Journey Through Nelson on The Leeds To Liverpool Canal

After an evening of two ‘youfs’ careering up and down the towpath a few times on scrambler bikes (no crash hats), we decided to up ‘pins’ to another mooring. Surely whatever’s ahead can’t be so annoying.

Nelson’s a lovely Pennine village, though sadly swamped by old and now derelict properties of ‘Smith & Nephew Medical Fabrics Ltd’.

A local told us the old buildings are now slowly being transformed.


This building below looks like it’s been cleaned up and transformed into super apartments. See the bottom right of the building…

…this unique apartment has a wonderful ‘add on’!

Jamima Puddleduck and her family were ‘spied’ being in residence.

Weather’s not been great at all, Pendle Hill can hardly be seen under its cloudy hat.

Just love to see ‘history’ in architecture – the wear and tear of rope! Rope being attached to barge horses and used for pulling the old barges along.

We’re now moored almost outside of Reedley Marina – tomorrow we’ll be ‘booking’ into our reservation.

Reedley Marina to the left.

Yesterday we travelled 3.5 miles, no locks or swing bridges. Mooring with great digital TV signal, 35 Mg of WiFi.

Today we’ve stayed put, and weathered the cloud bursts!

Treading Water

Next weekend we’ve been invited to attend a family celebration, which means we’ll have to leave Cyan in a secure place. The nearest marina from where we’re moored at the top of Barrowford locks, is Reedley Marina, which is the other side of Nelson, less than 4 miles away. The very friendly staff at the marina have booked Cyan in from Thursday till Monday. We’ve also booked a hire car to take us from Burnley to the celebrations. The sort of hire company that “picks you up and gives American customer service… etc.”

This has given us the opportunity, which I’ll gladly take, of a postal address for the purposes of doing a bit of internet shopping. Using the car, John will be able to shop for oil, and oil filters to perform an engine service at some point. We’ve also got an empty gas bottle to exchange for a full one, and we’ll need to fill up with diesel. The last time we brimmed the tank was just above Bingley Five Rise. It’ll be interesting to see how much diesel we’ve used since then.

The weather has been abysmal, and the laundry basket has grown to an alarming size so before we run out of clean clothes I’ll be availing myself of the marina’s laundry.

This all sounds like a plan!

Because of our plan, we’ll be ‘treading water’ for a short while, therefore we’ve decided we couldn’t moor in a better place than top of the locks at Barrowford for several days.

The mooring at the top of the locks are brilliant, with both rings and bollards. We couldn’t see a notice telling us how long we could stay, though another boater mentioned the moorings used to be ‘residential’, when CRT decided to ‘auction’ the moorings, there were no ‘takers’. John did chat to a CRT employee who said our moorings were fine and to stay put.

Wish there were more information signs around the waterways like this one, it’s brilliant. It’s got a little bit of history, a map, a list of businesses and shops which are noted on the map, and a special section with telephone numbers for doctors, dentist, and tourist information.

There was also a separate notice with handwritten information of what birds and other wildlife had been spotted around the locks that week.  (I should have taken a picture of that duh…) The notice is updated by a Lockie who’s a keen ornithologist.

A Canal and Riverside Trust ‘roadshow’ was set up for a morning at the top of the locks. CRT are trying to make the public, especially children, aware of the dangers surrounding the canals, particularly swimming in the locks, as well of course promoting the many positives of visiting canals. Now that school’s out, CRT are doing all they can to keep everyone safe during the summer holidays. There is an offer of free ice creams to draw the attention of children to their message.

John did have a discussion about the blue-green algae in the water. Though typically, John made a suggestion that warning notices about the algae should be dated. The notices could be thought as being ‘old’ news and ignored. Believe the suggestion was noted.

There’s a lovely walk around the reservoir at the top. Though we’re surprised to see it half full. A local said there’s a leak in the reservoir at half point, to plug the leak will cost many millions of £’s, therefore the authorities have decided having a ‘half full reservoir’ is not a problem, and have drained the reservoir to half full.

The blue-green algae gets everywhere.

While at the mooring we were terrorised by a single swan. Don’t know what happened to her mate, but my goodness she was aggressive. John thought it was no wonder she’s ‘single’! At one point she stopped Rusty from boarding Cyan. I had to chuck a slice of bread to get her away from the back of the boat, giving Rusty time to jump on.

Talking to John while on board, I absentmindedly flapped a hand about, unfortunately it was near to the open hatch doors. It’s such a shock and a heart stopper when the swan stretched her neck and nipped my fingers from outside of the boat.

