorn, “The Old Number One” at Preston Brook, The London Bridge Public House at Stockton Heath, The Old Number Three at Dunham Massey, The Watch House at Stretford and the terminus at Castlefield were all “stops” or way stations for a “Flyboat” service that carried passengers, perishable and urgent goods as well as cattle (rings were fitted inside the boat to secure cattle to) along the canal. The passengers boarded the boats via steps leading down to a boarding wharf. There are similar steps at The London Bridge Public House. The Packet House is a Grade Two Listed Building.
After a quiet day on Sunday we moved on to Leigh on Monday moving from areas dominated by the salt & coal industries to a cotton spinning area with the attendant mills along the canalside. As we passed under Leigh Bridge we were back on C&RT waters, the Leeds & Liverpool Canal. We only intended to stay overnight but our fridge decided give up on us and so on Tuesday morning we were able to move across the canal where the road access is easier and the day was spent trying to locate a replacement.
We ordered on line from AO which was the only place who could promise next-day delivery! Megan, the lass who took our order was fascinated that we lived on a boat and she knew exactly where we are moored as she lives in Worsley. She also said we should try a Barm as it was a local speciality, so for lunch Joy ordered a Egg Barm in a cafe; it was a bit of an anti-climax as it turned out to be a fried egg in a bap. Apparently the bread rolls were originally made using the yeasty froth skimmed off as part of the beer brewing process.
barmpotn. a crazy person; a fool or dolt. According to OED, barm, “the froth that forms on top of fermenting malt liquors; the head of a beer,” is used attributively as a formative to indicate a crazy or feeble-minded person or idea. This is, obviously, related to barmy or balmy ‘crazy.’
So here we sit so we are hoping for an early afternoon delivery and then we have to make up time, which could be tricky as there is problems with a lock on our route, let’s hope they sort it out today.
Any thoughts of a lie in were shattered by a the sounds of a strimmer just over the fence, so we moved off as soon as we had had breakfast. The Bridgewater Canal is quite deep and broad so good progress can be made, what was remarkable was how few boats were on the move.
There are quite a few ‘cruising clubs’ along the way with lot’s of linear moorings, some even have their own club houses and even statues of silver ‘ladies’, but apart from these, facilities are few and far between. We found the first water point near Ye Olde No. 3 a canal side pub.
Lymm looks like a nice place and we will visit on our way back this way.
The canal runs straight as a die into Sale, past the sadly decaying Linotype Works and the contrasting new apartments (?) looking for all the world like a pair of cruise liners. We had thought we would stop for the night at Sale, but the main moorings at were full and although we found a spot next the The Bridge pub it was in a bit of a industrial area so we had a late lunch break and decided to do a few more miles, so it was on to Stretford Waters Meeting where we branched left onto The Leigh Branch.
Just as we made the turn we noticed the smell of baking, was somebody cake making? No, it was the Kellogg’s factory just around the bend. They still have canal access but it looks pretty permanently fenced off. Another mile or so and we were re-acquainting ourselves with The Manchester Ship Canal and crossing the marvel that is the Barton Swing Aqueduct, where the Bridgewater Canal can be swung through 90 degrees to allow the passage of large ships.
We toyed with the idea of mooring outside the intu Trafford Centre and glimpsed it’s impressive Barton Square entrance, but decided against it in favour of Worsley where we found the last spot on the visitor moorings waiting for us beyond the elegant footbridge.
“There are two Grade 2 listed dry docks which have a history spanning back to 1760 and are thought to be the oldest docks on the Inland Waterways. They are the last surviving part of the Duke of Bridgewater’s works yard and were built to service the boats carrying cargo on the Bridgewater Canal and also the many mine boats operating on the 47 miles of underground waterways in the nearby Duke’s coal mine.”
After a busy day travelling 20 miles in about 7½ hours we thought we would save ourselves the chore of cooking by patronising The Bridgewater Hotel, a grand looking mock Tudor building opposite our mooring run by the Fayre & Square group .
We received a warm welcome and our drinks were brought to our table very quickly, but oh dear, it was ½ hour before our order was taken and another ½ hour before our meals arrived. Joy’s cod & chips had the signs of being left under a heat lamp to keep warm while my choice of Roast Vegetable Tart was unavailable & I had to settle for a cheeseburger instead.
In mitigation it was a busy Friday night and they only seemed to have one waitress, but they were advertising that ‘Table Service had arrived’ personally I would have been quite happy to order at the bar to speed their service up!
As we are a bit ahead of schedule we shall stay here for a couple of days and enjoy Worsley Summer Fête tomorrow which is taking place on the Green, just across the footbridge.
