We went to St. Luke's church in Brierfield for the 0915 service. There was a robed choir and a congregation of about 50 for the communion service. Unfortunately I have no idea what message the sermon was supposed to give.
When we got back to the boat we set off straight away as we had a luncheon appointment with Ben's parents. They were to join us at the bottom of Barrowford Locks for lunch on board before coming up the locks with us. At one of the locks John (Ben's dad) got a soaking. He was sitting in the well deck taking photographs when a jet of water suddenly issued from the side of the lock. It hadn't been there when we entered the empty lock, nor when the lock started filling.
We had already been cruising through some spectacular scenery, with the hills getting closer. The locks are in a lovely setting by a reservoir (from which I took this photo).
At the moorings just after exiting the tunnel they rammed the concrete edge as they picked up a passenger. This was my chance and I took it. I overtook. Phew! From our conversations with them doing the locks we knew that they were stopping at the marina at Barnoldswick; we stopped nearer the town.
As we walked into the town later in the evening we witnessed a superbly red sky.
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