Go With the Flow
So, rather than stay put in Parbold for another week, we thought Burscough would be a good place to move to as there are CRT services including a toilet which would help eek the tank out. We said goodbye to the strange 'shrine' that has been steadily expanding on the towpath and cast off.
However, on arriving at Burscough, we were very disappointed to discover that the lock on the toilet door has been broken off and that the sink has been ripped off the wall! I have since reported this to the Wigan office by email and had a response that it has been logged for repair. in the meantime....sing while you're on the loo...
Anyway, it was a nice couple of hours we passed as we moved our home, stopping to fill up with water and have a spot of lunch warmed up in the back cabin stove. All's good.
Tea, tea and more tea and lunch warming in the stove en route
The closure at he top lock of the Rufford Branch has since opened
Looking back to the turn into the Rufford Branch, we moored here for water
Mr F is never one to miss the opportunity to give the boat a quick clean
Approaching Burscough the impressive mill on the left is being renovated and is looking really good
Unfortunately the old canopy canalside has been removed and I doubt it will be replaced
Moving around means that we have a different commute to work, sometimes a nicer drive than others and I particularly enjoy driving through the lanes and little villages. Driving back to Burscough one evening, following the canal at times or crossing back and forth over different types of bridges in the dark, inspired a little poem that I managed to remember and wrote down as soon as I got back.
Weak bridge, swing bridge,
Cobbles rumbling underneath,
As I cross the coal black canal,
Crisis crossing the water,
On my way home,
Plunged into darkness,
Full beam, rabbit in the headlights,
A cluster of cottages huddle together in the night,
Frog Lane, Carr Lane, Back Lane,
Creep, over the hump back