Day 29 Stanley Ferry to Ferrybridge.
It was an amazing blue sky and sunshine when I took my bearded one for his walk this morning. We did not go far as I was still very tired and so was he, those young boy humans fair wear us both out.
If you have read my diary yesterday, you will understand that it was a very long day and somewhat stressful. It was also wet for much of it, in fact I heard them talking about the weather and they were saying that we’ve not had one completely dry day since we started a month ago.
Anyway, last night we stayed in a place called Stanley Ferry on the Aire and Calder Navigation, this was a little off our intended route but this was because we were searching for a nice safe mooring. It was quite late as it happens, these were very scarce and on the river sections, absent altogether.
This morning with the sun shine it was like another world, we re-traced the backend of last night’s journey in a better frame of mind. It was a very enjoyable cruise on the wide river sections where 600 ton barges roam, fortunately not in our area today, all the locks were huge but electronically controlled and by traffic lights and so no serious muscle was required. The largest of the two young humans was very good at it, he was our main lock keeper the employed ones never appeared.
We had a bit of a hold up at one lock that showed a persistent flashing red light. This means do not go, dangerous river levels. In the event, a phone call revealed that it should have read amber, proceed with caution – and this is what we did much to my disappointment as the two young ones were having so much fun playing football with me while we waited for a change in the lights.
We stopped at Castleford and right on cue it started to rain. Even the sunshine would have done little to improve Castleford’s waterfront. Which was in such a sad state, the water taps that we badly needed were vandalised and there was no fuel available, also needed. Visitor moorings were uninviting, in fact no facilities at all. This is such a shame. It was once a thriving area. My bearded one found John Smith, he gets about a bit and we had (including me) some pizza in the Griffin.
We had to move on and we arrived at Ferrybridge but no visitor moorings available. A very kind boater invited us to moor alongside his boat. We accepted as we had identified this area to hand back the two small humans. This was at the Golden Lion where John Smith also seems to live, just a short walk from our mooring.
A rather scary landlord of the rendezvous was very welcoming. He was nearly 7 feet tall, bald, with a goatee beard that was 6 inches long and his upper torso which was enormous was covered in every conceivable tattoo. We imagined he never had any problems with his customers. I was made particularly welcome which as we have found is not the norm.
The boys daddy duly arrived and collected our two humans and we all went back to my long kennel and fell asleep.
Only one photo today, a loaded 600 ton sand barge passing.
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