Journeying through the picture-perfect Pennines

We’re a little distance away now from where this post’s pictures were taken – but I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.

In fact today, Wednesday 27th August, Barry’s aboard Areandare near the northern entrance of the Harecastle Tunnel, while I’m with my eldest daughter in Malpas, Cheshire for a week, celebrating her birthday.

Hudddersfield Narrow Canal

For anyone yet to visit the Huddersfield Narrow and Broad Canals, I hope these next two posts go some way to persuading you of the merit of making the effort to journey to this waterway, it’s definitely worth doing.

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Leaving Huddersfield, passing alongside the University buildings

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A very narrow passage which is part of the new canal construction

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The impressive Springwood Railway Bridge dwarfs Areandare below

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The imposing Brittania Mill, on the outskirts of Huddersfield, hugs the canal

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We found some helpers …

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… and gave them a taste of locking – I even wrote down their names but can’t find where! So if you read this, comment below lovely people!

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There are some very narrow and weedy areas around here, not to mention shallow …

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The amazing ‘Titanic Mill’ building, built in 1911 the same year as RMS Titanic was launched, and now converted into luxury apartments

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A bird’s eye view of the overflow race coming off a lock

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The view from our mooring at Slaithwaite, another picturesque old mill and accompanying chimney

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The newly re-opened canal (2001) cuts proudly through Slaithwaite town centre

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This not yet converted mill building overlooks the canal and town centre – probably only a matter of time …

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Prior to the reopening of the canal this area was all covered over and hidden from view

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Now there’s an unusual name for a pub – ‘The Silent Woman’ (we wish says Barry bravely!). The picture is of a woman holding her head under her arm – must be a story there, but we couldn’t find it inside the pub or on a Google search – does anybody know?

The pub above, was well as an unusual name, came to the attention of the world media on 23 September 2007, when a man walked into the pub and ordered a pint of beer a few minutes after he had murdered his son and attacked his daughter with a knife (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slaithwaite)! We decided not to go in for a drink, the interior wasn’t nearly as promising as the outside.

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Quaint cottages, but you couldn’t get much nearer to the railway viaduct!

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The water reservoir above the town

 

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And some of the housing on the hillside overlooking the area, with more photos below around stunning and scenic Slaithwaite …

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A typical house frontage

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You’re not far from the Pennine Hills here, and on a handy train route

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Looking across the rooftops of the town

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Maybe some similarities to Coronation Street?

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This decrepit old building caught Barry’s photographer’s eye

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The canal runs through the centre of the town in Slaithwaite

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Friends from Gisborne on a UK holiday paid us a visit for the evening – fabulous to see you Liz, Viki and Maia

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Cheers!

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The obligatory silly shot

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Liz and Viki – beautiful

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Our mooring for the night – a little shallow to say the least!

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An eventful holiday in Cornwall

I didn’t achieve my lofty aim of getting the blog up to date before we left Areandare for our recent holiday. I couldn’t prioritise it as much as other things. Apologies.

I do however have a couple of draft posts I’d begun, with amazing photos from our journey along the Huddersfield Narrow, Standedge Tunnel and Huddersfield Broad, that I’ll make time to polish and post in the next week or so …

Spinning plates at Land's End

Spinning plates at Land’s End

I’m conscious of a life-long tendency to take on too much and feel the smothering pressure of overwhelm – I’m learning more ways to let go of what hinders my balance, like a true Libran. Being a professional Life Coach helps with this you won’t be surprised to hear!

I’m okay now with letting a couple of my ‘to-do’ plates stop, or fall, rather than feel I’m spending my life going from one to another, spinning them constantly but never really getting anywhere.

It doesn’t always work, I still experience that “Oh my goodness how will I ever fit it all in” feeling. And at times like that I don’t blog or do other things that aren’t vital.

Does that make sense?

Anyway, here we are, back on board after an eventful holiday.

Cornwall

Cornwall was magnificent as usual – though admittedly it’s far more commercialised than I fondly remember from my last trip to the end of the earth in the late 1990s. I chose not to take photos of the theme-park-like buildings that have taken over at Land’s End, preferring the sign post (though now you have to pay to have your photo take next to it!) and view of the Atlantic Ocean. It reminds me of Cape Reinga, at the tip of the North Island of New Zealand, where the Tasman Sea meets the Pacific Ocean.

The famous sign post - now cordoned off and sold for photos of tourists

The famous sign post, as close as you can get to it – now cordoned off and photos with tourists cost money

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The end of the land – south west England

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Stunning colours on the cliffs

Windswept!

Windswept!

We all (six adults and two children) squeezed into a chalet owned by the daughter of a friend of mine. Jo and I were best buddies when I lived in Germany from 1981 to 1985, we became pregnant at the same time, and gave birth within four days of each other early in 1983.  She lives in Phillack, Hayle, not far from St Ives, so it’s been a long time since we’ve caught up.

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Rolling Waves Beach Chalet at Riviere Towans, Hayle

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Amazing view from the chalet – St Ives is in the background

Of course Barry managed to sample a fair few local ales, it would be rude not to – including this one in a pub of the same name, a short walk from the holiday home …

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On the downside, if you look closely at the photograph above, you may notice a small redness above Barry’s left eye? This picture was taken on the Monday. By Thursday this was spreading and he had a pounding headache. We were at Land’s End and he stayed in the car for half the day, unable to face getting out into the wind and rain (just as we went on holiday the weather went from sweltering hot to changeable!).

