Absolutely locked out!

Today’s weather was pretty dire in places with intermittent pouring rain, and, prior to setting off on the incredible lock challenge, we had a huge hailstorm which delayed our start until just before 12. As we'd been told it would only take about three and half hours to do the locks, with the assistance of the lock keeper (as suggested in the Nicholson's Guide!), we thought we'd have plenty of time to get to Wigan for Lisa's train at 1840hrs.

Hail stopped play!

So much for that predicttion! The lock keeper was a nice enough man when I walked down a few locks to meet him earlier in the morning, and he suggested he'd be out to assist us by setting some of the locks when he heard our engine running; but when it came down to it we'd done about five locks before we saw him again and then all he did was close one gate behind us and continued assisting another boat going up the flight, as that would’ve taken him back to his office so reasonable enough. Bless him, he can't help everyone.

The bollard at the top lock after years of rope burns

Into the top lock and the long descent commences ...

The lock keeper's hut; but where was the 'helpful' lock keeper when we needed him?

Past the 'Commercial Inn' pub

Bless this old chap walking in the rain - his Pit Bull Terrier was trying to stay under the trees

At least the rubbish was only 'by' the canal, not in it this time!

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As we'd passed a boat ascending the flight, we were hopeful that the remaining locks would be in our favour - no such luck! The lock gates were so leaky that by the time we got to the next one it had almost emptied itself and only two were nearly full out of the next 17! So we had to fill and then empty most of them all the way down ...

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Ah well, Barry and I found a sort of system which worked to a fashion, but each lock was slightly different so we had to be very flexible. I’d cycle down to the next lock while Barry was sorting out the one before. Then as he drove into the lock, I’d bike back up to the last one to close the gates and then cycle to the one after Barry to start that one. I don’t think I’ll be able to move my arms tomorrow, I feel completely locked out!

Looking down towards Wigan; not even half way there yet!

One after the other constantly

Father and son having a bonding day fishing

Heaving the gate closed,teeth gritted; some of them are really hard to shut

Get on yer bike ...

Lock after lock after lock, will they never end ...

British waterways rock & block storage area!

Since the locks were built a bridge has appeared so the gates are now closed with a crank handle and gear system - actually much easier and saves the pressure on your lower back

After a change of soaking wet jeans and a lunch stop, could we be nearing the end yet?

This striking tower dominates the canal at lock 79

Unusual end to this block of houses

Is there another shower coming up?

Will there be sunshine after the rain?

In between the downpours, there were some episodes of glorious sunshine, and we also had a mixture of both bringing with it two stunning rainbows; at one stage there was a triple one – awesome!

And then came the mixture which brings a magnificent rainbow

Huge storage tank at the bottom of the flight

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It actually took us, all in all, over six hours to complete the 22 locks that took us to our overnight mooring in Wigan. Barry got on the bike to collect Lisa from the railway station just a few minutes late.

Wigan at last! One lock to go ...

Trencherfield Mill - now being converted into offices and apartments like most mills in the north, but still has an engine shed and the largest working steam-powered engine in Europe which is fired up on Sundays, heralded by a loud blast of the stream whistle

Lisa’s on board now and having a weekend of photography as she picks Barry’s brain and learns some secret techniques to improve her picture taking. I’ll just be mum, lock woman and galley slave I think!

Barry and Lisa's first shot - they had to leave their tea to make the most of this opportunity as the sun set and it looked as though the building was alight

Just in time for a flock of geese flying south for the winter maybe

Purring like a baby once more ...

Having been lulled into a false sense of security by yesterday’s weather, we slept in till 0930 this morning as it was so dark outside we thought it must’ve only been around 7 or 8am! Ah well, we’re not rushing anywhere.

Our first port of call was the Chandlery a few yards up the canal, and Barry was ecstatic to find two replacement fuel filters for the engine there. It’s been a bit of a challenge to start the boat recently and I’ve been afraid of us stalling or flooding the engine as one can do in a car that doesn’t start easily. It was a blooming expensive visit with diesel, a new gas bottle, a map for the Cheshire Ring and other odds and sods – total bill over ₤188! Yikes! The beans on toast diet is looking likely in the near future …

White Bear Marina at Adlington that lightened us of some of our hard earned cash

Could do with a new bung from the chandlery opposite

Poor old sunflowers are starting to fade from lack of sun ...


Tall, slender & graceful


One man and his dog on a boat! Magic

We’d arranged to meet some friends this evening who offered to take us out to dinner; how lucky are we to know such lovely people? We stopped for a couple of hours along the way to visit Haigh (pronounced "Hay') Hall, a splendid Manor House and gardens close to Wigan. I walked there early afternoon leaving Barry to do the male engine maintenance thing (happy as a pig in s--t!) and replace the fuel filters, which he accomplished during the time I was away and now the engine starts first time and purrs like a baby.

On the approach to Haigh Hall there is a small passenger railway with rides for ₤1 which I thought I’d have a go on to cheat and see the grounds from. On alighting into one of the carriages a small voice said “Look at that lady mummy, she’s getting on the train without her children!.” Bless her, out of the mouths of babes and all that! I said that my children were all grown up and now I was a child again, which she found puzzling but amusing and waved furiously at me as the train left the platform.

The fairy forest walk to the Hall


Train ride around the grounds

A lovely ride thank you

Haigh Hall is another wonderful building, but is not open to the public to view. It’s hired out for weddings and other events (www.haighhall.net), but one is able to access the entrance and the old staircase which are both magnificent.

Haigh Hall

Barry took a bike ride to the Hall after I returned to the boat and then we set off to our mooring point of New Springs, right next to the commencement of the 21 locks to Wigan that we’ll face tomorrow.

Side of Hall looking out towards Wigan

Part of the Wigan skyline



The chandelier in the foyer area

Looking up at the central dome above the staircase
Count Dracula in the painting


The stairway to ....

The dome

Main stairway

Sandra getting creative

Must be the coat of arms


Back through the forest

The mooring parking place for our visit to the Hall

Barry the diesel mechanic

A cheery lot of day hirers on the way back

Jean and Jeremy collected us at 7.30, and we set off for The Red Lion at Haigh for a delightful meal. We had a very enjoyable evening; I haven’t seen Jean for almost five years and have never met Jeremy, so it was great to spend time catching up and getting to know one another.

Sandra, Jeremy & Jean well fed and appropriately watered

A big day tomorrow then, I hope the lock keeper is going to be available to help us through the 21 locks …