Walking with Terry
After the debacle we had with public transport a couple of weeks ago when we went to Adlington we took some Librium and set off again for Manchester by bus. From home its only 8 miles but it took us 1 hour 10 minutes. How folk do this on a regular basis commuting to work is beyond me and i think i would be seeking help from a psychiatrist.
Anyway we got to the re-vamped Victoria train station, and what a nice job they have made of it btw, in good time to get tickets to 'uddersfield and a coffee from the tax dodgers, you know who i mean.
On time and direct we were in 'uddersfield by 10.30am. It must have been 10 degrees colder than Manchester, everyone dressed for winter and it was spitting with rain and blowing a hooley.
Huddersfield's wonderful railway station with added water feature.
Heading south or down hill, the town was quite busy and although i had promised myself a bacon butty upon arrival, i wasn't going to queue up for it, and Gregg's was packed to the door.
The wind was bitterly cold and once out of the protection of the buildings it was almost blowing us over.
We reached the narrow canal at lock 3, adjacent to the Kirklees College. The clouds were getting darker and no sooner had i taken the photo below did the heavens open. With blue sky around we took shelter under a tree rather than don waterproofs and as it happened this was to become the theme of the day. Only on one wide open area did we get caught out.
Kirklees College with a rain shower approaching.
Approaching the Longroyd railway viaduct. Opened in 1899. Clouds looking ominous.
The Brittania fabric mill.
Still operational and the weaving looms could be heard through the open windows.
Milnsbridge with the new-ish canal side apartments.
Just passed this point there was a huge Police presence, lots of vans and the regional marine unit. What looked like forensic units, all masked up. I didn't take photographs for obvious reasons and we guessed that maybe a body had been found in the river Calder, but that might be just our imaginations.
The Calder passes under the canal and since our last visit here a new path had been installed down to the weir which is quite impressive.
Appleyard Bridge and locks.
Going dark again as we approach Titanic Mill, now apartments.
Dad, what are these two looking at.
Going up the Marsden flight of locks.
We did just over 12km.