We moved from Romiley today (at last), but only as far as Dukinfield Junction where the Peak Forest Canal meets the Ashton Canal.
The first bridge we came to was this marvellous brick specimen carrying a railway line, although you wouldn't know that merely by passing under it.
At least one of these boats is not what you might call a "runner".
Never mind, it wasn't an official winding hole. So we carried on through the lift bridge to the winding hole as marked in Nicholson and started to wind there. It was a bit overgrown with trees, but I had my bow saw out and cut back as much as I could reach.
We're ready for our assault on the Ashton Locks tomorrow morning, and then we look forward to welcoming Jim, formerly of Starcross, who we hope will join us as we ascend the Rochdale Canal.
All this, and I haven't said anything about what we did yesterday, which was to visit Andrew and Bekka in Sheffield. We cheated, and took the train. I'll have to write properly about this at some point, as the train went through beautiful Peak District countryside.
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