When the canal first made it to Birmingham, the people rang the church bells as they foresaw the wealth that would follow. And Birmingham soon had more canals than any other British town, a network of loops, locks, wharves, branches…
When the canal first made it to Birmingham, the people rang the church bells as they foresaw the wealth that would follow. And Birmingham soon had more canals than any other British town, a network of loops, locks, wharves, branches…
We have come out of hibernation in the great city of Birmingham. The constant, heavy, mood-busting rain of the last three days has finally lifted. The wind has dropped. The canal might still be full of abandoned shopping trolleys (and…
Fourteen quid for ten days’ fruit and veg. Courtesy Birmingham market.
On the plus side: lovely visitors, a chocolate tasting competition courtesy of Cadbury World’s shop, the characterful and welcoming canals of Brum central, and a simply glorious pub (complete with mini beer festival and BBQ) in Bournville. On the less…
Sometimes, the canal’s builders didn’t have room for a proper brick arch. Or perhaps the vehicles using it couldn’t handle the steep gradient of a hump backed bridge. So they built drawbridges! Here’s two from today. Clever use of hydraulics…
There’s something a bit different in this picture. Unlike Tom’s Shakespeare pun competition (still open, by the way), no prizes here. Or rather, no prize that anyone in their right mind would want. (That’s a hint; it’s just not a…
Our voyage has now taken us 233 miles since we left Yelvertoft on 7th April. At a rather regal 3mph, and dozens and dozens of locks in between, one would be forgiven for imagining a dull, spirit-sapping trudge along an…