I’m pretty sure she’s mastered the art of ‘reading’ boats, detecting any movement inside; the movement is quickly followed by her tapping on the side of the boat asking for food. Rusty was demented by her beak tapping, think he thought she was trying to get inside Cyan.

There was another ‘family’ that was terrorised by the ‘demented’ swan, it was a mother duck with her two almost grown ducklings. The ducks were pretty, yet very nervous. We’ve no idea what breed they are. I’m going to ask on the RSPCS’s forum, and hope to report back. Anyone got an idea on the breed?

This morning we moved down through the locks, though not before using the services at the top of the locks, and filling up with water.

Picture taken from the second lock from the top.

At the third lock a Lockie joined us to help – that’s always a joyous sight! The Lockie had a mate at the bottom locks, who had set the locks for us to go down.  In no time we’d dropped down the 7 locks.

The 2nd Lockie asked where we were heading for, I told him we were heading for Reedley marina for Thursday, so we’d be taking our time. He suggested we wouldn’t do any better than staying on the moorings at the bottom of the lock, as mooring around Nelson wasn’t advisable (?).

Here’s our mooring for the night. The picture is of a beautiful widebeam, coming out of the locks.

Today we’ve done about half a mile and 7 locks. Digital TV’s very good. WiFi 18 Mg.

Look At Me Ma! We’re On Top Of The World!

We left our weekend mooring at Foulridge Wharf after filling up with water, dumping the rubbish, and using the Elsan services. The weather hasn’t been brilliant, but that didn’t deter the hardy ramblers of the Pennines, it appeared there was a constant stream of walkers, dogs, baby buggies, bikes, and some of the bikers were children, streaming past Cyan. It was lovely to see happy families.

Cafe Cargo in the old warehouse looks to be vibrant, with lots going on; it’s much more than just a cafe, see their website.

While filling up with water, a little ‘Princess’ with her Mum passed, she was going into the cafe. On complimenting the little princess on how pretty she looked, she was wearing a crown, and her best ‘princess’ dress. The little girl giggled, she was having a great time. Mum said it was her last day in the ‘centre’ (Cafe Cargo), and they get to wear what they choose today. The little princess starts school in September. There was that little tug at the ‘old’ heart, seeing that it wasn’t so long ago that this was our world too. Now with the passage of time, we’ve a wholly different life.

In the picture above, ‘Marton Emperor’ is moored. It’s a licensed trip boat, and was busy over the weekend ferrying parties of happy diners up and down the canal.

Even though the sun was shining hot, we put on our jackets, and headed round the corner for our passage through Foulridge Tunnel. We’ve been warned that it’s ‘raining’ inside the tunnel.

As a ‘by-the-by’ we’ve been thinking why is this area called ‘Foul Ridge’, as it’s nothing of the sort, the area is very pretty. My ‘friend’ Google explained that the name came from two old Anglo (Saxon) words, fola (foal) and hyreg (ridge); meaning it was a ridge where young horses (foals) grazed.

As soon as we were round the corner, the mile long Foulridge Tunnel appeared. Beneath the two traffic lights, that are on red, you can just about see the ‘light at the end of the tunnel’.

At this end of the tunnel, the lights turn to green at the ‘top’ of the hour. It’s takes around 25 minutes to pass through the tunnel. At the other end of the tunnel, the lights will be on red, only turning to green at ‘half past’ the hour. Besides the traffic lights, it’s common sense to double check there’s not a boat in the tunnel before you enter.

As soon as we entered the tunnel, Rusty trembled. No matter what soothing words or hugs he received, it didn’t make any difference. I blame Standedge Tunnel for this, passing through that tunnel traumatised him, it’s traumatised John too!

We were soon out, into the glorious sunshine again.

I’m not sure if this ‘pea soup’ is that blue-green algae that is so poisonous to dogs. Think it’s best to avoid any contact with it though.

We’ve now moored up at Barrowford’s Visitor Mooring at a beautiful tranquil place at the top of the seven Barrowford locks, further more we are in Red Rose county, Lancashire!

We’re not sure yet whether we’ll go down through the locks tomorrow, or wait a day or so. It all depends how we feel! 🙂 At this minute we’re enjoying being on the summit of the Trans-Pennine Canal.

Today we’ve travelled a mere 2 miles, through a 1 mile tunnel, we’ve got brilliant digital TV, and over 35 Mg of Wifi!


