My meeting in Manchester was in Dale Street. Some of you might remember stopping here on the Cheshire Ring to buy the license to descend the Rochdale Nine from a little hut in the car park.
After my meeting, therefore, I walked down to the bottom of the street, where it meets Dulcie St.
My train had brought me into Victoria Station and as I made my way I spied this pub with he odd name:
The Lower Turk's Head
I wonder how that name came about.
What indeed is a lower Turk's head?
|Starting the Rochdale Nine in 2017|
There is still a car park at the junction of Dale St and Dulcie St but the area does not have the aura it had in the 1970s. I always found it a little foreboding, like buying a ticket for hell.
The start of the Rochdale Nine always seemed to be cloaked in dark mists and shadows but perhaps my memory is playing tricks on me.
|Entrance to the Ashton & Peak Forest Canals in 2017|
And the Ashton Canal seemed never seemed any more inviting.