|Damart thermals - just right for August|
We were at the bottom of the Bingley Locks, having made a short hop from our overnight halt outside (and inside) The Fisherman's at Dowley Gap. It was a pretty decent pub; rated number two by Tripadvisor out of 52 in Bingley, for what that's worth. We enjoyed ample and tasty steak and ale pies, then managed to squeeze down a shared sticky toffee pudding before retiring, bloated boaters.
|But next day ended in sunshine over the Dales|
In a short stop at Saltaire we wandered some of the close-packed back streets and chatted to a local resident who'd been born in his house and lived there ever since.
His mother was a former housemaid 'in service' but when war broke out in 1939 she moved to work in the cotton mills at Saltaire – like so many women the coming of war and the departure of men to fight created opportunities that changed their lives. It certainly did in this case: four years after joining the Salt workforce the former housemaid bought her own house in Saltaire for £350 - something she couldn't have dreamed of as a domestic servant.
At Bingley we saw the end of the canal's staircases No end to the swing bridges, though – at times they've been coming at one every few hundred yards. But it was easier going this time we found ourselves in a four boat convoy so - in a very slow motion version of Olympic team pursuit cycling - each of us took a turn opening a bridge then dropped to the back of the line.
|You need to be slim for these Dales gates|
|This makes narrowboating on the L&L seem easy|