Not wanting to get hooked up in Friday evening traffic we toddled back over to Ingleton from the Bentham health centre to have a cup of tea with grand-daughter Melanie and two of her girls (they’re young women now, really), leaving at just after 6 o’clock. Another 2 hour drive saw us back at the Selby, in time for Mags to watch the soaps on +1.
Cracking quote from Corrie's David Platt after Kylie whacked obnoxious Callum with a stilson wrench. They’re going to dump him in the canal – “How many bricks does it take to weigh down a drug dealer? Shall I Google it?” Magic.
Having had a large lunch neither of us wanted more than a sandwich, but we had to try a slice of another birthday cake, baked for Mags by Nickie, another of Mags’ array of grand-children.
Another Happy Birthday Margaret!
Mags brings Seyella through the swing bridge just above Selby Basin
It’s quite a busy bridge, this. But being a Saturday morning we only held up half a dozen cars, sundry pedestrians and a handful of cyclists…
Between a pair of those flood-defence wells that allow water to pass under the canal.
The untidy pile of white bags on the roof is a quarter ton of smokeless fuel. Being in a good spot for a delivery I’d rung around the local coal merchants and arranged a delivery of 10 bags of Excel for the very reasonable price of £85. What he didn’t tell me was that the bags wouldn’t be sealed… So they’re stacked a little haphazardly to prevent the contents from spilling and rolling around on the roof. I’ve yet to sort them out.
Good moorings next to Burn Bridge.
A bit noisy though from the busy road passing over the bridge, and less attractive now that the pub is boarded up!
The original bridges are a mellow sandstone, with the towpath running through on a narrow ledge with a handrail.
This one’s still got it’s rope roller to protect the stonework from boat ropes, but how they got the horses along that narrow step is beyond me!
There is an alternative route over the end of the bridge so maybe they took the horse over that and hooked him up again on the other side. They’d have to, wouldn’t they?
Although it was a grey morning it didn’t deter the local glider club…
…nor a float plane heading off somewhere.
We pulled in on the moorings above the lock at West Haddesley, at the River Aire end of the canal. No point in rushing about at this stage.
There are four routes open to us to rejoin the main network in the Midlands. We could retrace our route up the Trent to Nottingham and the Trent and Mersey, or head west from Castleford to pick up the Rochdale or Huddersfield Canals. But we’ve decided to have a gentle cruise over the top via the Leeds and Liverpool Canal. It’s six years since we last went that way. Should be fun.
Locks 0, miles 5¼