Yesterday we just hit a one-hour window of fine weather, long enough for us to move from our mooring outside the Anchor Inn, turn around, and cruise in to “Barlick”, mooring up opposite Silent Night’s truck park.
Salterforth Bridge pontoon moorings
Unusual for a canal side pub, this one pre-dates the navigation…
Moored up, just before the heavens opened again.
This morning we tried, and failed, to avoid the rain again, although we didn’t do too badly…
Off at 10:40, again the early rain cleared, we passed the site of the now-plugged leak that affected the water levels for the last week or so.
We weren’t here while they did the work, but the normal procedure is to dig out the bank behind the copings to a depth lower than the canal, then tamp a plug of puddle clay into the hole, sealing the leak. It’s effective, puddle clay, to a depth of one or two feet, is what the channel is lined with after all.
Heap of clay ready for use last week.
This wasn’t the only leak, it appears. Further along, near Bridge 154a, they’ve used another method, lifting the cobbles from the surface of the old wharf and piling “crinkley tin” across the breach.
The steelwork will presumably be cut off below ground level and the cobbles relaid.
We were filling with water at the top of Greenberfield Locks when a heavy, half-hour shower blew over, but by the time we’d done it had mostly cleared to the east, just a couple of drizzly spells dogged us as we dropped down the three locks.
A feeder from Winterburn Reservoir flows into the canal above the locks
Greenberfield Top Lock
A mason’s mark is exposed as the middle lock empties
The drizzly spells were annoying, but they did give us some spectacular rainbows…
There’s a double one here, just a faint echo off to the right of the main one.
When the canal was constructed Greenberfield Locks were actually just off to the north, a triple staircase. A bridge which crosses the abandoned line can be seen at the lower end of the picnic area.
The old line below the locks can also still be seen.
The locks were replaced to save water on the summit pound, Staircase locks, although fast to pass, are notoriously wasteful.
A proposal to construct a branch NNE to Settle from the top lock never came to fruition. It would have carried limestone from the quarries there.
After the locks we toddled on, the weather steadily improving to leave us with long sunny spells. The canal twists and turns around the rounded hillocks.
Blue skies, but the grey clouds are lurking…
Must be East Marton…
More doglegs the other side of East Marton took us to our mooring for the night, a regular stop up here.
Tomorrow we’ll aim for another gap in the weather to tackle the 6 locks at Bank Newton.
Following Mo’s sad death, Ness has reluctantly decided to put Balmaha on the market. It’s a beautiful boat, well looked after. If you’re interested have a look…
Thanks for the comments, Ade, Chas and Carol. It’s still working….
Hi Mike. Thanks for putting me right. He did well then, didn’t he. Escaping with his harem!
Locks 3, miles 8½