I'm sure last time I did the 18 locks on the Ashton Canal they weren't the slog they were today. Perhaps it's because last time we were ascending. Or perhaps it's because last time we weren't following a boat and having to turn almost every lock.
I'd set the alarm for 0715. Five minutes earlier and we'd have been down the locks an hour sooner, I'm sure. Oh well, there's no rush, and we're all set for new (to us) waterways tomorrow. Actually, we're already on new water as we have tied up having turned right onto the Rochdale Canal from Ducie Street Junction. 100 yards ahead of us is the first lock, Lock 83.
There's a rich feast of old mills and warehouses on the Ashton. Here's a sample of lovely brickwork at the water's edge.
The buildings got increasingly wacky. This one looks to be a stack of three giant playbricks, only approximately aligned, with huge lettering on them. The words are the names of waterways in the area, including Bridgewater Canal, River Irwell, Rochdale Canal. I couldn't read it all as I was too close.
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