Day One of the re-opened here’s your “freedom” back on strings hire-boat season, and the jewel in the canal crown of the top left-hand corner of England, the Llangollen canal – the one with the aqueducts Chirk & Pontcysyllte – is CLOSED.
Please be advised navigation is closed between Bridge 3, Martins Bridge and Bridge 4, Lees Bridge on the Llangollen Canal due an issue with a culvert.
Stop planks are being installed and we will be dewatering this section of canal to enable our teams to complete the necessary investigations.
An update will be provided Friday 16 April.The Watery Wellness Trust Ltd.
To all of the manifold reasons we’ve had in this past year to stay in some sort of reasonable “locality” must be added ‘…because as sure as deaf and taxies, if you venture far you’ll only end up stuck on the wrong side of some stoppage’.
The stoppage happened not long after the sunshine had evaporated the dew on the Chairman’s backside, but I do wonder if some hire-boat or boats had already been released and made it to the wrong side. Sod’s Law is a Universal Constant. Whether aye or nay those eager stayholiday-makers on the Llangollen won’t be getting off for a week (at the very least – months if it is a culvert that’s failed) and those from the Shroppie won’t be wombling up the Llan.
There are times (these times being specified colloquially as 24x7x365) when it feels as though the National Treasure that is the canal system is falling apart under our baseplates. Miss Havisham’s dining room was better kept. We live in a peculiar era when the National Trust spends more effort (and probably more money) on hectoring primary-school age visitors about their putative “white privilege” than they spend keeping the lead on the roof of Polesden Lacey. Roads built for motor vehicles are deliberately narrowed by egg-yolk-yellow paint and acne-red traffic cones to facilitate lumpy lycra-louts on velocipedes. The National Health Service has been effectively (and comprehensively) closed so that it doesn’t come to any putative harm during what has been termed as a “pandemic”. Up is down, black is “color” [sic], white is racist and we haven’t so much forgotten history as we have rewritten it into codswallop cartoon form, the easier to repeat it. Pah! A plague on all of our houses.
We have something formed from the dying vapours of an old-style Quango and tasked with looking after the canals… that has re-branded itself into a “Wellness Charity”, loathes boats and boaters (I cite as evidence their public actions) and courts only the favour of walkers, cyclists and anglers.
I think that perhaps in serious philosphical terms Fun Boy Three said it best some forty years ago.
On a practical note, the Llangollen is the virtual entirety of the water-feed for this portion of the Shropshire Union. Once it’s planked off and having its culverts resected there will needs must be some sort of bucket-line formed.
I suspect that it is beyond time to call out the…
Because no-one else seems to be prepared to go up the pole…
…especially when the pole has been destroyed by third-party contract strimmers.
In these …interesting… times the WWT Ltd run campaigns asking us all to pledge to pick up one item of plastic rubbish per day. Not, you might notice, to pledge to not actually drop that one item of rubbish in the first place!
Logic is not wot it used to be. Even the best of the ancient Greeks, accustomed as they were to communicating in “it’s all ancient Greek to me”, would have confessed themselves confused.
Wacky Races 2021 has – hereabouts at least – begun in the manner of some damp squib, with mayhap half a dozen hire boats passing (although the Constellation Class Anglo-Welsh boat was true to classic form; the helmsman chasing his own water-skier). After a year and more of house arrest is everyone too fat to get out through their own front door perhaps?
I know that it’s a damned close-run thing with me and the Cardinal’s bow doors. One more “comfort food” pie and I’ll have to open the portholes, stick my arms out and paddle to the nearest Weight-Watchers Clinic.
That said, if one does venture out then there are still some lovely old Thought-For-Today signs nailed up from the days of the Quite Cheerful Existentialists.
‘DEEP – KEEP OUT’ is fine advice these days.
Don’t think; it will only make you sad (and you’ll stick out like a sore thumb’.
The old ‘No Parking’ signs that used to fail to protect the bins that used to be at Barbridge before the Watery Wellness Trust Ltd removed all trace of binnery facilitus remain themselves in place – I had to squeeze between the railings and a parked car to take this photo.
I suppose that if I can still squeeze into that sort of gap then there’s probably room for one more pie. Although, with the bins removed, there’s nowhere to put the little foil tray afterwards.
It takes a True Nihilist to tear down a ‘No Parking’ sign, and nobody’s really what they say they are anymore, are they? Or are they? Am we? Is you? I no longer know. Perhaps I never did, although did what it is perhaps best that I not say. There’s a lot Not Said these days, and the world would be a better place if it were.
You see, what I really want to know is whatever happened to crop circles?
One never hears of them now.
Oh well. Chin-chin for the mo, and do please keep your items of litter crossed in re the “culvert collapse” on the Llangollen. An angler a day keeps the lock landing at bay. A cyclist is for life, not just for Christmas.
Ian H., & Cardinal W. Heading for pie for lunch, whatever the waist-line may say.