Saturday.
Another quiet night at Whitley Locks. Loads of washing up to do. Moved the boat up to Whitley Bridge near the Jolly Miller and walked in to the village to Spar and to pick up J's phone. Had a quick drink at the Horse and Jockey before seeting off eastwards. Passed Kellingley Colliery and Knottingley, before stopping off at Castleford for petrol. The man in the petrol sation said he was closed for one hour. Bizarre.
About an hour and a half later we left Cas and headed towards Stanley ferry where we know there is a canalside family pub. As we approached Birkwood Lock, it was beginning to go dark. We could hear at commotion and were told that the gates would not shut and that a set of keys were stuck in both sets of controls - something that should not ever happen! BW had been called out but there was no indication how long they would be. The two boat owners concerned both were a bit merry - to say the least - and we wondered if this had contributed to the situation. Rather than wait around, we moored the boat closeby and walked down to Stanley Ferry, about a mile.
In the pub, two of the boaters involved came in an hour or so after us, and at this point were making even less sense. Heading back, the lock was closed and both boats had gone.
Another quiet night at Whitley Locks. Loads of washing up to do. Moved the boat up to Whitley Bridge near the Jolly Miller and walked in to the village to Spar and to pick up J's phone. Had a quick drink at the Horse and Jockey before seeting off eastwards. Passed Kellingley Colliery and Knottingley, before stopping off at Castleford for petrol. The man in the petrol sation said he was closed for one hour. Bizarre.
About an hour and a half later we left Cas and headed towards Stanley ferry where we know there is a canalside family pub. As we approached Birkwood Lock, it was beginning to go dark. We could hear at commotion and were told that the gates would not shut and that a set of keys were stuck in both sets of controls - something that should not ever happen! BW had been called out but there was no indication how long they would be. The two boat owners concerned both were a bit merry - to say the least - and we wondered if this had contributed to the situation. Rather than wait around, we moored the boat closeby and walked down to Stanley Ferry, about a mile.
In the pub, two of the boaters involved came in an hour or so after us, and at this point were making even less sense. Heading back, the lock was closed and both boats had gone.
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