|A floating apartment block passes us|
Today dawned misty but dry and within an hour the sun had burnt the mist away and started to turn the temperature gauge up. We were ready for the off ... but then Seadog Brian decided to fall in again in an over-excited leap from boat to bank. With him hauled out and towelled off, we headed through the enormous Castleford flood lock – as big as a swimming pool – and on to the Calder part of the Aire & Calder; the Aire disappearing up to Leeds. The locks are still huge but all we have to do is push a few buttons and hydraulics take care of the rest.
|Pimp my lifeboat!|
At Wakefield we got a rude awakening: the easy-peasy electric locks came to a sudden stop at the manual Fall Ing lock – one of the heaviest and fiercest we've encountered anywhere. Wakefield looks a busier town that Castleford but the sight of a sunken boat at Fall Ing and a drunken woman sleeping it off under a bridge on the towpath doesn't encourage mooring. We pressed on and at Thornes Lock just outside of town found ourselves officially on the Calder & Hebble.
|As far as the eye can see is lock – a giant flood lock on the Aire&Calder|
|My Calder&Hebble handspike gets its first work-out|