Diary Entry from Friday, 24 August 2012

Day 22 Burnley – East Marton. Yorkshire.

This has been a fun day for me, I have walked for miles with my long haired one. We had an enjoyable and interesting walk through much of Burnley, much of it was surprisingly bucolic! I have supervised at many locks and interestingly, as we have passed the summit level, we are now descending towards Leeds having climbed up The Pennines from Liverpool, all very exciting! In each direction it is stunning scenery, we feel on top of the world. I think we are about 40 miles from Leeds and that means about 70 miles from Liverpool and this seems ages ago to me since we were there.

Not only did we cross over the summit level we also passed through a long dark tunnel, that took nearly half an hour to chug through, I didn’t like that very much, I was a bit nervous, it was dark and also dripping water, it was called Foulridge and so I went inside my long kennel until it was all over. My bearded one and his friend Bob seemed to enjoy it.

The other milestone of course was our transit between Lancashire and Yorkshire, this happened unannounced a mile or so back before we moored. There seems to be some dispute amongst the natives as to where we actually crossed the border but anyway, the weather here is much improved!

We are moored in a tiny and very pretty village called East Marton, situated on the Pennine Way with a possible population of 20 – on a good day. We have stopped here because there is a very nice dog friendly pub called The Cross Keys. Not only do my owners feel in need of a hostelry this evening but also, and most importantly, a crew change is imminent.

Sadly we say goodbye to Bob and Sheila but happily we say hello to Mike and Barbie. This transfer will happen in the morning and it is generally easier to conduct this operation from the civilised geography surrounding a good pub.

Tonight therefore is our last supper with Bob and Sheila, I am invited, no doubt destined to sit under their table but that is alright, I have already had my Chappie and biscuits on board and I might get a treat.

My photos today are: Me mucking about at a lock – our first descending one for a long time, next is a picture of my long kennel at our mooring in East Marton.

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