Salterforth Anchor

Our friends Maggi and John popped in to see us today on their way south from Edinburgh and we went out for dinner.  After much deliberation we settled on The Anchor Inn in Salterforth. One does not usually associate anchors with the canal although, after the waves whipped up by gale-force winds this morning, we might review our mooring equipment.

When the canal was built in the early nineteenth century this inn was on a drovers' road and was one storey shorter than it is now.  The canal embankment obliterated the road and the ground floor of the inn: the first floor became the new ground floor and another storey was built on the top.

As you travel south in England the price of pub meals increases  whilst the chance of home-cooked food decreases. After a superb meal we were treated to a tour of the old ground floor. (now the cellar)

The original front step can still be seen but now it leads down to a cellar under the new (200 yr old) road.

Over the past 200 years water has seeped through the lime mortar of the cellar roof and created the most amazing hollow fillament stalagtites.

Some of them have now reached the floor and merged with their stalagmite counterpart.

On our way home in the dark and vigilant for any new dog poo we encountered a new hazard: jumping turds.  Closer inspection revealed that I was not suffering from too much Thwaites Wainwright Bitter: it was frogs' night out.

Remembering John Whitehouse

Pink Poo

One of the hazards of travelling the canals is the mess let by dogs.  Some sectors of the dog-owning community seem to consider the canal towpath has been provided for their own personal dog bog.  The provision of free bags and bins prompts no modification of behaviour in these repulsive creatures (I'm not talking about the dogs). Today, when we moored we took the usual precautions of checking the location of any dog poo and marking it for avoidance with our can of pink spraypaint.  When we left the boat an hour later there was fresh mess right where we step off the boat.  I make no apology for the revolting picture above - none was made to us when it was deposited.

Canal Photography Competition

THE JOHN WHITEHOUSE MEMORIAL MEDAL 

Camera On The Cut

Photographic

Competition

Competition launches on

Thursday 11th April 2013.

 

Closing date Friday 6th

September 2013.

* Entry forms available at any

Sandwell Library

First Prize

£75 and Medal

An original photograph taken in Tipton on the theme ofcanals.

Second Prize

£25

An original photograph on the general theme of canals.

ORGANISED  BY

Tipton Community Association

* I will e-mail an entry form if you  send me your address

Keep to the Footpath !

We decided to stay in Foulridge for another night and took the bus to Barnoldswick - Barlick  to locals.

Before that we walked up to the Lower Foulridge Reservoir which feeds the L&L canal summit.  I set off wrapped up with scarf, hat and jacket.  By the time we reached the reservoir I was carrying them all: it was absolutely glorious and the scenery was consequently all the more beautiful.


The overflow sluice on the left was not running but there was a steady but unimpressive flow from the controlled sluice.

We took a differnt route back and found the souce of the waterfall in the tunnel yesterday.

This is one of the ventilation shafts for Foulridge Tunnel.

Remembering our country code we all kept to the footpath and used the stiles provided.

Hot Choc in Skipton

We are now on the summit of the Leeds & Liverpool Canal: it is bitterly cold and blowing a hooley.  There is still snowdrifts along the hegelines.
We have our grand daughter with us for a few days  and it is the first time she will have travelled on the boat: Not the best introduction to boating. We are planning only to go through the Foulridge tunnel and moor on the wharf at the eastern end.
As every canalboater knows, tunnels drip water even in the midst of a drought and we caught our fair share including three quite substantial episodes under the air vents.  Passage of the tunnel takes about 15 minutes and the one-way traffic is controlled by traffic lights at each portal.  On emerging in Foulridge the sun was shining and the wind had dropped: Are we in Yorkshire already?
keen not to squander this sample of summer, we made a quick sandwich and took the bus over to Skipton. where the sun was still shining but the wind had not abated. First call was for a hot chocolate in the little coffee bar near the bus station.  

I do not know the name but it is easy to identify - just look in the window for a 1950s decor.This colour  was called shocking pink in its day and, interlaced with lime green, it is not exactly restful.

 

There is an upper room with a jukebox and the range of drink flavours is extensive.  This is just the hot chocolate list: they also make milk shakes and smoothies.

