Sunday, 3 July 2011

The Ship In at Lathom Locks

I’ve talked about “the pub” we go to while we’re out here in the sticks, it’s a lovely half hour walk up the towpath, so I took some photos. That’s two nights running we’ve walked up there for a drink. (Tut Tut) Well why not?
 
Before we set off there last night we had one of our infamous BBQ’s sat by the boat, just the two of us this time, most unusual yet very nice. But even with just us two there’s still potential for mayhem…
 
We were sat there minding our own business whilst chomping on chicken, sausages, and jacket spud. When I spotted in the distance a dog walker WITH DOG OFF THE LEAD headed towards us. “Dog alert” I said to Dave. (That’s code for be prepared to hang onto your food).
 
Thing is there’s no point walking along with a lead in your hand if there’s nothing attached to it. The woman in question had PLENTY of time to reign in the ugliest dog I’ve ever seen before she got near us. But instead she allowed it to have a sh*t not 50 foot from where we were, (not enough to put me off my food – I looked the other way). Then she shouted her head off at it (the dog) and walked past said sh*t without shovelling it up…
 
Then it (the dog) zoomed in on us (inevitable) and tried to eat off my plate…! Fortunately I anticipated what would happen and held it up on high, which didn’t stop it slobbering on my skirt… “Sorry about that” the irresponsible owner mumbled, I said nothing because if I had it would’ve gone something like:
 
“I CAN’T ACCEPT YOUR APOLOGY WHEN THAT WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU’D PUT IT ON THE LEAD BEFORE YOU WENT PAST US.”
 
If that were me I’d be too embarrassed not to do so – it’s blindingly obvious the darn thing’s going to attempt to get a free lunch, and potentially ruin someone’s meal. It would even have been capable of knocking the table over. Oh and then there’s the act of picking up dog poo in plastic bags, or not in this case. Rant over…
 
Later on, (after the traumatic event) Dave carried out a scientific experiment, the question being would the skin of a jacket spud with no potato left in it float…? So he placed it gently in the canal, and not only did it float, it grew in size to about that of a nice little coracle for a nice little mouse. Later on when we went out we saw it further up the canal still afloat and bobbing along…
 
Anyway, this was supposed to be all about the walk to the pub, so let’s get back there for a pint, pronto… We met a few colourful characters along the way:
Percy the pigeon out for an evening stroll…
 
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Roger the rabbit – on the towpath? Well camouflaged though…
 
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And Carol the coot busily selecting bits of bread to take across to her brood of chicks huddled on the other side…
 
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Then there’s this, one black sock - must be all that’s left of the poor sod that went in…
 
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Right we’ve reached the pub now – just in time for last orders…
 
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Taken from the beer garden…
 
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It backs onto the Rufford canal situated between Lathom locks 1 and 2 (which are very close together) at a guess 50 yards apart. And lock 1 takes you straight out onto the Leeds Liverpool.
 
The short pound between locks 1 and 2, with the Rufford Branch Bridge beyond. Believe it or not there’s also a swing bridge in there somewhere…!
 
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Usually this area here is teaming with people spilling (literally) out from the pub, and occasionally into the canal itself. Must’ve known we were coming…
 
No, to be fair, there’s been a folk festival on at Crook on the Leeds Liverpool this weekend, so we gathered the locals had temporarily deserted the place in favour of that. Well, that’s what we told ourselves…

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