|Passing the extraordinary Great Wall of Tod|
But the noise started to die away and things were quiet when we disappeared to bed at about 11pm. Until about 2am when we were woken by our guard dog Brian growling. Vicky heard a scuffling on deck and thought it was a rat – but it was a scrote busy trying to undo our front rope. "Oi! Clear off." she shouted and he did as fast as his drunken legs would go.
I re-tightened our knots and then we noticed that the Shire Cruisers hire boat had been more successfully 'scroted' and was drifting in mid-stream. I was able to gather its lines and have it partially re-moored before a sleepy face appeared from inside.
It's the first time in ten years boating that we've been un-moored and how ironic it should happen in a place so safe and boater-friendly.
|The canal cuts a spectacular route through the steep sided valley|
|Marooned in mid-stream in a shallow pound|
|The handsome Lob Mill lock|
|Moored by Tod's aquatic sculpture and, below, the steel glittering in the night lights|
|Todmorden's magnificent town hall|
It's a centre of UFO activity - a police constable claimed he was abducted by aliens and a mysterious murder was said to have been carried out by aliens too.
Tod is the home of two Nobel prize winners: Sir John Cockcroft (physics) Sir Geoffrey Wilkinson (chemistry) both went to Todmorden Grammar School.
At one time, Tod had the biggest weaving shed in the world.
It used to have six railway stations.
It was only the second town in Britain to have buses.
The Yorkshire/Lancashire boundary originally ran through the middle of the town hall.
Keith Emerson of Emerson, Lake & Palmer; John Helliwell of Supertramp and Geoff Love the big band leader were all born in Tod – as was John Kettley the weatherman.
|Even Tod's Lidl is in a handsome old stone building|
As we headed on upwards the the locks were coming closer together and the surrounding hills more lumpy, trees giving way to scrubland and fields to coarse grass. But despite our fears there was no shortage of water; in fact the stuff was pouring over the top of some of the locks.
|Grandma Pollard's famous fish n' chip shop at Walsden was sadly closed today|
|Rugged hillsides and more locks as we head on to the summit|
We passed the famous Grandma Pollard's fish and chip shop in Walsden – the sign 'car park for 100 cars' shows how famous it is – finally stopping for the night in one of the longer pounds just below the summit where Mrs B was unlucky enough to unship the rudder from its bottom mount when she ran over some rubble while mooring. Fortunately half an hour of crowbar work got it back into place and saved us an expensive call-out to our remote location.
We are now just six locks from the summit and then it will all be downhill - though to judge by the comments of a boater who'd just come up from Manchester, it might be downhill but it will be an uphill task.