Foulridge Limekiln

We moored just across from the Foulridge Lime Kiln. Today the Kiln looks almost like it did when it was first built.

On the site there’s a sign, explaining the kiln’s history, with a drawing showing how lime was created.

Copies from the sign:

The Kiln probably dates to between 1790 and 1796 when the local section of the Leeds & Liverpool Canal was constructed. Enormous quantities of lime were required to make the lime mortar used in the building of the canal locks, wharves, ridges, tunnels and reservoirs, and for the clay lining to the canal bottom.

The Kiln is one of two built at either end of the Foulridge Tunnel, doubtless by the navvies engaged by the Leeds & Liverpool Canal Company.

In the early days limestone came from Lothersdale by ‘Lime Gals’ (Galloway ponies) via Black Lane Ends. Other limestone carries from Skipton and the Craven area came via the old packhorse track at Tuber Hill. When the canal opened supplies came came from Barnoldswick where a branch was constructed from the main line of the canal into the Rainhall quarry so that limescale could be loaded directly into the barges from the working faces.

The nearest coal seam was at Marsden (Nelson) but with the rough track and steep hill to traverse, a pair of heavy cart horses would do well to transport a ton of coal a day. After 1796 it was easier, and cheaper to bring coal from Burnley by canal.

The opening of the waterway saw an expansion of neighbouring villages and towns which led to an ever increasing demand for lime. As well as being used in mortar for building, lime was used for plastering and in the form of a lime-wash to waterproof walls and lighten interiors, in agriculture as a soil improver and in the preparation of hides.

The Kiln was capable of continuous production and appears to have operated until the late 1860s when the Rainhall quarry closed.

Coal and limestone layers were dropped from the top into the kiln.

That’s Us Moored Up For The Weekend

Tesco delivered yesterday, which could have been a bit of a disaster seeing I hadn’t noticed new gas pipes were being installed outside the front of the Anchor Inn, and the temporary traffic lights made it impossible for the Tesco delivery van to park near Cyan. The driver was so obliging, parking across the road from the Inn; he made three trips with his barrow to bring 13 crates of shopping to Cyan. Every Tesco delivery driver we’ve had has been so helpful. Top marks Tesco! Hope the delivery will last us the month, baring shopping for fresh fruit/veg, milk, bread and eggs as we travel along.

Despite having a full boat of food, we kept our date with the Anchor Inn for two steak lunches. While waiting for lunch John was taken down the cellar to see the stalactites (growing down) and the stalagmites (growing up). Fascinating stuff, and if you’re in the area, I’m sure the Inn’s staff would be pleased to show you too.

Couldn’t help but snap the old picture of the Anchor Inn that was framed on the wall. The picture is (probably) of 3 generations who owned/lived/worked at the Inn.

Tried to decipher the sign:  Anchor Inn – William Wid??? – Licensed Vituallar – of Foreign & British Spirits – Ale Porter & Tobacco

The blue-green algae has been a bit of a worry, we’re no experts of course, but it looked like Cyan was surrounded with the stuff. Rusty can be a little excited getting off and on the boat, several times he’s jumped off when he wasn’t supposed to and ended up in the water. If he tried one of his ‘tricks’ here, it could be the end of him!

We’ve also noticed quite a few dead fish in the water. When John mentioned the dead fish to a fisherman, he explained the fish probably died because they are now spawning. Apparently fish spawn among reeds and roots on the canal edge, the vigorous process of spawning results in damage to the fish, leaving an open wound for infections to kill them. Or…. could it be the green-blue algae that is killing them? We’ve probably seen about half a dozen largish dead fish, even though we haven’t really been looking for them.

We’ve tried to take a pic of the algae, and you can just about see it. It appears similar to an oil slick on the surface of the water.

On the towpath, under Salterforth Bridge by the Anchor Inn, we snapped this plaque explaining how the wooded rollers (mentioned in our previous post) worked.

I’ve deciphered the painted wording, copy typing it below:

When the canal turned a sharp bend, as at Salterforth, it was difficult for horse-drawn boat to steer, and the tow rope would pull the boat into the bank instead of around the corner. To stop this from happening, vertical rollers were fitted to upright wooden posts, the tow rope passing across the rollers and keeping the pull on the boat such that it was not a problem for the boatman steering the boat.

Tow lines would rub against the bridge arch after horse had passed underneath. This caused grooves to be worn into the stonework. Vertical wooden rollers were fitted to most bridges to stop such wear. The iron bearings for the wooded rollers guard irons often survive, though most of the rollers have now disappeared. Here they have been renewed.