We're Off!

Barrowford Reservoir May 2010

I knew it was our day to set off when I awoke this morning: we have had three days of glorious sun and today is cold, overcast and very windy.  Leaving Reedley Marina we turned right and headed towards Leeds.  We planned to stop at Morrisons in Nelson for provisions but the wharf was occupied by a hire boat form Silsden and we could not get in to the bank. The wind and cold increases as you ascend the seven locks at Barrowford to the summit of the L&L canal. Whilst we were in  the first lock the hire boat from Morrisons caught up with us so we waited in the second lock and helped each other up the remainder of the flight.
Barrowford reservoir is fairly full: when we were last here three years ago it was almost empty and restrictions were placed on the operation of the locks culminating in the closure of the canal in August that year.
see photo, left.






That is not the only change from 2010.

These sunken boats are no longer littering the canal as they were then.

Dead Man's Penny

Thanks to our friend Sue, I learned recently that the Dead Man's Penny awarded to my Great Great Uncle has been lodged in the museum in the town where he spent his short life.  He was born in 1890 but died on 5 November 1916.

Photo: Commonwealth War Graves Commission

Where in the Somme he fell and where he lies is unknown but he is remembered on this memorial between Bapaume and Albert, and in his home town.

The Thiepval Memorial was designed by Edwin Lutyens as the Memorial to the Missing of the Somme: it bears the names of more than 72,000 officers and men of the United Kingdom and South African forces who died in the Somme sector before 20 March 1918 and have no known grave. Over 90% of those commemorated died between July and November 1916.

Photo courtesy of Fi at Chesham Town Museum

The WWI Death Plaque to  use its correct title was issued to the next of kin of servicemen (and later, women) who had fallen in the Great War between 1914-18. Cast in bronze its colour was reminiscent of the old penny and was commonly called the Dead Man's Penny.
People of my age will remember using coins to measure:  the tanner was 3/4 inch in diameter; the ha'penny was one inch and the penny was 1.25 inches.  This plaquette is about five inches in diameter. It would have been accompanied or preceded by a memorial scroll and a letter from Buckingham Palace.  In the panel to the right of Britannia holding an oak twig is cast the name of the deceased.  No rank is indicated as no distinction is made in the sacrifice made.  This principle is continued by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission who maintain war graves all over the world. Below the lion, and rather difficult to see on this photo,  there is another lion tearing to pieces the German Imperial Eagle.
1,355,000 plaques were issued using 450 tons of bronze and continued to be issued until 1930 to commemorate people who died after 1918 but as a consequence of the war.  Of the total made, 600 were for women and the inscription which runs round the rim - HE DIED FOR FREEDOM AND FOR HONOUR - had to be modified as there was insufficient room on the original to add the letter S .  This was achieved by making the H narrower. Until 1919 the casting was carried out in Acton but from 1920 the work moved to the Royal Arsenal at Woolwich. These later castings can be identified by WA and a number on the back.

The Future is NOT Orange

For the past ten years my mobile communications have been provided by Orange (now EE).  At the renewal of each contract I was offered services and benefits to retain my custom.  About five years ago the incentive was FREE FOR LIFE  HOME BROADBAND.  Initially this was limited to 500mb but at my last renewal this was increased to unlimited use. 
A good deal? 
I thought so unitll February when Orange decided that
Free for Life  = until we change our minds.
Suddenly I have to subscribe to Orange landline telephone package to retain this benefit. Unfair business practice?  Of course it is: lawyers confirmed that headline offers cannot be removed in the small print. That did not seem to worry Everything Everywhere (what a stupid name!) 
So EE have lost another customer.

Leaks & Liverpool Canal

Over the last two weeks the water level at our mooring in Burnley has fallen by about eight inches (20cm): one boat in the marina is now sitting on the bottom.

Last week CaRT (the rebranded BW) drained this section of the L&L canal in order to repair a leak. When I took this photo on Sunday the work had stopped, presumably because it was complete.

Howver the water level has fallen faster since then.


Two weeks ago the jetty was a step DOWN from the stern deck.

This week I was hoping to remove rust and repaint the black band below the gunwhale but I cannot get to it now.