I arrived in Stoke-on-Trent today at about four-thirty. The canal here is not a clean canal indeed I will be very busy for the next day or so, but the architecture is fab. Some of the old factories are amazing. Except the one that burst into flames a few days ago. I of course missed the fireworks (gas bottles exploding) and the sudden ignition of a red diesel tank, which I am told turned the whole sky red.
I am 4 miles from the tunnel which will take me to the start, or is that finish, of the Macclesfield Canal. The Macc is the object of my journey. The very reason I came this far ‘oop norf’. Why did I come here? to take a photograph of Milly M in a turnover bridge. Crazy I know, but ‘there ya go’.
No 2 daughter is coming to visit Wednesday so I will have a spell to do a few jobs providing I can find a supplier of electric cable. Ho hum!