We did manage to sleep at Tyburn last night. Once asleep, of course, one is oblivious to aeroplanes overhead. We heard them in the morning again, but they served mainly to illustrate how quiet our mooring was. There were a few cyclists on the metalled towpath yesterday afternoon, but I wasn't aware of any this morning.
It was a bit chilly first thing, despite the sunshine, so I lit the fire with a few logs on.
The approach to Salford Junction is defiantly urban. Here the M6 heads for the Gravelly Hill interchange, aka Spaghetti Junction, with a sprawling electricity substation in front.
Just after making the turn the satnav on the cabin top indicated that I was walking on the M6. It often gets it wrong.
The lock cottage by Garrison Bottom Lock was a sad burnt-out ruin, in a rather desolate area of metal recyclers and other stark industrial goings-on.
Jan informs me that the pretty yellow flowers by the bottom lock are cowslips.
At the top of Farmer's Bridge Locks we reversed into Cambrian Wharf and that is where we are now, enduring the noise from the Flapper bar.
Entertainment before sunset was provided by a skateboarder repeatedly jumping over the top lock. He was being filmed by a friend; no doubt the result will appear on YouTube.
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