History

After several holidays in hire boats, we were keen to take the next step and buy a boat of our own. We thought it would be many years before we could afford it, perhaps by way of a timeshare first. However in 2017 my mother Eileen Secker sadly died at the age of 89. Her legacy enabled us to think about getting our dream boat straight away, and after flirting with the idea of a new build we decided to find a second-hand one which suited us, and where someone more experienced had made sensible choices. Eventually we found the Silver Kroner, bought her and renamed her in honour of Eileen, who would have very much enjoyed the joke embodied in the name.
Showing posts with label Worsley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Worsley. Show all posts

Thursday, 18 October 2018

Running the Gauntlet


Having the dogs with us constrains the places we like to moor – specifically towns and cities where we can’t let them out of the boat without their leads. This means both Wigan and Manchester are big no-go areas. In addition we don’t really enjoy mooring anywhere on the Leigh branch, either of the Bridgewater or of the L&L. The banks are very high and steep, and in general it doesn’t feel friendly. So we were reluctant to make a short trip through Wigan and then stop very early. On the other hand we couldn’t just do a normal run, as that would mean mooring somewhere in Stretford or Sale. So we decided to try for the double jump, and see if we could blitz through both conurbations and get out into the country beyond Sale. That would also give us an easy trip home tomorrow.










It was a beautiful clear day, and in late October that meant a frost, with ice on the woodwork of the stern, and mist rising from the canal as we set off, a beautiful sight. We made a good start, getting up the first two locks with no problems, and as we approached the third, after Wigan Pier, a C&RT workman, who was doing some maintenance on the lock, waved us in and worked the whole thing so Loulie didn’t even have to get off.

We did the final lock upwards in Wigan, and then came to the junction and turned down the Leigh branch. Now we were going downhill, and after dropping through the first lock with no trouble, we came to the final one and found a widebeam just going in ahead of us. Although it is a double width lock it can’t take anything else alongside a widebeam, so we had to wait. Loulie took all four dogs and walked on ahead, while I waited for them to finish, and then worked Eileen down on my own. It’s the first dock I have done solo, and it is fine as long as you take care and think things through, but there’s no doubt it takes longer.

I then set off in hot pursuit, and picked up the landing party after a couple of miles. We were going as fast as we dared, and we caught up with the widebeam at Planks Lane lift bridge, where they were about to go through. As the wife was working the bridge and he would have to pick her up after closing it we asked if they minded if we passed by and headed on, as we were in a hurry.

Now there were no more locks or bridges ahead of us, and virtually no traffic, so it was just a question of keeping our speed as high as we could. The canal on this branch has high, concrete or metal sides, so the usual concern about creating a wash and damaging earth banks does not apply. The main cause of delay was moored boats, where we had to slow down, of course. At first, looking at our Pearson’s Canal Guide it seemed we had far too much to do, based on his time estimates for each page of the route. However it turned out that he had been far too generous with his estimates and we were taking much less time than forecast, so we could still just make it if we hurried.

We came through Leigh, then through the open countryside until we reached Worsley, Barton and Trafford Park. We arrived at Watersmeet a little before five, and now we were confident that we would at least reach the countryside, if not our preferred spot by the Bollin Aqueduct. Sale is long straight and boring, and the Sale Cruising Club occupies a large percentage of the bank, obliging us to slow down often. Eventually we got through and out into the open as the sun slipped below the horizon.

We still had about twenty minutes to go, but we resolved to reach the Bollin, and the twilight was OK for navigation, especially as there were no other boats. Still, we had the headlight on by the time we reached our mooring point, and tied up. It was about 6:40, and we had covered 28.9 miles, easily our best for a single day. Scrambled eggs and bacon, both from Yates Greer, rounded off a tough but fun day.

Today: 9.7 hours. 28.9 miles. 6 locks. 1 bridge.
Voyage: 48.2 hours. 108.4 miles. 30 locks. 26 bridges.


