Black By Name And Black By Nature

We had a lengthy discussion trying to decide our programme for the rest of the trip fitting in with everything that everyone wanted to do.    Once this had been settled we set of at a fair old trot to avoid having to stop in Blackburn.  We would whole heartedly recommend this policy to anyone else taking this route.  We had a bit of a struggle getting around a workboat stuck mid canal with a duvet wrapped around its prop.  “A daily occurrence” they said. The canal was full of detritus; plastic bottles, old doors, a motorbike in one lock ( not actually seen by us) – in fact anything anyone felt like chucking in.  The locks gates were heavy and the ground paddles produced water flows that tossed poor Oliver from side to side regardless of what we did to control things.  The locks are also quite short and although Oliver is only 60 ft we could only just close the gates with the front fender touching the curved cill.

Hey Ned Do You Think Thems For Blackburn?
Hey Ned Do You Think Thems For Blackburn?
Daft B----rs. No Idea What They're In For.
Daft B—-rs. No Idea What They’re In For.
Memories Of Blackburn By The Canal
Memories Of Blackburn By The Canal
But That's Sweet
But That’s Sweet

We finally came to rest after bridge 109 opposite another golf course just before Church.

It had been a lovely sunny day and it was a beautiful evening having finally escaped a part of the canal that seems to have been left to decay.  Shame on those responsible for the condition of Blackburn’s canal and its surrounding environment.

At Last Bliss In The Countryside
At Last Bliss In The Countryside