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I was impressed by the
Bridgewater canal. It was started in 1759 and
was the first canal to be built along a man-made
course entirely independent of natural
waterways. It was built by Francis Egerton, the
Duke of Bridgewater, to carry coal cheaply from
his mines at Worsley to Manchester. It is wide
and deep with solidly engineered environs which
belie its ripe old age. It has the feel of a
more modern waterway. We journeyed east as far
as Stockton
Heath where we 'winded' (a canal term for
turning around) and retraced our route back to
Northwich through the blasted industrial
wastelands of the Cheshire salt mines.
Passing our original launch site on a grey day with the huge salt factory belching steam beyond, we headed for Middlewich where a branch canal leads across to the Shropshire Union canal. We were intending to travel to Chester where my brother Michael and his wife Angela were to join us for a week's vacation. We found Middlewich to be jam packed. It took us three hours to traverse the four town locks. With another day's delay to fix things on the boat, I became concerned that we would not be able to make it to Chester in time, so we changed the pick-up point to Nantwich. We then had plenty of time to explore Nantwich which is an attractive market town with numerous black and white half-timbered buildings in the Tudor style. It was destroyed by a devastating fire in 1583 but Queen Elizabeth I came to the rescue and helped rebuild the town in the style of the day. A thriving market operates in the town square on Thursday morning and all day Saturday, offering all kinds of fruit, vegetables, and local cheeses and pies. The town also has more Indian restaurants than Delhi, or so it seemed.
We were moored next to a couple who had also just taken delivery of a new boat. They had tried to take it through nearby Hurleston lock and it had stuck fast - the boat measured 7 feet 1 inch wide. Looking along the gunwale, we could clearly see how the boat bulged out in the middle like an old bathtub. They were totally disconsolate, as I would have been. They had no recourse but to return it to the broker and start afresh. The hull was built by Liverpool Boats, one of the most prolific builders in the business, who should have known better. I later saw other Liverpool boats which did not exhibit the same bulge. Anyway, it put our own minor new boat blues in perspective.
With Michael and Angela aboard we greased through the
aforementioned Hurleston bottom lock with at least half
an inch to spare, and were off into Wales on the Llangollen
canal, reputed to be the most scenic canal on the
system. After the Middlewich experience, and knowing
that we were on the most popular canal in Britain during
peak season, we were expecting a huge amount of traffic.
We were pleasantly surprised. There were, by and large,
no queues for locks or for the lift bridges which are a
feature of this waterway. The canal begins by meandering
for miles through totally rural scenery, seemingly
avoiding any sign of civilization. A resident heron
guards every section. Most fly up and circle lazily to a
new vantage point as each boat approaches, but a few
stick their ground and watch closely as you go by. Wild
and domestic animals abound. Ducks, moorhens, coots,
sheep and cows all use the canal. We pottered up the
Prees Branch which terminates in a little nature
reserve. Here Barb joined the 'falling in club'. She
landed heavily with one leg in the water and hit a metal
retaining wall painfully on her crotch. She was bruised
and limping but unbowed.
The Llangollen is unusual in that it flows like a river. It carries water down from the River Dee to the population centers of the Midlands. All the locks have bypass weirs which were running quite heavily and made steering into the locks quite difficult as the bow was caught by the wash from the weirs. The only towns of any size are Wrenbury and Ellesmere and we stopped in both to stock up with supplies. The only major delay was at Grindley Brook locks where a hire boat had sunk in one of the lock chambers. It took British Waterways four hours to pump it out and move it so that we could be on our way. The steerer had allowed the stern of the boat to hang up on a ledge (called the 'cill') which projects out under the top gates of each lock. The cill is a hazard when locking downhill because the stern of the boat can get hung up on it and, as the water drains out, the boat tilts and the bow disappears under water. Quick action by the crew operating the lock can save the situation but apparently in this case they had not noticed what was happening.