Yesterday we had a day off, well from travelling at least. In the morning we did some housework, put the washing machine on then went and watched boats using the Anderton Boat Lift, we may try it ourselves later in this year’s trip.
Soon after we moved across to the pub’s moorings as a creaky willow tree was overhanging our boat and after our friend Jane’s experience were taking no chances!
We moored outside The Stanley Arms and had lunch there, while the washing dried in the sunshine. After our evening meal we went back up to the pub, just as a courtesy for using their mooring you understand, and was taken by this photo hanging with other canal related pictures in the public bar. I would guess it’s from the 50s or 60s and as it is two converted working boats I wonder if the family had found themselves without a home other than their boats when carrying work on the canals dried up so they built a full length conversion over the holds. All supposition of course, but compare them with the centre boat sunk in the flashes I included in the last posting!
This morning we were up and away by 8:30am (wow) as we had three tunnels to negotiate and another canal to get to. The industrial landscape around Northwich and beside the river Weaver was left behind this morning and we were glimpsing views across open countryside when the trees lining the canal permitted.
As we rounded a corner there was a large basin with moorings and afterwards a sharp turn into Barnton Tunnel.
Once you are lined up there’s a line of sight through the tunnel so you just have to be sure there’s not a headlight headed towards you!
With less than a mile in between next came Saltersford Tunnel, now this one has a problem, it’s not straight but there’s a simple system, boats go north on the hour and for the next 20 minutes and south on the half hour and so on, giving 10 minutes leeway (minimum) to navigate the tunnel. As these tunnels are less than 500 yards long it works out well.
Just an hour and three-quarter cruise in the sunshine brought us to Dutton Stop Lock, which effectively separates the Trent and Mersey’s water from the Bridgewater Canal’s. In truth there was only a couple of inches difference but canal companies were very jealous of maintaining their water supplies. It’s also unusual because it’s wider than a narrow lock but not as wide as a normal widebeam lock.
Look! You can see the light at the end of the Preston Brook Tunnel!
It’s deceptive though as this one is three-quarters of a mile long so there is just a 10 minute window each hour to pass through it, but once again we turned up at the right time and only had a 5 minute wait to join the convoy of two other boats headed north before emerging into the sunshine and we were on the Bridgewater Canal.
The Bridgewater Canal Company is NOT part of the C&RT network but there is reciprocal agreement for C&RT licence holders to use their waters for 7 days whilst travelling to another part of the network.
There are more stunning views over the Cheshire countryside and I believe that is Runcorn Water Tower on the skyline.
We called at Midland Chandlers to try to buy a large caribina clip and somehow managed to come out with a hand held air horn, a TV aerial lead and some polish, but no clip.
We headed on, leaving visiting Runcorn for another time and moored up outside Moore Village Stores for a lunch break before ending our day’s cruising at Stockton Heath.
I noticed these canal-side cranes are in place to deploy stop-planks in case a section of the canal is de-watered for maintenance or in case of a breach. The planks are too long to be manhandled as on our familiar narrow canals.
After a suitable break we caught a bus to the outskirts of Warrington to visit Morrisons and walk across one of the Manchester Ship Canal’s bridges. After our return journey we had a refreshing drink at the London Bridge Inn before returning to the boat for our tea.
This morning we walked to the local Morrisons before tacking Middlewich Big Lock, big because it’s the first of the wide locks, but there are no more for quite a while. We shared it with a little narrowboat which the steerer assured me had a concrete hull and that it steered like a tub!
We soon encountered some flashes, which are shallow areas formed by subsidence from salt extraction, extending the width of the canal. At the end of the canal carrying era numerous unwanted boats were sunk in these flashes as shown in this 1988 photo. (Sinking a wooden boat is actually quite a good way to preserve it as the timber doesn’t dry out.) There is no sign of them now so they’ve either rotted away or, hopefully, been raised and restored.
At Northwich we found ourselves passing through the Tata Chemical works reminding us of the reason that canals were built.
Tata is one of Europe’s leading producers of sodium carbonate, salt and sodium bicarbonate.
We stopped off at Marston to visit The Lion Salt Works, last time we passed in 1988 it had been closed down for a short while. It’s demise was in 1986 when the West African markets, the major purchaser of natural salt, were lost because of the Nigerian Civil War.
Last month it re-opened as a museum and we were pleased to see that it has been sympathetically restored and many interactive displays are in place using the original equipment.
After a break for tea & ice cream we travelled the short distance to Anderton where we bagged a mooring next to the historic Anderton Boat Lift, but more of that tomorrow when we have had a look around.
