|The view from tonight's mooring at Saterhebble|
|The River Calder – in the warm sunshine it could be the Dordogne|
|Coming through the locks at Brighouse|
Then back out into the country we went, with locks now much more closely spaced but just as haphazard in their condition and working methods. Forget your handspike for just one locks and you'll be sure it's the only one where you'll need it. A couple of miles after Brighouse the canal runs through a long, straight thickly wooded stretch with a nature reserve to one side and some handy mooring rings. A good spot for lunch and a walk through the reserve – which it turns out was created by landscaping and replanting a huge rubbish dump. On the other side of the river another handfill site is in the process of getting the same treatment with bulldozers and trucks moving and spreading tons of top soil into position.
|One of the many old derelict waterside mills|
We are now in a large pound and small mooring basin with just a couple of locks between us and the end of the Calder & Hebble.
|Cruising in the country and enjoying the sunshine|