Leek Winding Hole to Stoke on Trent Boat Club
Chilling butter for pastry, Hiding the Merlot, Villains and Rhododendrons, Gen X or was it Z were the subjects covered in this morning’s zoom. Not the full compliment of Mick’s siblings present, one off digging up Scotland the other in Paris watching the Paralympics. Tilly arrived back just in time for us all to say goodbye until next week, we could now be on our way again.
The boat from the water point was just arriving, mooring up in front of us. The lady wasn’t impressed with the Caldon, I think her words were ‘It’s rubbish, I’ll be glad when we get off it!’ We have to say we quite like it up here, yes it’s shallow, overgrown in places, the first part from Stoke isn’t all that picturesque, but when the sun is out some stretches are wonderful. But each to their own.
Four fishermen sat along the towpath, yesterday we’d had the day boat at the winding hole, today it was fishermen. Then a boat came through the bridge hole towards us, one fisherman refusing to lift his rod until the very last minute. We were asked if we’d winded further along the arm by the chap at the helm. They must have missed the blue sign saying to wind here if you are over 45ft.
Back through the tunnel, the cows joined today by a fishing heron. We gradually made our way along the contour. We’ve been here twice before and remembered more views, these visits were when there was far less foliage on the trees, maybe that’s why we like it up here because we can remember the views.
The nice mooring we’d spotted yesterday was empty. We were curious to see if there would have been enough depth for us to pull in there. Mick slowed Oleanna and started to bring her in, we think we’d have made it if we’d been properly trying. But instead Oleanna headed off in a direction unintended and it took a while to get back on course.
NB Beatrice the trip boat was passed, then the day boat, another narrowboat, blimey it was busy today! A couple were rapidly trying to get some resin on some fibreglass to hold a wooden grab rail onto their roof, yesterday the chap had been sweltering in direct sun, today they were racing against the resin going off and it starting to rain.
Over the aqueduct, a right hand bend. Here at one time there used to be a staircase that took the canal down towards Froghall. Where it joined the canal below the current set of locks the channel is noticeable as you head towards Stoke. In fact there have been three lots of locks here in the past. These photos were taken yesterday.
‘The Leek Arm was built in 1801 to bring water from the newly constructed Rudyard Reservoir to a newly lengthened summit level at Denford. This involved building a new embankment across the valley of the Endon Brook and a new staircase flight of locks at the edge of Hazelhurst Wood to replace three separate locks between there and Endon.’
’40 years later the staircase (having proved to be a bottleneck as John Rennie the Leek Arm engineer had warned) was abandoned and replaced by a flight of 3 new locks at Hollinhurst (the “New Hazelhurst Locks”). Part of the original 1778 line of the canal was re-used and a new aqueduct built through the Denford Embankment, thus creating one of the six places in the UK where one navigable waterway crosses another.’ Thank you IWA . The route of the old canal and locks is shown in grey.
As we got close to the junction, we could see there was a boat approaching on the other side of the next bridge. We held back, the boat ahead reversed, had they seen us? Or were they just manoeuvring themselves? In the end we approached slowly, they were right at the junction, maybe they were winding, maybe just turning. The two boats managed to get past each other just!
Pulling in at the services, we topped up on water, the washing machine had been on, disposed of rubbish and then carried on for a little while longer. The towpath had been trimmed where we’d tried to get in the other day, the grass now all yellow and flat hanging over the armco. We pulled in a little before the Stoke on Trent Boat Club arm, a late lunch, shore leave for Tilly and time to catch up on blog writing.
I had intended to walk over to have a look at the information boards by the old swing bridge, but Tilly was busy outside with a possibility that she would follow, plus it had started to rain. As we got ready to enjoy a roast chicken it rained heavier a rumble of thunder skitting across the sky.
0 locks, 1 aqueduct, 3 siblings, 1 stripy lawn in Surrey, 4.4 miles, 2 many boats, bridge 6 very shallow, 2 outsides, 1 test match, 3 different routes, 1 roast chicken.
Catch the right time of the year and the Bluebells are stunning
Ooo, always love bluebells