On the canal boat! The main reason we went to England.
Before we left Bunbury, a man traveling with his wife on their own boat, took our picture.
This is the shared living area of the boat. They are all in the galley, fixing breakfast it appears.
A typical bridge; we went under hundreds of these it seemed. Some were unpaved paths to a farmer's field.
We were glad all these boats were here, instead of on the canals.
Three of the many attractive homes we passed along the canals. It seemed strange, boating right by someone's yard.
This house was situated right at one of the locks.
You may wonder how we got through such narrow passages without scraping the
A typical mooring area, where we might spend the night, tied to metal stakes driven into the ground. Some had permanent mooring rings we could tie to.
Here we are in a lock; we are coming up and will open the gates at the near end when the water lever has raised the boat. Since the two Bills are visible on the boat, Marcia & Brenda are operating the lock.
What it looks like from the bow of the boat. Many of the locks leaked like this one. Directly ahead of the bow is the cill at the bottom of the gate that we will float over when we exit the lock.
Same lock; the lock has filled and we are on our way.
We saw a lot of hawthorn in bloom along the way. Also, swans, geese, and a lot of mallards and other ducks.
Marcia and Bill take one of their turns at the helm; we traded off every hour.
What looks like a wall just beyond the bridge, is the gate of a lock. We will be going up.
Marcia approaches a paddle valve control with the winch crank and her visor in her hand. This is a double lock, where two boats can lock through at the same time, going in either direction.
After waiting for about ten boats to come through, we will follow the boat ahead of us into that tunnel. It is over a mile long, and will take about an hour to go through. There is a huge fan at the other end that blows air into the tunnel all the while we are in there. The boaters never travel at night, but all the boats are equipped with a headlight and taillight that are called "tunnel lights."
We pass through Stoke-On-Trent, the largest city we went through. Notice the more traditional boat behind us. We saw several of these, but they rarely went faster than we did, about 3-4 mph.
Marcia cranks a paddle valve.
Bill C. opens a lock gate.
Many people have the canals right in their back yard. Lots of waterfront in England.
Some of the tranquil scenery we passed along the way.
Most of the private boats had flower pots on top, and were brightly painted, with names.
Left: someone's garden; Center: Evening beauty Right: A very narrow stretch of canal.
A very unusual bridge with a double-arch. That is an old telegraph pole in the upper arch.
The motley crew on Silver Dream.
Marcia cranks up a "lift bridge." Marcia enjoyed cranking.
Marcia cools her heels (and toes).
Brenda chats with a another boater while waiting for the lock to fill.
The happy couples tied up in Chirk, our first stop in Wales; a great place to get steak & ale pie.
This is the first of two long aqueducts. This one is built of brick & stone, as you can see in the next picture. The actual canal is lined with clay to keep the water in. The tow-path is on the right with a railing, and on the left is two feet of stone, no railing, and then a 150 foot drop.
I ran ahead to get this picture and you can enlarge it for more details if you like.
This is the second of the two aqueducts. It is made of cast iron troughs supported by stone arches and has been here for 200 years. As you can see, the tow-path is on the right, and on the left is two inches of iron and then the big drop.
The view of the River Dee from the aqueduct.
Marcia and me at the dam where the water is diverted into the canal system. We walked about two miles to get here. I got several comments on my home-made hat during the trip, and a couple of offers. For the hat, that is.
We hope you have enjoyed your pictorial tour of our trip.