Saturday, 13 October 2018

The Pennington Dog Poisoner

We were expecting today to be non-stop heavy rain, but we really needed to get through the Manchester urban sprawl to find a mooring that would suit the dogs. So I decided that I would just put on all my wet weather gear and endure it, so that we would have a run through Wigan tomorrow.

However, when we got up it was only raining lightly, and even that dropped away quite soon. By 10:00 it was quite pleasant, though the wind was stronger than we had expected - we were quite happy to trade that for a dry day. So we set off, and soon we were into the built up areas, Altrincham and Sale. Although James Brindley's canals tend to be very twisting, following the contours, the stretch through Sale is dead straight, because this area was flat empty farmland and moss when the canal was built. It only grew into the major population centre that it is now during the late Victorian era and the early twentieth century, as a commuter belt for Manchester. Although the straight, wide canal is rather dull, it does provide perfect conditions for rowing, and we saw a quad scull just being taken out of the water half way along.

The A56 north of Sale
Graffiti in Stretford
We moored near Sale town centre to do a bit of shopping, and Loulie walked the dogs. We then carried on north, and soon came to Waters Meeting in Stretford. Here the canal turns north west towards Worsley, and the other arm goes north east into the centre of Manchester. We took the Worsley direction, and had another couple of miles dead straight, through industrial estates around Trafford Park. We passed the Kellogg's factory, where until the 70s grain was delivered by canal from Liverpool, and a strong smell of baking filled the air.

Waters Meeting

Kellogg's Factory Canal Entrance
The Trafford Centre
We could have moored at the Trafford Centre to do some more purchasing, but we kept going, and crossed over the Manchester Ship Canal on the Barton Swing Bridge, a remarkable aqueduct which can swing, like a huge bath of water, if a tall ship is using the canal below. You feel very exposed high up in the air - the bridge isn't much wider than your boat and you are very close to the edge.


Barton Aqueduct
Lighthouse at Monton
After that we sailed through Barton and up to Worsley, past the mine entrance which provided the whole purpose of the canal in the first place. On the way we passed under the Liverpool-Manchester railway - the first proper canal in Britain crossing the first major railway. The canal water around the Worsley area is a strange ochre, from the dissolved minerals coming out of the mine - the canal literally goes right into the workings, and they used to have boats on several levels underground.

Worsley Delph
Zoomed in on the mine entrances
Leaving Worsley
Winding Gear (preserved) at Astley Green
Sign at Bridgewater Marina

We were now going pretty much west, and the strong south wind was blowing off the towpath, so that when I stopped to let Loulie off again with the dogs we had a bit of a struggle to keep the boat in to the side. We were starting to think about somewhere to stop, but the canal here has clearly been improved in recent times, and the banks are very high and hard concrete or steel pilings, not an attractive place to moor. So we continued, coming in to Leigh which is very much an old industrial Lancashire town, with large factories in various states of decay or restoration, and terraced houses right down to the canal bank.


Old factories in Leigh
In Leigh we reached the end of the Bridgewater Canal, where it turns into the Leeds and Liverpool - this was once a key link in the canal network of North West England. It's not very dramatic, just a notice on a bridge - but from this point on the bridges all have numbers, not names. The wind was getting very strong now, and at one point a fluky gust off a building caught us from the wrong side and we were stuck against the bank for a few moments.

Sculpture at the joining of the canals
End of the Bridgewater


Waterside pub in Leigh
After leaving Leigh we were back out into more open country - pockmarked with remnants of the mining industry, hills which were spoil heaps and flashes where water has filled the subsidence of the land. This has been made into a country park, and we moored in the middle of this. Loulie took the dogs down to the flashes for a swim, and only afterwards saw a notice about toxic blue-green algae in the water. A worried call to our out-of-hours vet brought the information that if they weren't showing symptoms by now then they were OK - the algae is at its greatest big risk in hot dry weather. So we settled down for the night, though it is going to be bumpy - the wind is strong and blowing us off the bank, so our mooring ropes constantly pull us back with a thud.

Today: 7 hours. 20.1 miles. 0 locks.
Voyage: 13 hours. 33.1 miles. 0 locks.