Yorkshire here we come

MTuesday morning we walked into Barnoldswick which, again, has plenty of small independent retailers and few large department stores. There is a beautiful square in the middle of town and we managed to stop for tea & coffee. Unfortunately we were a little early for the fish & chips which had been highly recommended. Ah well, next time perhaps. 

As we set off we passed the Esse factory, master stove makers since 1856. (Might have been 1846, have forgotten which). 

Look at the slope on these roofs. I'm fascinated by these terraced houses built into the slope of the hill. 

Another modern development using the local stone. 

Now, I've never seen a boat like this before! The owner was working away at the front adding another bit of woodwork. 

Now we are going down again. Here's the captain shutting the gate after the boat has bolted. 

Now, what on earth is that? It's OK, I know the answer, it's another type of ground paddle. On the top is a label saying 'lift'. 

And here is my paddle in the upright position. No windlass, just brute strength - that's why Brigid's is still in the down position. 

But, at the next lock, yet another type of ground paddle! What else may we expect? 

As you can see, the locks are set in some lovely countryside. After the locks the canal wound on past countless individual hillocks, some topped by clumps of trees, others by telephone masts. 

Just before East Marton a double-arched main road bridge. After that the canal snaked extravagantly around the humpy hills and we stopped at a quiet spot looking toward Tumbers Hill. 

We were also in sight of the TV tower at Langber. 

Which made the captain happy - she would be able to watch Wimbledon all afternoon. Well, at least until rain stopped play. 

Looking out of our windows we have wild flowers all alongside. 

Also, I don't have to worry about cutting the grass. Oh, the joy of being on the canals.