Peal Forest Canal

  

The construction of all canals amaze me, but, the Peak Forest Canal is one of the oldest canals, constructed on the steep slopes of the Peak District. As we cruise along we’re way above the trees growing in the River Goyte valley. This was a pathway from near where we moored in Disley. We had gone down several flights of steps before we took a photo.

 

It was a short journey from Marple to Disley, where we moored for a couple of weeks, as there was lots of exploring to do. It was a good job we hadn’t travelled far. Once moored, John went down into the engine bay to grease the stern glan. A few choice words ensued, as the engine room was full of water. Thankfully, it was the blue antifreeze from the engine coolant and not dirty brown, which would have been a tragedy and possibly need an urgent call to Canal River Rescue, our breakdown people. It took a good while for John to find the cause of the leak, which was a crack down a nut. The following day we strolled to Furnace Vale Marina to pick up a new one and a spare too.

The two demijohns of dandelion wine were clearing nicely, so John popped some finings in. It was all ready to drink the next day.

There were lots of elderflowers along the towpath, so I got first dibs of the pan to make cordial. I can only make a small batch as I can’t keep it cool for storage. Once bottled the next day, the pan was free for John to get three demijohns of wine going.

We are absolutely loving all the hills to walk up, the first few really made us puff, after 18 months on the flat Lancashire moss. We took a picnic to walk up to the ‘Cage’, a hunting folly at Lyme Hall. The views were tremendous. 

 

On another steep walk, the footpath went through this lovely little chap’s field.

 

There are lots of pubs in Disley, our favourite was Disley Malt, who have all the good beer guides. I always love looking at the 1999 one, starring John & his late boss.

 

The offside of the canal was quite shallow, and the heron came daily and caught lots of fish.

Disley was a good spot, as it was near the station as we had a few away days.

We went to Ainscough Cranes 50^th anniversary event in Leyland. Our daughter Ada was starting a new job with them the following week. It was SUCH fun being able to go in the cranes.

We met up with family at Chester Zoo for Astrid’s 3^rd birthday.

Astrid came to stay, but it was during one of those heat waves, so we couldn’t go out. A bedsheet worked really well as a sunshade for the bow deck.

We made scones very early before it got really hot.

As it was so hot we were only able to take her out in the evening once the sun had gone behind the trees. We had fun doing a bit of Himalayan balsam bashing. It’s shocking to see how this invasive species is taking over woodland, river & canal banks, drowning out the ferns, nettles & brambles, just to name a few.

Everyone came to meet us at Whaley Bridge for John’s birthday.

I was pretty excited to find an indi dyer, ‘Mamie and Florie’ who held a knit & natter. It was almost opposite where we were moored. It was such a beautiful showroom and workspace.

New Mills is an old mill town, with lots of ruins along the bank of the River Goyte. We watched rock climbers and puffed up a very steep hill.

Just as the weather gets hotter I finished knitting a shawl with my handspun yarn.

The longest day ever

  

It was 10 years ago we came down the Rochdale 9 locks through the centre of Manchester and our first time going up. It’s fascinating seeing all the old and new buildings nestled together.

I did wonder about this fire exit!

The towpath has been removed through the nightclub area and there are pontoons for the locking crew to get on & off the boat. There’s no walking between the locks here.

The 9^th lock is under Piccadilly and is one of the most unpleasant locks we’ve ever done. However, it was much cleaner than 10 years ago. We were there quite early in the morning, nonetheless, there were chaps loitering! But the dreadful smell of human excrement wasn’t as noticeable, as it was all those years ago.

Immediately after the lock 9 we turn a sharp right onto the narrow Ashton Canal, no sharing locks here.

Just as we approached the first of the 18 locks on this stretch, the engine made a dreadful noise & stalled. It took John about 45 minutes to remove a tent from around the propeller!!

There were lots of Canada geese along this stretch.

The journey went smoothly until lock 9. A boat descending the flight passed us & the crew said the locks were really slow & wouldn’t empty very fast. It appears they hadn’t closed the top paddles before opening the bottom ones, thus draining all the pounds behind them!!

The CRT lads were on the scene & said it was unlikely we’d get up the final 9 locks that day. We had run aground as had the boat ahead of us.

So, I made a quick batch of apricot scones for us & our fellow boaters. John had his tea & scones sitting on the usually deep lock bi-weir.

True to their word, we had to moor up at 21.00 after lock 16 as it was getting dark. Our longest day ever, a 15-hour day. Although the afternoon we spent aground & weren’t actually cruising.

 

An unplanned evening cruise

  

We rarely loiter on the Bridgewater Canal, as we have a 7-day limited allowed on it. But because we were waiting for the lock repairs on the Ashton Canal before we entered the central Manchester area we spent a few days in Sale, where we’d never moored previously. It was handy for the shops and had some super yarn bombing.

Is this graffiti or wall art?

And what about the name of this narrowboat we saw in Sale?

CRT usually send out their e-mails late in the day, as they did to say the lock on the Ashton Canal had a temporary repair and was open for a few days until a longer stoppage for the proper fix.

The chap moored behind us set of for Castlefields there and then. He said he was hoping to meet another boat to go up the 9 wide locks on the Rochdale Canal and would hit those locks at first light.

So, we decided to follow him & be his lock buddies in the morning.It's unusual for us to travel late in the day, so an evening cruise was a nice treat.

 

It was 10 years ago we’d travelled this route, from Waters Meeting junction into Castlefields, but in the opposite direction. I think the Manchester skyline has altered no end over those years.

We had a lovely evening in the Staffordshire Arm at Castlefields, right under the railway arches, which we’ve travelled over many a time. We have never moored here before though and certainly plan to return for the allotted 72 hours at the visitor mooring. We have often walked around the area, but a stay would be amazing.

 

 The alarm set for very early so we could have a proper breakfast. There were 9 wide locks and then 18 narrow ones ahead.

The alarm wasn’t required as the geese were up way before us!!

While sipping our coffee there was a huge thump on the bow – someone's jumped aboard!! Look who it was, and the cheeky thing was nibbling my mint plant.

As planned, in the bottom lock of the Rochdale 9 just as the sun was peeping out.