Hurleston Top Lock |
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Basil Blocks the Cut (1) |
Basil Blocks the Cut (2) |
Ange, Barb & Lift Bridge |
Grindley Brook Gongoozlers |
Exiting a Lock |
The Proverbial Duck |
After Ellesmere, the hills of Wales appear on the
horizon, and the character of the canal changes. It is
forced into places no waterway should have to go as it
enters the Welsh mountains. Tantalizing glimpses of
green valleys below are seen through the trees as the
boat winds a torturous path along the hillsides.
Suddenly, the canal crosses the Chirk aqueduct, a mighty
stone structure carrying the canal over the River
Ceiriog. Right next to it but slightly higher is the
equally impressive railway viaduct. Then into Chirk
tunnel and out into a deep cutting with Chirk station
conveniently adjacent. Then another short tunnel and you
emerge halfway up the side of the Dee valley, clinging
to the edge.
Chirk Railway Viaduct CLICK on any IMAGE to ENLARGE |
Waiting to Enter Chirk Tunnel ... and Out of the Tunnel |
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View of the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct |
In the Trough |
Flying Above the Welsh Countryside CLICK on any IMAGE to ENLARGE |
Cruising |
After Pontcysyllte, the canal does a sharp left turn and enters a narrow and shallow channel which takes it all the way to Llangollen. In places, the channel is too narrow for boats to pass and Michael ran ahead with a walkie-talkie to clear our passage. The current is quite strong as the stream is now confined by the narrows. Finally, the canal arrives above Llangollen, having traversed 12 miles of the most difficult terrain without the benefit of a single lock. There is a brand new marina here now with plenty of room and electrical hook-ups for the boats. There is a 5 pound a night (max 48 hours) charge for mooring but it is well worth the cost.
I had not been to Llangollen for many years and I am impressed. It used to be a pleasant, sleepy place with not much happening but this summer it was crammed with people having a ball. There are several excellent places to eat, the Dee rushes hastily through the town center and there is a steam railway which snorts up into the hills and back. The annual Eisteddfod in July featured Joan Baez and numerous classical concerts. We suffered the stiff climb up to the ruins of Castell Dinas Bran and were amply rewarded by sweeping views over the town and valleys. We moored overnight and would have liked to have stayed longer but Michael and Angela were at the end of their holiday and we had to take them back down to Chirk where their car was parked at the station.
A few days later we found ourselves in Nantwich again waiting to meet my other brother Nigel, his wife Sandra and son Josh who were to join us for an eight day trip down the Shropshire Union canal to Birmingham. The 'Shroppie', as it is affectionately called, is a later canal with many impressive engineering works. The early canal builders constructed contour canals, which wound around the hills on convoluted routes to reach their destinations. By the time the Shroppie was built, engineers had developed the cut and fill techniques that were later to be used so effectively on the railroads. The canal travels in long straight lines over massive embankments and through impressive cuttings with high bridges carrying roads aloft over the waterway. The downside of this form of construction is that, to this day, embankments tend to leak and collapse and cuttings tend to erode and collapse into the water. We saw several examples of this during the wettest summer on record, though fortunately none halted our progress. The locks on the Shroppie are gathered together in flights with long pounds (lengths of canal) in between. This promoted the efficient operation of working boats, which would deploy crews to go ahead and set the locks in advance of the boat, a practice which we followed whenever we could. It is a waste of water and bad manners to set a lock against a boat approaching in the other direction so we were always careful to give way to oncoming boats if the lock was set in their favor. One such flight is at Audlem, a pleasant village with a general store, a post office and a canalside pub. We moored for the night on a nice quiet mooring above lock 14. Market Drayton, further south, was not so impressive - a run-down scummy place, according to my log. Church Eaton was another disappointment. We walked a mile into the village and found it to be dead. The pub was closed, nobody about, and no shops. Brewood was an excellent mooring with shops and services in town and a charming pub.
