A much nicer Bollington than the other one. 2nd December

Bollington Aqueduct


The Bollington Battlements

If it hadn’t been for those pesky ducks I’d have had a really nice day! There I was sitting on my wall  invisible to woofers and people alike, but sadly not those ducks who started to taunt me about my yellow home. I wasn’t going to have any of that. So I silenced my bell and crept round Lillian into the pram cover where I could watch them from a height and decide what to do. I jumped down silently, crawled along, if only I could get one of them that would shut them up! A preparatory bum wiggle then pounce. 

Wet, freezing and deep! That wasn’t in the plan. I twisted myself round and my flailing paw grasped the big black bumper which meant I could haul myself out just as the back doors opened, so I sped inside. I didn’t need towel rubbing, if I’d been allowed to sit everywhere, as I wanted, I’d have dried off much quicker.

Once Tilly was dried off we decided to go and see what this Bollington was like. We walked back along the towpath and found some incredibly steep steps leading down to the road below the aqueduct. Following the road the terraced cottages looked a picture nestling in the bottom of the steep sided valley. It being a conservation area buildings that were once shops and pubs don’t hide their history, they almost boast it as you walk along the streets. Turning a corner the houses opened out into a grassy square where the town Christmas tree stood proudly. Several restaurants overlooked the square, so much nicer than the Bollington on the other side of the canal.


They won’t hang around til the 25th

Turning onto the main street we spotted a paper shop for tomorrow and various other shops. A good looking bakers, we have too much bread already. Then a fantastic looking butchers with turkeys hanging in the window pulled us in. With our two carrots we joined the queue behind chaps buying shin of beef, large steaks, legs of lamb and placing their orders for Christmas. Luckily Mick had spied pies and their sausages looked good too, so we left with more than just a horse snack.


Beeston Brow up to the Mill or so we thought!

We decided to head up Beeston Brow which looked like it would bring us up to Clarence Mill and the canal. The lane is so steep that rocks have been added to the surface for extra grip, around the bend people have added terraced parking areas at the side of the road. As we climbed we got to see the building sight by the canal and views across and down into the deep valley below, there was still further to climb. Soon we realised that the lane was actually now taking us away from the canal and mill and with no footpath we had to retrace our steps back down the hill and find the next road up the embankment.



Proper houses with proper chimneys

Back on Lillian we enjoyed our pies whilst I worked out how to get to Chorlton next week. A designer I used to work with is needing some help with a model for Birmingham Rep so I’m going to pick it up and work on it on the boat. I suspect we’ll be constantly moving it about to make space for ourselves. Once Oleanna is launched I’ll be able to use Lillian as a studio for a while until we sell her.

0 locks, 0 miles, 9 cocky fat headed quackers, 1 soggy moggy, 2 soaked towels, 1 soaked bath mat, 1 dry bed, 45 degree steps needing crampons, 1 nicer side than the other, 6 turkeys, 2 carrots, 6 sausages, 2 pies, 1 very steep wrong turn, 1 tax return filed, 2 blinds on ebay ( blinds ), 1 slipped disc, 5 ish days work, 1 thank you to Ali.


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