Rochdale cowboys.

 

Friday 12th. September.

 

 

Bit overcast as we wave Slattocks farewell & chug towards Rochdale, again not a place to linger. The canal is still pretty shallow, dirty and the lock gear is in poor condition.
First we're greeted by the smell of bacon sarnies at one town lock, then the aroma of curry engulfs us at the next.... all most unfair!

 

 

 

After the dark, satanic & mostly derelict mills disappear behind us we get a glimpse of the moors & the feint hope that the dirty city is to be replaced by some Pennine vistas.

 

Clegg Hall, fronted by weavers' cottages. The multiple top floor windows are in the rooms where the looms were operated.

 

After a few more locks & 2 swing bridges, we arrive at Littleborough & Yippee! encounter the first boats we've seen since Manchester!  Lucky to get a mooring & one end is tied to a street sign but who cares! 

 

 

Quick trip to the Co-op then a bit of fishing & snapping ensues before dinner.