|Moored up, well sort of, in Hebden Bridge|
|The picture postcard pretty centre of Hebden - and its Bridge|
|Distant hills as we pass through pretty Luddenden Foot|
|The tree lined route out of Sowerby and one of several other boats on the move|
There's a brief skirmish with industry after this as we pass the impossibly named Mytholmroyd. It looks like it ought to sound like someone gargling but is actually pronounced myth-em-royd (I think). More southern chuckling came at Broadbottom Lock. Actually broad bottoms would be handy to push most of these hefty lock beams and rather less chuckling when we encountered what looked like a road bridge but turned out to be a 25 yard tunnel with a 30 degree bend in it. You have to go in blind hoping that no-one's coming. Only when you're in do you see a glimpse of daylight from the other end. And no use sounding the horn; the traffic noise drowns it out.
But the twisted tunnel brings one into the edge of Hebden Bridge and just one more lock saw us reach the fine stone buildings of the town.
Mooring up was trickier: the canal sides are shallow and we are not so we ended up a good three feet out from the edge. Jumping on and off with Brian the dog for his late night toiletries will be fun.
It's a day off from boating tomorrow so we can explore the town and surroundings.