That evening, he went to the emergency NHS walk-in centre in Redruth and was diagnosed with a viral sinusitis …

In the meantime, I got to tick something off my bucket list and saw an amazing production of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream‘, at Minack Theatre with my eldest daughter Lisa. What was even more incredible was that we arrived early enough to get a good place in the queue and scored front row seats!

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This has to be the most magnificent theatre setting in the world?

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A bonus of sitting in the front row is the ability to get a landscape photo of the ‘stage’

While Barry rested, and hoped the antibiotics would begin to work, we all tried to carry on holidaying.

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Carbis Bay – a beach-full of windbreakers is so quintessentially British!

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Cornwall wouldn’t be the same without a cream tea – delicious!

In the nick of time

Forty eight hours after starting his antibiotics for supposed sinusitis, Barry was no better. In fact he was getting worse. I’d been so caught up with spending time with my delightful grandchildren that I hadn’t investigated other possibilities for his redness and pain.

Fortunately Barry had! And he realised that rather than sinusitis, he could have Shingles.

So we returned to the NHS walk-in centre on Saturday evening and he was right – shingles of the optic nerve – what could be worse for a photographer? Fortunately we’re pretty sure he’s not one of the 40% who suffer corneal damage, despite the delay in diagnosis. Phew! But he was pretty miserable and it spoilt the break for him.

For someone who rarely takes any drugs, he was soon put on a cocktail of pills and potions. It did the trick however, and halted further progress of the nasty Herpes Zosta virus. We’ll certainly recognise it if we’re ever unfortunate to come across it again!

Feeling a little better once he’d been put on the right medication,  we stopped for a couple of hours at Tintagel Castle on our way to Exeter to spend a night with my younger sister to break the long journey back to the boat .

Reputed to be the birthplace of King Arthur, it’s an English Heritage property so we were happy as places are few and far between on the canals and we’ve not been getting our money’s worth from our membership!

Tintagel Castle

Tintagel Castle

Thank you Jim!

We’d heard a lot about house sitting in New Zealand, most people get someone to do it for them when they go on holiday. Friends of ours even spent a year ‘sitting’ in houses in NZ and Australia and having a marvellous time visiting different places.

While we were in Cornwall, the lovely Jim and his partner Hilary, boat-sat for us.

Jim’s far better at keeping his blog up to date than me, and he wrote a few pots about his time on board. It was fabulous to know that she was in such good hands. Thank you so much Jim and Hilary!

Barry’s on the mend now, though has only one day left of his Acycolvir so I’m hoping it won’t try and sneak it’s way back in once that’s gone. Getting to the NHS walk-in centre with a hire car is sure simpler than finding a GP on foot when you’re living on a narrowboat!

I deduced that he got stressed just thinking about leaving Areandare and taking a ‘holiday’. Don’t worry everyone, he’s fine now …

Additional sights from Huddersfield – my dad’s birth town

I published post a few weeks ago about the very emotional day out we had visiting my father’s birthplace, and unexpectedly my great-grandfather, great-grandmother and uncle’s grave – single, not plural, I haven’t made a mistake (click here if you didn’t read it).

At that time, I didn’t have access to Barry’s views of the town or outlying areas we spent time in.

So forgive me for indulging, but once again I feel they’re worth sharing.

More of the Huddersfield Broad Canal

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A morning view of the boats moored at Aspley Basin

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Incredible pulley system of the lift bridge

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Row upon row of symmetrical windows adorn the old mill buildings

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Lock number one east – heading towards the Standedge tunnel

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Walking into town along the Huddersfield Narrow Canal

Huddersfield Town, Salendine Nook and Lindley

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Very impressive college and University buildings set around the canal

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One of these houses on New Hays Road is the address my grandfather had on his driving license – so my dad could’ve lived here as a young boy

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The view from the top of New Hays Road

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Happy to be here

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We took a chance on finding my great-grandfather’s church in Lindley, having found a small card at my father’s house recently from his funeral. The only location details were Lindley, Huddersfield.

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And we found the church – Lindley Methodist. What a shame the probably ornately carved wooden pews have been removed and replaced with modern day chairs

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The stained glass window, however, is as it would’ve been when my great-grandfather preached here

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Though I’ve never been ‘religious’ in the organised religion sense, I pay homage to my great-grandfather Thomas Inglis Walsh who served many people as a Methodist Minister. His three daughters devoted their lives to the church, lived together all their lives, and died as, I believe, happy spinsters. His only son, the youngest child, William Dixon, was my grandfather – and as far as I’m aware, wasn’t religious at all!

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How to really use a burial plot – it looks as though there are SIX bodies buried here, three of whom are my relations

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A statue of Sir Harold Wilson, in St George’s Square – he was British Prime Minister for four terms of office

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Sir Harold was born in Huddersfield in 1916, four years before my father

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Built in 1853, Lion Chambers proudly boasts the statue of ‘Leo’ the lion, who’s said to wander around St George’s Square when the clock strikes 12!

From Marple to High Lane – to Cornwall!

Tonight (Thursday) we’ve moved from Marple to High Lane, nearer to the Enterprise Car Hire Hazel Grove office. We’ve used them a number of times in the past, as they provide such a helpful ‘pick up and drop off’ service to narrowboaters.  We just need to phone them tomorrow with a suitable postcode.

Jim will be with us on Saturday morning, and then we’ll drive to my mum and dad’s for my turn on the four sister’s ‘rota’ of respite care for mum. On Monday, we’re heading down to Hayle, in Cornwall, for seven days of R and R!