Day 21 O Happy Days! We are back in business. Accrington through Burnley.
First thing this morning it was another of those days when I just had no inclination to get up and go out to my bathroom. It was very wet out there. The rain had been drumming on my roof most of the night. My bearded one woke me up because he wanted his walk I suppose and off we went. It was not actually raining and I did enjoy it. When we got back, there were patches of blue in the sky and Steve was in the engine room! He was busy putting the finishing touches to bring my long kennel back into perfect working order.
I have a friend here called Bonnie, she is from the Belgian Shepherd tribe, we play together and she belongs to Steve.
There was nearly a tragedy, she came to find me on my long kennel – I was having my breakfast at the time – and she somehow managed to fall off the quay into the canal! my bearded one heard the bump as she bounced off my kennel into the water, he raised the alarm and her owner Steve and my bearded one managed to haul her out, she was most embarrassed but otherwise unhurt. . By 1:00 pm my long kennel was all done: Engine mounts all fixed. All bits connected. My long haired one had done some more washing and so every one was happy and at exactly 2:00 pm we waved good bye to Steve, a richer man and we cast off and headed for Burnley. It remained cool, dry and overcast for most of the afternoon but not withstanding, I walked the tow path for (it seemed) a couple of hours with my long haired one and our friend Sheila – I am sure it makes them happy. Then there was a tunnel and we all got back on board.
We emerged into another bout of heavy rain and indeed another world as we entered Burnley. Here we were winding our way through a conglomerate of Mills and weaving sheds, waterside ghosts of a prosperous past. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly we arrived in a surprising haven of countryside in the shadow of Pendle Hill where we moored up for the night.
My photos today are: my engine room in bits, crossing M65 on an aqueduct, “weaving” through Burnley.
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Gosh – I hope you didn’t see any witches or ghosts of witches at Pendle – spooky place.
Glad to hear the engine is all fixed – no doubt the bearded one’s wallet is a bit emptier.
(Beautiful day in Eastbourne – great round of golf followed by a dip in the sea – but you don’t want to know that . . . )
Glad you are enjoying it. It is quite wet here. No witches yet.