I’m departing from the normal post, trying my hand at something different, as you’ll see in a mo., but first some photos around Glasson.
There was a boat coming up into the basin for the dock as I took Mag for a walk around on Saturday morning.
Motor Yatch Tenacity of Bolton coming up the lock……
….And into the basin.
This lot would have been relieved to see the lock cleared; they’d been milling about in the sea breeze waiting for their turn to go down.
Going in circles….
The black clouds looming dumped a couple of short but heavy showers on us, but had cleared by the time we were ready to move off.
Looking across the Lune estuary, with the tide coming in.
Anyhow, here’s what I promised…
We had guests for our trip up from Glasson
Up the locks and on t’main line
With Johnny and Val, Mike and Yen
We were sure to have a good time.
Johnny inspecting the dilapidated lower gates on Sixth Lock
The rest of the crew.
The little chap is Harry…
We made pretty good time up the lock flight
With a willing and able crew
Filling the locks and pulling on gates
I had little or nothing to do!
Yen making friends with the swans
Coming up the flight
The paddle gear was hard work… for some!
We got to the top feeling peckish
And spied out a fine mooring spot
Mags provided a wonderful repast
We all ate rather a lot….
First lock. Job done, time for lunch.
Grub up!
Meg and Harry playing
Mike wanted to read us a poem
Big fan of Mike Harding, I think
He got on the boat to fetch out his book
Then got off and stepped in the drink!
One leg was wetter than t’other
The scrape on his shin was the worse
Yen took him inside and cleaned up the cut
Mike said she’s a wonderful nurse…
Ouch!
With dry socks, clean pants and some savlon
He was feeling much better for sure
So he set out to read us the poem
Set during the Napoleonic War
T’was ‘bout Boney’s defeat at Wigan
(I didn’t know he’d got that far West)
It told of defeat and disastrous retreat
I guess ole Mike Harding knows best…
We wended our way down to Garstang
Where we dropped off our “crew for the day”
Fine food, good weather, great company
I mean, what more can you say…
There you go. Willy Shakespeare eat your heart out…..
It was a great day. The weather was good if a bit breezy, and everyone enjoyed themselves.
Yesterday it was the turn of Mag’s grand-daughter Nicky and family.
We had Nicky, Arthur, Ben, Marcus and Jasmine for lunch, and they stayed most of the afternoon. Another good day, and once again I forgot to take any photos. A shame, watching the kids feeding the ducks was particularly memorable….
Thanks for coming to see us, you lot.
So far it’s been a quiet day, no visitors yet…..
Thanks Roger for the interesting comment on the last post. I guess much the same sort of thing went on when rail superseded water….
Hey, Mich. We’d moved away from Glasson by the time I picked up your comment. Shame, I’d like to have tried them. Next time…
Since Friday, locks 6, miles 10
I’m running The Great North Run to raise money for Macmillan Cancer Support.
1 comment:
He's a poet
and does he know it?
of course he does!
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