Lisa and Barry have had a fascinating day talking about photography – I overheard conversations on composition, lighting, polarisers, graduating filters, portraits, and lots of other stuff. They both seem to be loving it. We were very lucky today to have warmth and sunshine in abundance.
We walked along the towpath to ‘Wigan Pier’ (http://www.wlct.org/Tourism/Wiganpier/wiganpier.htm), made famous by George Orwell in his book 'The Road to Wigan Pier' and George Fornby in jokes in the music halls many years ago. It isn’t a pier at all though; it’s just a couple of pieces of metal that curl up and stop above the canal and was used to tip coal into barges, it's officially a 'coal staithe'. The one standing today was actually made by pupils of Wigan and Leigh College in 1986, as the original was incredibly sold as scrap in 1929 for ₤34! Women worked as ‘Tipplers’, which entailed shaking the last pieces of coal out of the laden trucks. They toiled from 6am to 6pm five days a week, until 2pm on Saturdays, and were seen as ‘immoral’ due to the fact that they wore trousers! Shame on them! Lol.
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Permanent moorings on our walk along the canal towards Wigan Pier
The Bottom Lock at Wigan by our mooring
A DIY dry dock, next to the lock, with someone blacking their boat's bottom
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Wigan town centre is a thriving place and we found a brilliant venue for a coffee spot – ‘The Coven’, a Pagan centre, very unusual and fascinating! Another serendipity experience here. Barry got chatting to the man in charge, and of course managed to weave the blog into the conversation and gave him one of our 'business' cards that we’ve had printed. He looked up the site almost immediately as he had his laptop on one of the tables, and said that he knew the bloke in the photo 'one man and his dog' from Thursday, as his boat had been modelled on the one that he and his wife lived on. We’d actually cruised past their boat at the top of the Wigan Flight!
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p.s. Colin the 'biofuel' website is http://www.stillspirits.com/
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Around the corner, Barry and Lisa took a few pictures of All Saints Church (http://www.wiganparishchurch.org/), while I took the opportunity to go inside as it was free and spookily only open to the public on Saturdays!
There were lots of people in the town, which was clean and well-kept with a multitude of shops to choose from, a bouncy castle, some Highland Pipers and a woman with the voice of an angel serenading us as we passed.
Wigan has been known as a bit of a party town, especially in the days of 'Northern Soul' I seem to recall from the 80's. There were some amazingly skimpy 'dresses' (the word 'dress may be a little ambitious!) in the shop below ...
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We had a spot of lunch back on the boat before moving down to the first of four locks that we shared with narrowboat ‘Amaryllis’ from Chester.
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On the outskirts of Wigan we noticed a number of people walking towards us from many directions on the towpath and over bridges, and realised that they were heading to a football match. At one stage it looked as though we were being pursued by a gang of chanting thugs! A number of police were in evidence, so it looked quite serious. As we drove past Wigan Stadium we could hear the chants from the crowd, and as the match began at 3pm an overwhelming roar filled the air which was surprisingly moving (certainly shocked me as I detest football!). We discovered that Wigan was playing Manchester United, so a big local derby. Burnley beat Man United on Wednesday, which would’ve been quite a coup for them. We must find out how Wigan fared tomorrow …
perhaps the guy on top was giving directions??
We went as far as a small canalside hamlet called Appley Bridge, having meandered through some charming open countryside and villages along the way. As well as the locks there was a swing bridge to open, so Lisa had a good all round experience of the canal. She just needs to do a bit of driving tomorrow now!
In the evening we thought we’d try the pub across the cut called 'The Water’s Edge’ , as we were happy to see that there was some live music on. From the canal it seemed a lively place, but once we got there we found it a terribly unfriendly place – even Barry got irritated by the young barman who didn’t serve him for ages and then went to take the order of a woman who had just strolled in! The atmosphere was strange and by the time the live music appeared, it was a young woman dressed provocatively screeching Tina Turner and Blondie numbers with her sound system blasting our ears until they hurt! We didn’t stay long, but unfortunately she did and played (I use that term loosely!) until about 1130pm. Amazing as the pub was close to a built up area and all the boats, not sure how they get away with it!
Maybe we're turning into boring old farts, or more likely that we just value our eardrums highly?! Could be a good job we miss many of the events that are held in the pubs along the way if that’s the sort of thing we’d experience ...
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