Somehow we managed to miss Cwm leaving and had to negotiate ten locks on our own – all set against us! Six of the locks are known as Slattocks or Laneside locks – why on earth they have two names I don’t know. At the top we found Cwm moored happily with Ian and Polly (Ian’s wife who had joined him last night) having lunch! We had thought we would stay on these moorings for the night but they were right beside a busy road and a service station. Ian said that they were moving on too so we managed to get our acts together for once and both set off at the same time!
An overspill weir under a road bridge
hit Rochdale, fortunately the canal runs to the east of the town and, in fact,
you wouldn’t really know you were anywhere near a town of 96,000+
inhabitants. Richard wanted to visit B
& Q and fortuitously there were some moorings close by so he ran across the
road and got what he needed.
|The new canal under the M62|
I had to laugh at a paragraph written in the Pearsons guide. “The Pennine hills – which have been shadowing your progress out of Manchester like Red Indians keeping tabs on a wagon train – begin to let themselves be seen: intimidatingly, you have to cross them!” How true!!!!!
destination was Littleborough where there are moorings however on arrival these
were taken by a couple of boats all locked and deserted so we went up through
the Littleborough Bottom Lock and moored on the lock waiting bollards! As we hadn’t seen another boat on the move
all day we weren’t worried!
|Old mill now converted to flats|