Sandra, Josh & Nigel |
Nigel Waits for a Lock |
Shropshire Union Scene Shroppie Bridge |
The Famous 'Telegraph Pole' High Bridge CLICK on any IMAGE to ENLARGE |
We put in long hours with Nigel and Sandra because we wanted to make it through the dreaded Wolverhampton 21 and on into Birmingham while we had help. We also had to take another day off at Brewood while Vinny and I worked on the boat. The 21 locks at Wolverhampton are in a single flight and run through a seedy industrial area beloved of vandals and graffiti artists. The locks are protected by anti-vandal padlocks which make them even slower to operate. In the event we did the flight in about 3 1/2 hours although we were following another boat which meant that every lock was set against us. I once did the flight in 2 hours but that was long ago when I was twenty-something and in the company of a gang of fit young reprobates.
At first, the journey along the BCN (Birmingham Canal Navigation) is much as it was on that trip 40 years ago. Factories still line the banks, though most have turned their back on the canal and erected steel fencing along the former wharves. Their products now disgorge on to the roads in articulated trucks instead of into boats. The French upgraded their canals over the years and they are still commercially viable and ecologically sensible modes of transport. With a few exceptions, the British have not, and are paying the price in clogged highways and excessive pollution. The Brummie yobs still throw all their trash in the canal and we had to stop three times to clear the prop of plastic bags. On the 1967 trip we collected a steel cable which stopped the motor dead and required a set of bolt cutters, borrowed from a construction crew, to cut it off the prop. Fortunately, nothing like that happened this time.
There are some fine old buildings along the route and several great examples of cast iron bridges built by Horsely Iron Works and others. At Spon Lane, we passed under another section of the BCN, a rare 'canal flyover'. There was a railway station built on a bridge over the canal with commuters waiting for their train idly watching us from the platform. In another weird vignette, I saw a women being frogmarched off by a policeman. She was waving and laughing at us and he was grinning broadly as he took her away. Drunk? I don't know. The air hummed around us with the sounds and smells of commerce. Trains roared alongside the canal at breakneck speed. It was a far cry from the solitude of the Llangollen. There are more miles of canal in Birmingham than in Venice and we hope to explore them all one day. We did leave the Main Line to do the Icknield Port loop and the Soho loop, which passes alarmingly close to Winson Green prison. Somebody threw a rock at us from a bridge but it missed. There are several islands on the Main Line which are the sites of former toll offices. The passages past them are very narrow and Sandra and I bumped almost all of them. We worked hard all day, cruising from 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. and covering a record 25 locks and 20 miles from Brewood to Birmingham.
Suddenly we were in the heart of Birmingham in one of the finest canal settings in the country. The whole area around Gas Street Basin and Farmers Bridge locks has been rebuilt with the canal as the central feature. Old warehouses have been turned into pubs and cafes and the Mailbox, a modern shopping complex, looms above. The bridges are ablaze with flowers and lights. We moored right in Gas Street Basin underneath the Hyatt hotel. The place buzzed with activity, especially at night when the locals poured in to enjoy the clubs, restaurants and bars that line the old wharves. We spent an enjoyable three days there even though it rained most of the time. We later met other boaters who think Gas Street has been ruined by development but we liked it and were impressed by the careful juxtaposition of old and new. In the 60's it was a dangerous and seedy area largely cut off from the city.
My cousin Selwyn, whom I have not seen for years, came to visit us for an afternoon. Nigel and family left, and our friends Stacey and John came and took us by car to Worcester to see their house and cats, gaze at the swollen River Severn and to eat in a nearby restaurant. Stacey is an American actress, comedic author and radio personality and John is a Brit who animates the Harry Potter movies, among other things. We returned on a late train, somewhat tired out by the constant company. We were glad to be alone again. We spent a solitary Sunday in the rainy and deserted gloom of Gas Street before getting our toilet tank pumped out on Monday morning and heading off through the narrow Worcester Bar and on to the Worcester and Birmingham canal. August was waning and the weather began to improve. September was mostly fine and sunny.
