Under wide blue sky we set off from The Wigan BW office mooring and entered the nearby lock. Just above the lock there is the local service area where we filled with water and chucked our can. Well, we nearly filled with water. The tap is so badly placed, probably trying to keep it safe from local vandals, that even our long hose wouldn't reach. Luckily a boat using the lock to go down offered us their hose to add to ours which made it long enough.
After filling we continued our travels, turning right at the junction onto The Leigh Branch. Two more locks up and we were on the Bridgewater level. No more locks now until we reach Preston Brook and The Trent & Mersey Canal.
This stretch of canal is bordered frequently by flashes, small lakes formed by mining subsidence, and some are now used for leisure activities such as sailing. The dancing sails look lovely in the sunshine.
We've now moored up in countryside, and I can hear the distant chimes of an ice cream van, but unfortunately I don't think he'll come here.
|Sailing boats on Scotman's Flash|