(Retrospective post for Saturday18th May)
|The really rather lovely "Swan"|
The electrical charging system on Flamingo doesn't seem to be performing quite as expected, and having already discovered some slight anomalies by the use of a voltmeter at various points on the system, Alan decided a bit of further investigation needed to be carried out, if only to rule out anything obvious.
|This site is being developed - we hope this survives.|
|An unwanted stone attack - fortunately no serious damage done|
|On the "Rochdale 9" some locks are cranked rather than pushed open.|
|Typical of the modern buildings as you climb the Rochdale 9|
|Attractive rail bridge on the Rochdale 9.|
We carried on to Castlefield Basin, in the hope that we might be able to moor in Central Manchester, but there were no spaces left. There was only one thing for it, up the Rochdale Nine to the Dale Street Basin, which is where we will need to set off from early on Monday morning.
|Arrow marks where thde River Tib asses under the canal (see below)|
Eventually we got into the first lock. This is not an easy flight, so we decided that Alan, who is the most experienced steerer, would stay on the boat, and David and I would work the locks. The dogs would need to get off and walk up the flight with us. I tied them up beside the lock and immediately they were surrounded by young women from the bar by the lock who wanted to pet them. This is bliss for the dogs, they can take any amount of fussing.
|This building looks impressive on the street side.....|
|...........but nothing like as impressive at the back!|
|Not many factory chimneys left here now|
There was a brief moment's interlude. Canal Street, that you pass about half way up the flight is Manchester's 'Gay Village'. There is a fairly high wall along the side of the canal, which people passing up and down Canal Street peer over to watch the boats going past. From the canal you can't see much except the tops of people's heads. There was a fairly raucous hen party sitting outside one of the pubs, and they began screeching loudly. David and I were a little surprised, so stood on the lock gates to see if we could work out what was going on. What we could see was the tattooed torso of a male stripper performing for the hen party. "David, you're taller than me, has he got any kecks on?" I asked. "I can't see," replied David, "I suspect not, given the screaming, but I'm not sure that I want to know."
|A select area we are passing through!|
|One of the last locks is entirely underground|
Lymm to the top of the "Rochdale 9" in Manchester
Miles 14.8, Locks: 9
Total Miles 158.0, Total Locks:98