Going into one lock we met eight gentleman in a day boat. They had all gone to the Loughborough Grammar School (class of 1948) and had a reunion every year by hiring a boat and going for a meal. We travelled together for several locks, during which time they steadily consumed their huge stock of wine and beers. Several bottles of port were reserved for after the meal and the journey back. Annie threatened to jump ship and join them.
The 'class of '48' geriatric drinking party |
Entering Leicester things became steadily more industrial and threatening. Every lock had groups of youths congregating, along with a bunch of alcoholics swigging away. However all seemed quite affable, although we were asked if we had any food or drink, and could they have a go! Sorry lads.... The centre of Leicester has a glorious straight mile of river - lovely and wide. Whilst we saw a rowing club, similarities with Oxford and the Thames stopped there. The river was choked with weed, buildings alongside were derelict and the river was shut in and threatening. We couldnt help feeling that, industrial though it was, the city had turned its back on the river rather than making it a focal point to be proud of. Someone is missing a trick.
Landscape of chimneys - Leicester's dereliction |
The cities forgotten 'straight mile' |
Lady just after being dragged out of the canal Fortunately her harness helped. |
We arrived at Kings Lock - the top of the restriction - at 5pm. The lock, and the next few along, were padlocked until 9am tomorrow to save water. Fortunately we were now through the grotty bits and out in the open. 2 other boats were there and it all looked quite pleasant and safe. Good TV reception - yipee!
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