We are now near to the top of Wigan, ready to go down the flight tomorrow. Will take about 6hours to get to our mooring at Dover Bridge.

The 1^st of July, and I did the 2^nd emptying of the poo part of the Airhead Compost Toilet.  After the debacle 7 weeks ago, where we clogged up the Elsan on the Caldon Canal, we thought that this time it could go in black bin liners and into the general waste. Again it was compost and it will continue to compost on its way to land fill. 

Had a great meal at the Top Lock pub just before the Johnson Hill flight of locks. with good real ale. Preceeded by a bottle of champagne donated by our canal buddies of the moment.  So the locks the next day managed to clear my head a bit.

Nearly a row at one of the locks. Some big headed know it all type, sporting pierced ears, silver rings on his chubby fingers and skippering a rather nice old tug, tried to tell a lady bringing her boat up the lock, that she was too slow, and should get more water in very fast, otherwise “we will be ‘ere all bleedin’day” She stated that as they were rather long , fast water would be quite dangerous. I was hoping she would have told him to naff off and mind his own biz. !  He then recd a phone call to say  that someone was emptying a lock ( this happened to be the Lock keeper. YEAH ), that raised his blood pressure a bit, and he stalked off saying that “they had better not ‘ave done”.  Haha, you big bully, lock keepers can do what they like, so yaboo sucks to you.  Anyway, we exited the bottom lock, with Doelally behind, and he was shouting that the boat in front of him should already be getting in the lock. !  Hang on, let us get out first, you steaming pillock. !!! we were out of the lock,  Deolally was trying to get out, but he just pushed his way in causing havoc.  What a clown. ! 

Entered the first lock on the Wigan Flight at 8.30am ,and exited the last lock at 12.20. Briliant going. My locking buddy for this part was Martin, and we worked well, with taking turns of closing a lock whilst the other walked off and opened the next etc..

Had a” go” on Marie’s bike. Its battery powered, so when going up hills you get a bit of help.It fee ls really funny as you start pedalling , and then Whoooosh, your off.  What a giggle.

 a SMILING fisherman. How strange.  One thicko fisherman said to Doelally "  you bloody narrowboats get on my nerves, anyone would fink that the canals were made fer yer".  yer wassick. !  they were 

 Wigan Locks.

 Swallows nest. They have no sence of smell, as they are nested up above an Elsan. Poooeeeee

 Church steeple at the start of the locks.

 the same just over half way down the locks.

Moored today at Worsley, ready for a week-end in Lovely Limm.  We pulled up in torrential rain, and then in the park by the side of Trundle came a bridegroom and his men and his photographer.  They took a few damp pics, I wished them well, and then it was “ I say,duck, would there be any chance of some pics on back of yer barge ???? “.  Yeah absolutely.  So dear old Trundle is in a wedding photo.  Mick and I posed in the windows like Rosie and Jim, but I guess we will be airbrushed out.  Oh and there was some socks hanging in the window( washing). I don’t normally hang socks in the window.

Sent off my little rhyme to Morrisons about  the lack of meat in a potato and meat pie. And lo and behold , I received a reply in rhyme from some bloke called Daniel.  He thanked me for complaining( nicely ) in rhyme, and we are to be sent a refund.  So good on yer, Mr Morrison.