This morning was warm with hazy cloud. Compared to yesterday's 29 degrees this morning's 20 degrees was welcome relief. Mind you I'm not knocking the heat, it was so nice to be in light clothes again for a change. Even my lilly white knees got to see the light of day as shorts were once again pressed into service. (not a pretty sight though and not one seen often).
We got under way at around 9am and slowly cruised passed the moorings to the junction a short way ahead. I confess I was not expecting the Macclesfield to be so pretty and Marple junction is no exception. Here the Macclesfield ends and the Peak forest canal takes over. Turning to Port (left) takes one down the Marple flight toward Manchester via the Cheshire ring and turning to Starboard (right) as we did, takes you towards our goal, Bugsworth and Whaley Bridge.
|Marple Junction can bee seen in the distance though its not as far as this photo makes it look.|
|New properties just before the junction have ornate railings between them. |
Look carefully and you'll see old BW and new C&RT logos set into them
|Long narrows and I assume a gauging point where boats are measured for tolls that would have had to be paid.|
|Lovely house just through the bridge 'ole at the junction|
|The owners of this house must wake up to stunning views of the hills beyond|
|Mooring places are not easy to find but they are available but be sure boats can still pass.|
Its a real shame our friend Claire was not still with us as all of a sudden, from behind, a whoosh of wind and flapping heralded the arrival of a Doris duck doppelganger. Unlike the original Doris this one was much more tame and stayed with us for over an hour. She would fly away from us and then return to sit within inches of us on the folded pram hood, content to be in our company.
|Doris's doppleganger settles down for a ride.|
|Ah food! Doris II spots the duck food and was rewarded with a few pellets for her cheek|
|Its this way! Look I'll show you.|
We passed Disley before we even knew it as the village briefly kisses the canal with a few gardens backing on to it. Next comes New town and New Mills both embracing the canal much more firmly with some lovely gardens to show for it.
|A pretty stretch by as one heads into New Mills|
|New Mills Swizzle's factory, cor wish we could have a tour! Brings back memorys that does.|
|These are the largest moorings available|
|Loved the cheeky colour scheme of this one|
|The Furness Vale Maina stretches along the cut for some way and is full of boats of all sorts.|
|Marple aqueduct in the distance.|
The company's engineer, Benjamin Outram, was responsible for the design and Thomas Brown, the resident engineer, for its construction. The construction contract was placed with William Broadhead, Bethel Furness and William Anderson in 1795. Furness having died later in 1795, the aqueduct was completed by the remaining partners in 1799, but not brought into use until 1800. Seven men lost their lives during its construction.
This is the highest canal aqueduct in England and the highest masonry-arch aqueduct in Britain. The difference in water levels in the river and canal is some 90 feet (27.4m) (exceeded only by the Pontcysyllte aqueduct, an iron trough carried on stone columns, where the difference is 126 feet (38.4m)). It contains some 8,000 cubic yards (6,000 m³) of masonry. The three semi-circular arches are about 78 feet (23.8m) above water level, with spans of approximately 60 feet (18.3m) at 72 feet (22m) centres
|These cottages would have provided homes for workers at neighbouring Calico printing works|
|Would these have been managers offices or homes perhaps?|
|Lower basin entrance to left, middle and upper to the far right|
|The route we took to the upper basin.|
|Last chance to wind and the mooring through the right hand arch to reverse into|
Eventually we got AmyJo round and proceeded to reverse her through the bridge 'ole. The Axiom prop lived up to its reputation as AmyJo responded to the helm beautifully going astern though the bridge. You can guess my surprise and how stupid I felt when after the bridge was a massive winding hole big enough to wind a battleship!
|If only we knew this was just through the bridge 'ole|
|The bridge we just reversed through with the ach we winded at in the distance.|
|Finally settled in an idyllic spot viewed from the pub car park. Now for a much needed pint.|
|Arriving in style. This Fullers traction engine turned up and the passengers went in for a drink.|