This morning we set off for a two mile cruise to Foulridge Wharf, where we’re now moored on the 72 hour mooring. We’re right next to the services, rubbish and water. So when we leave here on Monday to go through the mile long Foulridge Tunnel, Cyan will be well prepared for our continued journey.  We’ve taken to being attached to the bank at weekends, leaving the canal to hire boats and weekend boaters. Plus, this weekend I believe is a F1 Silverstone weekend, Wimbledon finals and the second test against South Africa! (note from John; there is also the 6 hr endurance sports car race at Nuerburgring.)

Here’s a few snaps from our journey, including ‘evidence’ that we’re now crossed into Lancashire from Yorkshire.

County Border – Lancashire Yorkshire

Here’s us moored up till Monday – we’ve a lot to explore.

Our view from the back of Cyan

Today we’ve done just over 2 miles, no locks, fair digital TV, 12 Mg of WiFi.

Enjoying The Curly Whirly

We left our pretty moorings rather later than we planned due to the wet weather.

We’d planned to continue our journey on Sunday, but Sunday’s weather was grey and wet. We eventually untied from our mooring after lunch on Monday. John made good use of Monday morning before we left to dismantle the plumbing in the bathroom. We knew there was a slight leak, which had been bugging John for weeks, if not months. After mopping up water under the bathroom floor, John eventually discovered a joint from the shower drain was the culprit. So despite the horrible weather, Monday morning was a success.

We pootled round the ‘Curly Whirly’ of the Leeds to Liverpool Canal, and stopped to take on water for half an hour, continuing on until we moored at the bottom of the Greenberfield flight of three locks. We’d intended to climb the locks Tuesday morning. But what a day Tuesday was! It was wet and cold, and raining quite heavy at times, for over 24 hours. There was nothing else for it but to light the fire, bake a batch of scones, and cuddle up to the TV to watch Wimbledon.

Despite the weather, there were some hardy boaters climbing up and down the locks. John shouted to one crew that he could tell ‘proper’ boaters on wet weather like this. The crew preened themselves on their sacrifice, that was until John added that proper boaters are holed inside their boats supping tea in this wet weather. Luckily by their laughter, they understood the joke.

From before 5 a.m. the sun has been gloriously shining this morning. While John was tucked up in bed (he’d had a upset tum in the night), Rusty and I had a lovely early morning walk under bright blue skies, and warm sunshine. When we returned John was dressed, and had washed up. He was looking and feeling a lot better. We decided to make our start to the day.

Cyan was soon prepared for our journey, and her ropes untied, while I set the first lock. As if on que, just as I opened the gates for Cyan, another boat joined us. It’s always good to share lock work. On the way to the next lock a lockie cycled down the towpath, he stopped to add Cyan’s C&RT number to his iPad. We’ve been ‘logged’ several times over the past several months. Obviously we’re being tracked.

At the top of the locks we stopped to use the services, empty the rubbish (which was collected in a very obscure place), and to enjoy a magnum ice-cream each, bought from the coffee shop.

We are now at the summit of the Pennines, the highest part of the whole canal system.

Passing another bit of Canal history, this wooden roller was used to help handle horse towing ropes.

We stopped again at Coates Bridge (#154A) for an hour or so while John visited a petrol garage with a Spar shop attached for bread, milk, eggs, and one or two other things. He noted that on the other side of the road from the garage, there was a building site, with a huge sign saying a new Lidl was soon to be built there. I’m making a note just in case we return to the area one day.

We’re now moored for the evening outside the Anchor Inn (just after Salterforth Bridge #151), on a ‘2 day’s visitors mooring’. As we’re really low on supplies, I thought this is a good spot for a Tesco delivery. So I’ve been busy on-line shopping, and Tesco delivers tomorrow.

We’ve promised ourselves lunch at the Anchor Inn, they have an all day ‘special’ on Thursdays, it’s a steak dinner for two, including wine for £25.

There are notices along the canal, not from C&RT, but from ‘Public Health Information’ warning of ‘blue-green algae‘. The notice is warning people not to go swimming in the canal, and to keep dogs away from the water. Within 15 minutes of a dog ingesting the toxin, of which there’s no antidote, the dog’s liver could be destroyed, obviously killing it. It’s serious stuff.

On Monday we travelled 2.5 miles, with no locks. WiFi 50+meg!

Today we’ve travelled 3 miles, and 3 locks. WiFi 30 meg

Wish The Weather Would Make Up Its Mind!

