After we left the short term moorings at Foulridge and moved round the corner, we found that the canal bank was low enough to make painting the tumblehomes possible.
The Skipton Waterways Festival was on while we were at Foulridge so on the Saturday, along with David and Kate, we went to have a look.
The rest of the week at Foulridge was a bit cold and damp, keeping us indoors doing crafty things, but the following Sunday our fortnight was up, there was a slight break in the weather and we moved up to the 48hr moorings outside the Anchor Inn at Salterforth. We were joined for this monumental one-and-a-half mile journey by Liz, Jim, Charlotte and Chris; all of whom live nearby and are friends of ours from the 2CV club. None of them had visited the boat before, but hopefully, while we’re on their patch, they’ll be regulars. We’ll be counting on their help when we get to Bingley and the three and five rise staircases.
From Salterforth we went over what was once the Lancashire / Yorkshire border and moored up about quarter of a mile before the locks at Greenberfield, just outside Barnoldswick. Over the years the border has shifted back and forth and is currently on the other side of the town. It seems that If you come from Barnoldswick you were either born in Yorkshire or Lancashire, depending on which day of the week it was. We like Barnoldswick; we found two teapots in ten minutes in the charity shops and some delicious pies and sausage rolls in Hutchinson’s Home-made Pie Shop. We’re not entirely sure how to pronounce it though. Apparently, if you’re from Lancashire it’s Barlick,(rhymes with garlic) and if you’re a Yorkshire-man it’s Barnoldswick. What it’s not is Barnoldswick, which is what we were calling it till we met a very nice local lady out walking her dog. The canal is getting noticeably busier now; summer cruisers are out and about and we’re seeing hire boats going past us quite regularly. Greenberfield locks are very pretty and there are always people around. There are some permanent moorings, a sanitary station and a café and it’s also where Kennet moors, although at the moment she’s in Bingley.
Something else we’ve noticed since there have been more daylight hours, is how well our solar panels are coping now that we’ve got a new fridge. We can go for a week without running the engine or the genny and still have a green light on our super high-tech battery control and monitoring console. We still need the genny for the spin-drier and the bigger power tools, but for any 240v appliance bellow 400w we just use sunshine and the inverter. That’s all the chargers, the liquidizer, the printer and so forth. Last year we were topping the batteries up every three or four days so it just shows how rubbish our old fridge was. Hindsight is a wonderful thing; when we bought the boat there was a weird smell in the kitchen and it puzzled us for ages. Now we know it was refrigerant that had soaked into the floor and it all makes sense.
After a nearly month on the summit level and week above Greenberfield we moved Legend down the locks,
We’re walking whenever we get the opportunity; we’ve Beaten the Bounds round Foulridge, when we dicovered that if you walk across a sheep field with a bag of crisps you become very poular.
Thursday, 23 May 2013
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