Due to poor internet signal and general laziness for the last few days this post is by way of a catch up.
12 Jul – Wrenbury to Church Minshull
We left Wrenbury just after 9 and as one of the ABC hire fleet was being brought into their base we had the lift bridge operated for us. Just a few hundred yards later we were at Wrenbury Church Lift Bridge (forgot about that one last time) where we met an excited first time hirer who shut the bridge after we and they had gone through.
This bridge caught my attention as from the distance it looks substantial enough for a railway bridge, but it’s actually only a footbridge! Goodness knows why it’s so heavily built, I wonder if the girders have been reused from somewhere else?
By 1 o’clock we had descended the 9 locks back to Hurleston Junction and were turning left back onto the Shropshire Union.
We had intended to moor up at Barbridge Junction but had made such good time and the weather was glorious so we swung right into the Middlewich Arm and did two more locks before mooring up near Minshull Mill Bridge as it had just started to rain.
After tea we saw the high bows of a old working boat coming through the bridge, it was nb Victoria & her butty, aka Royalty Fuels. As we had missed Mountbatten on the Llangollen I hailed them from the sidehatch and it was a privilege to see to see a ‘motor’ & ‘butty’ being stopped and brought alongside us so expertly. A very serendipitous meeting which left us with a full fuel tank again. More photos here.
13 July 2015 – Church Minshull to Middlewich
Monday morning was rainy so we stayed put until noon then carried on the largely agricultural landscape, there was an interesting Dutch Gabled house and some converted stables on the way but once through Stanthorne Lock then stopped again for a cuppa as we reached Middlewich to dodge another shower before dropping down Wardle Lock and turning into the Trent and Mersey Canal and reversed to Kings Lock Chandlery to buy some gas and a couple of new fenders.
My mysterious comment comment last time about 1987 was a bit out, it was April 1988 we hired from Middlewich Narrowboats with our friends Carol & Ted and our respective children. I must admit I can’t remember too much about it but we have photos to remind us.
We had nb Taurus which still currently licenced though I guess it’s not still in their fleet..
.. and who is that young chap on the tiller?
We moored on Middlewich Visitor Moorings behind a dairy and it was not until we left that we discovered the best moorings were just around the corner. Hey Ho, we had a good night’s sleep anyway.
After a couple of days at Ellesmere we moved on towards Whitchurch, bridge 42 which failed last week had been strapped up in the open position pending repair although how the occupants of the house it serves are managing I’ve no idea.
Maybe they have to use the tradesman’s entrance?
We spent another couple of days in the Whitchurch Arm where Catty enjoyed roaming the nature reserve and last night the little toad didn’t come in until 10 pm as she was too busy hunting, not that she caught anything.
Yesterday we caught the bus up to town again with the same helpful bus driver who seems to be able to drop his passengers right outside their houses. We had lunch at The Anchor where Joy had a bacon & brie sandwich and I had a very generous cheese selection.
Unfortunately, this morning the fuel boat was still a day behind us so we headed off for Grindley Brook and completed the six locks so easily we decided to carry on back to Wrenbury and were moored up before 2 pm. A total of 7 miles and 10 locks and despite a wait to go down the Grindley Staircase our average speed was 1.57 mph or 3.82 lock/mph. That was due to slick lock operation and co-operation with other boaters, not speeding!
Coming into Wrenbury we passed through the penultimate signature lift bridge on this canal, this one is usually open and the next one is electrically operated.
I was delighted to see this farm too with some classic tractors and a Austin Cambridge in the yard; Joy used to drive one of those when I first met her.
This evening we re-visited The Dusty Miller pub and enjoyed another of their fabulous meals. Tomorrow should see us back on the Shropshire Union and off to pastures new, well not quite, but for that we will have to think back to 1987; more of that in due course.
From Chirk Bank we made a 9 o’clock start and retraced our way back to Ellesmere, passing Frankton Junction where the bridge numbers jump from 1W to 69. The 10 mile and 2 lock trip took just about 4½ hours which was about ½ an hour quicker than going the other way. I suppose that those 12 million gallons of water which flow down the canal every day are bound to have a noticeable effect on your speed and probably your fuel consumption!
We passed this old sheep wandering about the towpath; as it was near houses perhaps it’s somebody’s pet ?
We’re now back in the Ellesmere arm where shall spend a couple of nights and restock the cupboards.
We’ve just met up with Jon & Hannah on their fuel boat nb Mountbatten but unfortunately they are waiting for a fuel delivery so we hope to catch up with them again in a few day’s time.