Apart from a nasty niff coming from one (or both) of the two sewage works we passed, it was an uneventful journey. Along the way we crossed the tiny River Tawd (said by some to be the origin of the word ‘tawdry’ on a stone aqueduct.
As we approached the moorings at Parbold, we could see they were looking a bit full, so we were pleased when the chap on ‘Shanty Bay’ (who had moved out of the way for us at Burscough Sanitary Station a few days before) beckoned us over to the moorings on the off side where he was. These are, strictly speaking, long-term moorings, but there was plenty of space and we tied up in front of him.
And that’s about it!
Parbold Windmill & Bridge |
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