We slowed down now, as we suddenly had plenty of time to reach our winter moorings by mid September. We dawdled down the North Stratford canal, in open country again. A beautifully maintained set of locks, the Lapworth flight, leads down to pretty Kingswood Junction where there is a link to the Grand Union canal and the South Stratford continues down to Stratford-on-Avon, Shakespeare's birthplace. There are several barrel-roofed cottages at Lapworth, built by the canal company to house their workers. They made the roofs barrel shaped, the story goes, because it was a familiar construction technique used on the bridge arches. We debated which way to go and decided not to go to Stratford, as it would have added a week of heavily locked cruising and put us behind schedule a little.We visited by train instead.
The Falcon, Stratford |
Anne Hathaway's Cottage |
Carousel in Stratford |
Barb in Stratford-on-Avon |
Stratford Pub |
Gas Street Basin, Birmingham |
Another View of Gas Street |
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Next we turned on to the Grand Union, a wide canal which runs all the way from London to Birmingham and was 'modernized' in the 1930's with 14 feet wide locks and bridge holes. Larger barges can travel all the way from the Thames almost to Birmingham, but not quite as the modernization program was never completed. In spite of its status as a 'canal freeway', the GU has some very beautiful stretches and is quite as scenic as some of the more popular routes. We stopped here and there at a village we liked, found a nice pub to eat in, the 'Tom O' the Wood', and generally took it easy.
At Hatton, we moored above the locks and walked down the flight. An intimidating spectacle it was, too; white balance beams stretching forever down the hill, enough to 'strike fear in the heart of the most experienced boater', as our guide book put it. These are no piddly little narrow locks, either, but 21 big double wide Grand Union locks with huge gates and hydraulic paddle gear. Barb was suitably impressed.
The next day we locked down 18 of the Hatton Flight in the company of another Roger, his wife Jane and their daughter and his boyfriend. We were glad of the help. We traveled 'breasted up', or tied together. I had never tried this technique before and it worked well until we met two boats coming up with only a short pound between locks to maneuver. One of the oncoming boats did not allow us enough room and Roger threw his helm over and powered up to avoid him. This caused Basil to ram the lock entrance hard. On balance, although breasting up saves a little time in flights, I don't think I'd try it again.
Barb was sore but very proud of herself by the end of the day, as well she should have been. These are no easy locks and the Wolverhampton 21 was a comparative doddle in retrospect. Roger and Jane had two cats and two kittens on board their boat and that evening we watched fascinated as they 'trained' the kittens to return to the boat in a crisis. Their older cats freely roamed about at night. It would have terrified us, not knowing if they would return, but they said they always did.
Next day, we negotiated
the remaining Hatton locks and
the two Cape locks and moored up
near Warwick.
We really liked Warwick and
stayed there three days, looking
at the Castle,
walking the river Avon and
exploring the town. Barb got her
hair cut. One day we took a
Chiltern Railways train to Stratford
and had a very pleasant day
being tourists, watching the
boats in the canal basin and
lounging in the sun in Nash's
garden, an Elizabethan garden
right in town.
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All too soon we
arrived at Stockton locks,
the last locks before our
permanent mooring. Our
mooring at Ventnor
Farm Marina is great,
with sweeping views of the
Warwickshire countryside. It
is run by Paul Flude, a
visionary character who has
created a nature reserve
with boats, basically. The
boats are not crammed in
like a lot of marinas and
there is no hire craft
operation to destroy the
tranquility. Each pontoon
has water and electricity on
tap and there is a lounge,
toilet and laundry on site.
We are in a new section
which will not have those
facilities for a year, so we
had to walk half a mile to
the older section. There is
a dry dock, toilet pump-out
and diesel supply in our
section. The marina does
have a few problems for
those few of us who don't
have a car as it is a 50
minute walk to the nearest
shop, pub or bus stop. Paul
had said that someone could
run us into Rugby if we
needed such a service but
when it came time to ask he
ordered us a taxi which cost
an alarming 22GBP ($44) for
the 9 mile journey.
Liza Moore joined us through Napton Misty Morning |
Kingswood Junction Braunston Junction Sunset at Ventnor Farm Marina |
Moon |
Once here, I slept for 12 hours every night for several days. The weather is still hot but it cools down at night and winter will soon be here. We hope Basil won't be too lonely and cold and we will be back in June for more adventures on the Waterways of England.