Just a short trip today: about two hours to just short of the Anchor Inn, by Anchor Bridge (42). It was windy and the head wind made a real difference. Normally, I pass moored boats at about 1,000 rpm (a pity so many don’t!), but needed 1,300 to maintain headway.
To be precise, the Shropshire Union Middlewich Branch (SUMB); some of the flora in this neck of the woods. The second part is about some of the history of the SUMB, and it is strangely topical.
Although this is not about family history, it is inconceivable that my Evans ancestors did not travel along this section of canal on their way to Wombourne. Continue reading “Bloomers on the Branch”
Here are a few pictures from recent walks. On Friday I decided to walk all the way to Nantwich along the cut, which, at a relaxed pace, took just two hours. It was not a great day for photography, but was a pleasant outing.
At Barbridge Junction I turned left (east) towards Nantwich. Continue reading “Travels on Shanks’s Pony”
Last week, as you may have gathered, I was in Warwick. I had seen most of the well-known attractions before, but on a stroll found Abbey Park. This is much less formal than the typical Victorian or Edwardian Parks, which are usually kept very well-manicured. Still, it is a pleasant space in the urban area, with a couple of useful routes to and from the town centre. Continue reading “Under the spreading chestnut tree”
Just a few things I saw on the way to Chasewater and back this morning.
Eagle-eyed locals may just pick out the top of the old valve gear building on Chasewater dam.
A while back I looked at my father’s family as war approached – also 1939 and all that. Now I visit my mother’s family, name of Brown, who lived at 41 Chapel Street. Number 41 is the house beyond the hedge on the right of the painting. The artist was Joan Jackson, who lived later at 43 with her husband Les. Number 41 was where I spent the first year of my life and where my mother grew up.
I pointed out that searching the 1939 Register, online via Findmypast, can be a frustrating exercise, as the records of many people who are long dead remain locked because they have not been updated to anything like the present. This time it would be more difficult. I would have to break in by the back door.