Looking back to where we were moored
Approaching the first of ten locks for the day
Water pouring in over the top of the lock gates; hopefully we won't have problems with low pounds today
Walking along the towpath Mike pointed out this large boat in a paddock
A.Beatha approaching lock 62
Perhaps belonging to someone with delusions of saving the animals two by two?
Railway bridge, engineered by George Stephenson.
At the top of the lock in the pic above a dog walker came past and stopped to say that he had drained and opened a gate on the next two locks to make them ready for us. How nice was that and it saved us a lot of time. I won't think nasty things about dogs walkers and dog shit for the next three days at least - or until one of us steps in some!
It's a very English sort of rain, neither one thing or another, just wet
The top of the Slattocks (said to be a Lancastrian corruption of South Locks) flight and our destination for today - hooray.
Waiting for Lock 54 to empty while A.Beatha rises in Lock 55 below, tended to by Tim and Mike.
Having departed Lock 54, Lawrence motors off in to the distance to moor up in front of the other boat while Mike and I close the top gates.
Walking up to the mooring we passed this house with a very dodgy roof, tho Mike assures me it is most probably watertight!
We were moored up by 11.45 and about 1.00pm we ambled up the towpath to the Hopwood Arms for a long lunch followed by a very lazy afternoon; gathering our strength for another biggie tomorrow.
Our first real view of the moors ahead. For most of the day they were just a faint gray outline.
2 miles, 10 locks, 2hours 40 mins. - the locks were so much easier today.
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