“Fancy a Curry Walk?” asked JJ.
I think that was a “Yes”.
We met on the towpath in Timperley at 10am, for a re-run of the walk we enjoyed on 16 February 2011.
After passing posh barges in Sale, Stretford’s water borne transport looked a little run down.
John’s brother Damian met us in Stretford. He’s over here from Sydney, on his third visit in twenty years. Here they are at the junction where the Bridgewater Canal heads off towards Eccles and our route to Manchester is beside the link with the Rochdale Canal.
Earlier in the year, orchids and water lilies flourish here, but today the colour in the hedgerow was provided mainly by Asters.
The Australian tourist seemed fascinated.
Beyond the football ground, the towpath changes to the other side of the canal, at the Throstle Nest Bridge in Old Trafford.
There’s a Throstles Nest pub nearby. It used to be my ‘local’.
Here’s the view towards Manchester from the bridge.
Nearer to ‘town’ I took a close-up picture of this freshly painted bridge, but have chosen the following image in preference, illustrating not only the finely decorated bridge, but its exhausted painter, an exercising office worker, a camera happy Australian tourist, a thirsty TGO Challenger, and some very old cobbles.
Castlefield, backed by the Beetham Tower, always seems busy with boats, bridges, waterways and people. It’s a vibrant spot that just a few years ago would have had the air of a desolate wasteland.
That’s Rick, on the bridge, passing the time with a local eccentric whilst waiting for us. He would never miss a curry opportunity, even when not fit enough to complete the walk.
The area sports numerous ‘touches’ in support of city centre wildlife, here by way of inaccessible bird boxes under a very old railway bridge.
After walking through Manchester’s centre, almost entirely beside the canal, our objective - ‘Rice + 3 Curries - £4.90’ - was finally reached.
15km in just over three hours. After lunch we adjourned to the ‘English Lounge’ for a beer. Unfortunately there was no beer, so we went to the Shakespeare, where the Boddies was on tap but ‘off’ if you get my drift. The Spitfire went down well, though!
Here’s the route: