|Leaving the scenery – and the sunny, blue skies|
Over the past two days we have made our way down twelve locks to the Aire valley below and to the castle town of Skipton. We've also made our way from sunshine, through a day of sun and showers to today when it just pee-ed down all day long. But we are here now and will be for a long weekend.
|Bank Newton locks are prone to leakages|
Where the chip shop now has a sign. Either they read my earlier blog entry – very unlikely – or had one on order but, anyway, you can't miss the place (or is it 'plaice'?) now because there's even a board on the pavement outside. Incidentally, when I went there a couple of days ago I asked for cod – I should have known better: northern chippies sell only haddock which, I now know, is a far superior fish.
|A Leeds-Liverpool short boat passes us at Gargrave|
|At Gargrave the canal goes over the fledgling River Aire|
The final swingbridge was an absolute bar-steward to move – it took the combined efforts of Mrs B and me. Seemingly it's renowned for being stiff. If that's the case how about someone sorting it out!
All in all, we were pleased to get to Skipton which is the first town we have moored in since, since I don't know when. It's a handsome place and, if the rain holds off, there should be plenty to keep us occupied.
|Meet she sheep-pig. Sorry ram, but you're not a looker|