Poor Cyan’s had a bit of a hard life since the Spring. She took several nasty bumps to the left cant rail when going through 2 tunnels on the Llangollen, and more recently, when going through Standedge Tunnel the side got badly scratched within the decorative paintwork.

So on Friday, seeing the weather forecast predicted fine weather for a couple of days, I thought it was a good time to do some repair work. Friday saw me busy with sandpaper, red-oxide primer, and a role of masking tape. I sanded the damaged areas, getting down to the bare metal, and roughly sanded ‘good’ paint areas to make a key for new paint. Where there was bare metal, I gave the area two coats of primer, and I covered the red coach stripe with masking tape, protecting it from the blue paint I’ll be using.

John removed the three loops on the top of the gunnel that gave us a problem in a lock last week, leaving an area that needed primer and painting.

Then the heavens opened, which wasn’t supposed to happen according to BBC Weather, and the Weather Network’s websites.

Rusty’s not the only one fed up with rain either!

Yesterday morning the weather was glorious, and the canal looked ethereal due to a mist rising over the water. It didn’t take long thanks to strong sunshine, for Cyan to dry.

After I painted the blue cant rail, up to the masking tape that was over the coach stripe, I pulled off the tape, and was ‘blank blank’ annoyed to find the masking tape was taking off some of the paint underneath. It wasn’t supposed to be like this!

Fast forward several hours, and red, blue, black and off-white paint pots and brushes. The whole fiddly mess was sorted! I even got a “Well Done” from he that doesn’t do painting.

On top of that, Rusty got to have some fun too.

You can’t really see Cyan, but trust me, she’s moored at the other side of the field. It feels very odd to watch boats (seemingly) glide through a field.

The pic below shows a bit of canal history, the post is positioned on a bend, and was used to help horses pull boats round a hard bend. There’s evidence on the post of rope burn grooves.

Wild flowers galore along the banks. I even saw a huge hare last evening, he was massive!

Apparently, today there’s a Grand Prix in Austria, a test match at Lords, plus I’m sure there’s a tennis player John can support at Wimbledon, which means we’ll be staying put for another day!

We’ve a plan to move through the three Greenberfield locks tomorrow. Once through we’ll be on the summit!

How Quick A Disaster Can Happen

For some reason we both didn’t sleep too well last night. On the bright-side it gave us a chance to watch a very peaceful day break with a cup of coffee. The weather was drizzly and fresh. Some would say it’s the best part of the day, waking up with the birds, when all the world appears to be still.

We had a leisurely breakfast of toast; which was made ‘magical’ by the antics of what looks like a red squirrel (Google told us there are red squirrels in the area). I never knew squirrels could hang upside-down by their tails. Our squirrel did, while he stripped the seeds from a sycamore tree. No doubt to store for the winter – or is too soon for that?

We had intended to climb 3 locks before mooring. The last of the three locks being Stegneck Lock (#35). Reading one of our books “Canals of Great Britain, A Comprehensive Guide” the book said, quote:

“The top lock of the flight is Stegneck, where a mentally handicapped trip boat got caught on the cill in 1998, and then dropped free, drowning four of the party. This was the first inland accident investigated by the marine accident people, and resulted in the Chief Inspector of Marine Accidents, Rear Admirable John Lang, having to do some hasty reading on canals.”

We met a lovely couple, Sue and Dave (hope I’ve correctly remembered their names?) who were going up the locks, so we paired up, sharing the locks and the work!

When we reached Skegneck lock, I was a little mindful of the people who lost their lives at this lock. Dave and I opened the side sluices to raise both boats, as soon the boat’s bows were out of danger of being flooded by the gate paddles, we started cranking the mechanism… until a loud shout from John “STOP”… Cyan had managed to hook her gunnel under a ‘lip’ in the lock wall and she was tilting over as the water level was rising. Luckily by the time Dave and I had gathered our senses to stop water entering the lock, making the situation worse… Cyan managed to break free of the ‘lip,’ not before the tilt had reached an alarming angle!

It really is scary how quickly disaster can happen. We escaped without any damage, except for a bent staple or loop on the top of the gunnel. The left of the picture shows the bent staple, and the right shows how it should look. We’re really pleased the staple ‘gave way’.

Our maps had shown there were moorings after the 3 locks. When we got to the area, the moorings were ‘long term’. There was nothing left for it, but for us to continue to climb (with Sue and Dave) the Bank Newton Locks, a flight of seven.

