Category: Bonny Journey

Day 29 – Dunham Massey to Marston

I’ve just been assaulted by a guy driving a bright pink sports car.

He appeared feeding the ducks. As I passed, he shouted “hey dickhead”, I of course ignored him.

Then he started shouting it more, so I turned around, to see this guy in a woolly jumper and duck food in his hand making kind of squatting motion with his legs, like a football hooligan and shouting obscenities…

I flicked him the finger and drove on.

Next thing you know, he’s pulled up at the next bridge in this bright pink Ferrari or kit car it looked like.

He was walking down and it started again.

I thought he was going to drop something off the bridge on me…. some Unilever dust fell off his shoulder, or there was something on there making him a bit batty.

Anyway, he was saying “stop”, let’s sort this out jump off, “let’s go”.

I said “no”, and told him he was overweight and something else.

Anyways, as I disappeared down the canal, he jumped in his sports vehicle. Revved it up and left. Continue reading “Day 29 – Dunham Massey to Marston”

Day 28 – Plank Lane to Dunham Massey

Having to wait for Plank Lane is a real pain in the ass.

Getting a 2 o’clock start allows me to get through Manchester. Just.

A morning in Leigh

I spend the morning fishing in the Leeds and Liverpool and reading my book.

The fishing ain’t bad. Nothing large, but a steady stream.

Plank Lane

On reaching Plank Lane bridge, there are four other boats heading South and four heading North.

Once through, it’s about 20 minutes into Leigh.

One of the boats in front pulls in to the pub, the other pulls over. Continue reading “Day 28 – Plank Lane to Dunham Massey”

Day 27 – Crooke to Plank Lane

Crooke
Starting point

Plank Lane bridge is still closed.

That means it’s not operational. As the Canal and River Trust website tells me, it’s still only open every day once, at 2pm.

Wigan Locks

I make my way through Wigan Locks.

Stop at Asda superstore to do some much needed shopping, then finish off the locks.

Don’t meet any boats on the way through.

Wigan pier

Site of industrial commerce and activity, the pier now lays derelict. The only patrons making use of it being the pigeons. Continue reading “Day 27 – Crooke to Plank Lane”

Day 25 – Morecambe to Rufford – 1,000th post eva!

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“Piece of cake…” as my host said to me this morning. Turned out to be true. And thanks to Trevelyan House for the breakfast, and the service, all very good.

Didn’t do much around Morecambe.

When I was thinking walking around town, “what is it that Morecambe really needs”, and the answer is a timewarp machine. The good times have passed. It’s as simple as that.

People still pose beside the statue of Eric Morecambe on the seafront, but when that is gone. What have they got?

Trevelyan Guest House

Got woken up by the fire alarm at 11pm. Thought about going down the pub….

It went off. Being a Tuesday, most people would have called it a night anyhow, so I went back to sleep.

Hauled ass at around 8am, which is the time they start breakfast, which turned out to be a high quality affair for the £33 all in that I paid for the accommodation, breakfast, et al.

Seems that Morecambe itself was the only downfall of the stay. Continue reading “Day 25 – Morecambe to Rufford – 1,000th post eva!”