No mean task!
The
water, blue under a clear sky, was strewn with noisy water-fowl.
The
edges of the lake resembled a primeval swamp
...the
lift-bridge next to the would-be marina
To
another lake, Scotman's Flash.
...the
bottom gates, being very heavy, are closed by means of a chain
attached to the end of each balance beam, wound up by a winch.
At
this lock, you had to cross via the busy road bridge.
The
bottom gates here had, of necessity, very short beams...
...the
Wigan Pier area. It was dismal.
...we'd
moored in a winding hole!
...we moved up 50 yards and joined the end of a line of several more boats.
Dean
Lock
...the
hose is a nice bright yellow colour so that it's not difficult to see
Appley Locks
We
finished for the day at Ring o' Bells bridge, next to the eponymous
pub.
...that
afternoon we moved a mere 250 yards to a spot immediately
beyond the
last of the permanent moorers.
Taylor's
Farm Shop was much bigger than I had expected.
...the
junction with the Rufford Arm
Burscough Wharf
The
land becomes very flat, the woodland has all but disappeared,
and
there are stretches where the canal is very straight.
We
moored well short of our expected destination.
Maghull's
not the grey lump it appears to be on the map.
It
was a peaceful haven where we moored at the end of the day.
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