Quite a few boats were coming up and down the locks, and we were organised by a lockie on a bike! His main aim was to try and save water.

We’re not quite at the top of the Pennines yet, we’ve got 3 locks (Greenberfield) to rise yet – even so, the views over the Pennines are breathtaking. We’ve found a lovely secluded mooring.


Today we’ve travelled just over 3 miles, 10 locks, and we’re moored where we can get Sky News, and WiFi is 45 Mg.

What A Wet Day!

Today we’re sitting tight, it’s raining, and intermittently quite hard too. We might even light the fire later on, just to take off the damp edge.

We had a lovely stroll around the beautiful village of Gargrave yesterday, I was hoping to find the Roman ruins of Kirk Sink, a second century villa, probably built by a ‘Romanised Briton’.

What we did find; were these lovely stopping stones over the River Aire which runs through the village of Gargrave (as does the Leeds to Liverpool Canal). The stones look to be mill stones, perhaps they are mill stone rejects? Funny I can’t find any reference to the placement or the age of these stepping stones on the internet.

Just had to take a picture of the roots of this tree, it looks like the tree has grown through the wall of a building. Amazing how the roots have twisted themselves through the stones. The tree looks (to me) to be a ‘field maple’, but don’t quote me…

This picture below was taken from a bridge that is slap in the middle of Gargrave. As I said, the village is so beautiful.

Off We Go Again!

We’ve been moored on the outskirts of Skipton for about 6 days, and have become to love Skipton despite the bad weather. The town has an abundance of local shops. It’s been fun shopping for the ‘bits ‘n’ bobs’ on our ‘mental’ shopping lists.

Within a stones throw of our mooring was a fantastic park, where Rusty could have a full-stretch run of his legs, careering after his ball. He’s also made friends with a group of doggy chums.

The weather over the week has been abysmal, and I think there was a spell where it rained for 30 hours non stop. I’m sure farmers and gardeners were grateful. We’ve been sensible and stayed tucked up inside Cyan.

Friday evening after dinner we were compelled to take a stroll into town. The weather was pleasant and we were being drawn by the sound of loud music and people enjoying themselves. We found the source, it was a pub; but it could have been coming from several pubs, such was the buzz in Skipton. John had a great time listening to the ‘King’ blaring, while relaxing over a pint in a pub garden. People are so friendly, though Rusty’s good at ‘breaking the ice’, and we struck up a conversation with RSPCA official who took a shine to Rusty.

John had seen a statue from afar, it’s a statue of a cricketer; and being a cricket fan, we just had to find out which Yorkshire cricketer.

Obviously Freddie Truman was a local cricketer, but the only relationship to Skipton we could find; was that he married his 2nd wife in Skipton’s registry office. Such is the irony that he advertised cigarettes, and he died of lung cancer, rather like the ‘Marlboro Man’. John’s got happy memories of him and his Dad listening to the radio in the early hours of the morning to broadcasts of games between England and Australia.

A few days ago, Terry who’s the owner of ‘Alfie Narrowboat’, contacted us through this website. He  was heading towards Skipton, and hoped we could meet up. Alfie and his ‘travelling’ friend (on another narrowboat) moored up next to us. Terry complimented ‘’, and wished he had the same to write his adventures on Alfie’. Within hours was born.  Terry is now busy recording his story to  It was lovely to meet Terry and Meg his little furry friend, and swapping ‘boating’ stories.  Have a great journey Terry! No doubt we’ll cross paths canals again.

Yesterday (Saturday) morning was a bright, though breezy day, and it was time for us to move on. It’s always an exciting time setting off on a new ‘experience’. We left Skipton with a promise “We will return!”

Weather was rather breezy, and several times Cyan was pushed ‘off course’ by a sudden gush of wind.

We are now deep into the ‘Yorkshire Dales’ and what a glorious sight it is too!

Fascinating; miles and miles of beautiful dry stone walls.

Because it was so breezy, I was pleased to do all 3 swing bridges, and 3 locks.

At the second lock we met and shared locks (2 and 3) with a lovely couple from Tucson, Arizona. They have their own narrowboat which they live on and tour for 3 months of the year. While it’s great to share lock work, it’s really fun to meet people, and learn about other people’s stories.

We moored (for the next few days) at the top of Higherland Lock (#32), in the village of Gargrave, where we’ve a plan to explore the village tomorrow.

We cruised 4.75 miles, 3 locks, 3 swing bridges, and moored where WiFi is on fire! (over 50 Mg)