So many boats now heading toward Hancock bridge where C&RT have to open the road bridge. We all have a time to go through but for us that's not until tomorrow. Two for tomorrow mornings (they have been with us on and off since Burscough) is Penny and Umyahara. (think that was it's name) They passed us early this morning so giving a wave said we would see them later. We left soon after and before long Bells swing bridge came into view. Another mechanised one but with a quirky twist. Lights flashed to stop the traffic, barriers went down and then nothing! No movement of the bridge so we waited and waited and so did the traffic! In the end Ian had a sudden thought. Did it have to be manually swung?. Oops yes it did!
Within quarter of a mile yet another mechanised bridge. This time all one needed was a key and to push the button. Yet another twist to this bridge. A set of keys were already in the control box. How very strange!! Then Ian had another thought (careful) was it one of Polly or Umyahara (still unsure as to spelling) crew that had left it in the box. Knowing we would see them later we took the key and hoped for the best.
|Methodist swing bridge where the key was left.|
And then beyond Shaws swing bridge there they were.
Turns out it was Holly's crew that left the key. And the captain of this vessel?? None other than George Findley master fender maker. C&RT had written an article on his 40 years of fender making which was published in their on line News and Views. To read the article click here We first met him at Chesterfield in 2008 where we purchased a tiller tassel from him. He took one look at our tassel and said "That's one of mine". How on earth did he know?? I did enquire and he told me he was the only one that entwined the coloured rope.
|George was very grateful to get his key back although he admitted he hadn't even missed it.|
|The chap in the black T Shirt was the kind hearted sole.|
|Gravel path so dry that even walkers kick up the dust.|
|On some matting left by a boater. Wood louse?|
|And I think this is a wood louse balled up.|