Today the sun was shining again and we went out for the day.
Our first stop was the Balsall Heath Library which is an impressive Victorian structure with equally impressive helpful staff. My mission was to borrow some books on the contemporaneous Moseley Road Baths next door. These were opened in 1907 and share many design features with the Victoria Baths in Manchester. See my blog from 2010
There are three doors for
1st Class Men
2nd Class Men
Women
Second class pool is the only one in use since 2003 |
Next stop was Birmingham city centre to visit the first floating market comprising roving traders from the canals.
No cheese boat or fudge boat but Pam's fused glass jewellery appeared popular
No cheese boat or fudge boat but Pam's fused glass jewellery appeared popular
About a dozen boats were moored outside the museum in the Dudley Tunnel arm.
For other boats to enter the museum wharf and lime kiln arm the lift bridge had to be raised which I have not seen before.
This also allowed boats to escape too.
John Pattle executed a remarkable turn in his tug Pacific towing a butty of passengers which drew applause from the onlooking visitors.
Tunnels under Dudley Castle were dug to extract lime for the iron smelters before they were linked up to form a canal link between Tipton and Netherton
Originally 13 construction shafts were sunk but all but three have now been filled in. Water percolating through the limestone creates colourful deposits in these shafts and down the tunnel walls.
By the time we had taken the last tunnel tour of the day we were getting tired and we walked back to Tipton Station for the train to Birmingham New Street.
The station entrance for platform two is spanned by an arch depicting local industries.
Platform one - for Birmingham - is approached under a similar arch where the sculptures recount the life of William Perry, the Tipton Slasher.
Once we arrived at New Street we decided to eat out as we would arrive back at Gecko rather late for cooking.
Behind New Street station is Chinatown where we have eaten a few times. On this occasion we did not fancy the buffet and chose instead to try a little noodle shop which was half full of Chinese diners which we felt augured well for the food. If you have eaten in China, as we have, the usual fare of sweet sauces is rather jading. The Cafe Soya on Cathay Street is quite unlike this. The food is simple, authentic and served with quiet competence. Quite a revelation and a splendid close to our busy day.
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