We got up early to look at Saltaire. I'm not going to tell you about it however it has an interesting history, and is socially conflicting for those with a political bent, and is worth reading about.
The Uniting Reformed Church
A dummy cart alley between the houses
A typical street front
The view to the moors across the River Aire. Titus even built a little cog railway up to the moors so the inhabitants of Saltaire could enjoy walking and picnicking up on the moors.
I think this is the Recreation and Education Institute so his workers could educate and improve themselves. He was the first Mill owner to build a school for the education of the workers children. And he was one of the first to prohibit child labour in his mills and decreed that the kids had to go to school until 12 or 14yo before being able to work in the mills. It even has a bar now, called 'Don't tell Titus' (he didn't provide any liquor outlets for his workers)
Some of the parkland and playing fields he built for the residents of Saltaire. Saltaire is now a thriving village in its own right. All the mill buildings and other large buildings house buisnesses, galleries, restaurants, shops etc. if one had to live in Bradford, this would be the place.
We returned from Saltaire and immediately pulled the pins to continue our journey.
Looking back through the bridge to the top of the Dowley 2 rise. It was hard work on my own.
Coming into Bingley
At the bottom of the Bingley 3 Rise, not a lockie to be seen. I had to climb to the top of the locks to fins three young lockies, all on their phones and none of them looking up or down the canal. Give me an older lockie any day.
At last, at the top of the 3 rise. What an awful journey. The lockies had less than half an eye on the job and the boat got really bashed around in the locks.
Here's one still on his fucking phone and not taking any notice of what he was doing.
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