Canals etc

My grandfathers engineering works was at the head of a road that lead down to a pottery works which backed onto the Trent Mersey canal as a very young boy when I got fed up of wandering around the works or was told to bugger off I would wander down to the pottery works where they would make wooden crates out of cut staves and pack the pottery in them with straw, these were then loaded onto barges from a wharf. No one seemed to mind a small boy of probably 6 years old wandering about watching people work. It was a very different world, early 1950s. probably at the end of barge transport.
 
My grandfathers engineering works was at the head of a road that lead down to a pottery works which backed onto the Trent Mersey canal as a very young boy when I got fed up of wandering around the works or was told to bugger off I would wander down to the pottery works where they would make wooden crates out of cut staves and pack the pottery in them with straw, these were then loaded onto barges from a wharf. No one seemed to mind a small boy of probably 6 years old wandering about watching people work. It was a very different world, early 1950s. probably at the end of barge transport.
In the late 50s or early 60s, my Dad took our converted lifeboat along the canals from the Humber to Dewsbury. There was very little commercial traffic and the only part of the network in good order was the canals supplying power stations - I particularly remember one long straight haul with a power station on the horizon! But the bits that were no longer in recent commercial use were VERY rickety!
 
In my coasting days the ship went up to Google twice a year to load coal for Gweek.For a novice mate it was very dramatic having a wagon load of coal up ended and suspended over the hold as the coat was discharged.The rules where any coal that landed on the deck was the ships property so enough coal was shoveled off the deck to keep the ships boiler going!
 
Goole is extraordinary.
You sit in traffic waiting for a light to change, ho hum, bloody rush hour, and there ahead suddenly crossing from L to R is the upper deckhouse of a coaster, whose hull remains hidden behind a turfed embankment .
Loved it.

And one of the many joys of the Netherlands too
 
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