The Many Mills of the Macc

Even though we are now heading south at a vast rate of knots, okay roughly 2 miles an hour, we still look up at the Mills with a sense of wonder. Goyt Mill in Hawk Green, Marple is the youngest of the three that stand out for me. Built originally in 1905 by the Goyt Spinning company to produce cotton fabric was a major source of employment in Marple until 1960. Nowadays it predominantly houses antique warehouses, fun to wander around reminiscing about all the junk you threw away when clearing great aunt maud’s house. There is a fascinating memoire in the Marple website worth browsing if you scroll down.

Approaching Goyt Mill
Can you imagine loading and unloading your wares here?

Once through Marple we were back to enjoying some rural tranquility

We wondered if that sunny day we had last week was summer and we’re already experiencing Autumn.

Before stopping for fuel at Baileys

Where we picked up a hitchhiker again, -remember the cat that came to say hello last month, we also popped in to say hello to James and Donna and the team at Braidbar.

Not sure this little newt was quite ready to emerge from hibernation, we pulled him up on our tyre fender, so I carefully returned him back into the bank.

Then on to the oldest surviving Mill on this route at Bollington,

Approaching Bollington and Clarence mill


Clarence Mill was built in 1834 and specialised in spinning sea island cotton, which, for those unfamiliar with the intricacies of cotton, is an extremely fine long stapled cotton variety used for making lace and muslin. It is infact supposed to be the rarest form of cotton and can make a luxurious (expensive) silk like fabric.


I missed the photo of the next Mill on our route south, the Adelphi Mill on the southern side of Bollington because I was in the galley cooking bacon butties. Aldelphi Mill began spinning cotton, it progressed to throwing silk, and finally spun man made fibres for Courtaulds until 1970s. Nowadays it houses offices for the nearby pharmaceutical company, Astrazennica

Which leads us nicely onto my third Mill, the Hovis Mill in Macclesfield itself.

The Old Hovis Mill

This is where grain was ground to make flour. The technique used produced a distinctive flavour and any baker using this flour is able to call the bread a Hovis loaf. Milling only took place here from 1898 to 1904 because demand grew and the company moved to bigger premises at Trafford Park, Manchester. They did however keep the building. It was renamed the Publicity Works, where they made the paper wrappers to wrap the bread in. Nowadays it’s a rather nice place to live. One interesting feature is the iron ballustrade along the eaves that survived being removed and smelted down during the second world war efforts. I don’t think I’d have liked climbing up there to remove it.

There were of course other mills, and industries along the canal and rivers that dominate this area, Macclesfield was known particularly for silk production, Bollington had a thriving hand made button industry, there was coal mining and sheep farming, to name but a few which helped make it a prosperous place to live.
The Macclesfield canal society website if you want something to talk about.

The final leg, The Liverpool Link

With our new lock buddies, we set off down the Stanley flight. It was
Helen and Russell’s first journey onto Liverpool Link canal – We
felt like old pro’s, this is the third time we had
done this trip.

With many thanks to the willing volunteers for seeing us both down the Stanley Flight locks

Basking in the glorious weather we cruised towards the bascule bridge

Will we fit underneath?

Begrudgingly admired the brand new Everton football ground being built on the reclaimed waterfront

I suppose there’s room for two clubs in Liverpool although only one worthy of lifting the silverware

We slid along Sid’s ditch

Sid the volunteer synonymous with the link canal

Saluting the Liverbirds

Perhaps not the best viewing angle of the Liver Building, but its a privilege to be able to cruise outside its front door

Through the tunnel under the museum

We provided a photo opportunity for the tourists on the bridge into the Albert dock

And finally out into Salthouse dock

And mooring up on our favourite pontoon

It feels like we’ve come home after spending nearly 9 months here, after taking a 2019 winter mooring and then getting locked in for covid in 2020

back in 2020

Our covid padlocks are still there albeit a bit faded, we’ve kept in touch with our lockdown buddies although sadly Angie is no longer with us,

Our Journey has taken us from Leighton Buzzard on 1st January up along the Grand Union canal, through Braunston, Warwick, Birmingham, Stourbridge, past Stafford, through the Harecastle tunnel, down Heartbreak Hill, onto the Bridgewater canal and finally onto the Leeds and Liverpool and Liverpool Link to complete our journey. We’ve had a few delays for canal maintenance, weather, being frozen inn, and a few long stays for family visits, we’ve had to revise our route a couple of times to avoid getting stuck, we’ve met old friends and made new friends, laughed and cried, I even fell in, but no photos and no blog posts about that.
The journey has been 281 miles long, and we’ve done 219 locks, 23 swing or lift bridges, and cruised on 15 canals. Canal planner suggests its 143 hours cruising, we did it 6 months and 10 days.

Swiped from AC CANAL PLANNER

And now I think we deserve a holiday. But more of that later

Oxford, part 1 – all work and no play

Of course I’d like to say I studied here, well no not really, it wouldn’t have been the best or right place for either of us, but oh boy what a lovely place to immerse yourself in academia if you’re so inclined.

One very proud young man


And the day we explored was graduation day so plenty of smiling happy family’s milling around the closed gates Sheldonian.


And without any logical plan of our own we just walked around town enjoying the atmosphere

And soaking up some of the history of the place

The faculty of history building

There was too much reading up to do

The Bodleian library

and taking good photos was proving difficult

The Radcliffe camera

But Christchurch has to be the most magnificent

Christchurch from the meadows

Or perhaps not wanting to be left behind Magdalen College

Magdalen College

Which sits on the banks of the Cherwell and where we could watch the haphazard tourists trying to outdo the students punting. The queue was long so we didn’t have a go

Punting on the cherwell

And we ended our day back at Christchurch for choral evensong

Inside the quad a christchurch
Awaiting evensong

The Midlands March, Made it to the middle

And we’ve made it, we are now moored in the centre of Birmingham, just a stones throw from the popular canal hub, celebrating heritage and entertainment.Admittedly it doesn’t look a very exciting mooring,

Ladywood wharf

but we weren’t sure if or when the brummies went to bed

The canal quarter


And we were only a minute from the some real culture

Who doesn’t love Lego


But the first thing I did was get us some tickets for a Symphony Hall concert We hadn’t planned our arrival so we had to take what was on offer, I was hoping for some classic orchestral magnificence and I think we struck gold

CBSO in the Symphony hall


What we got was an orchestrated Abba tribute evening. Not quite the sort of classical we had hoped for, but definitely a classic, and it was fun. We both love Abba and we were encouraged to join in and dance. Brilliant to be moored 5 minutes walk from the ICC, home of the symphany hall. We were set us up for a good few days exploring.

The old and the new


Birmingham is getting ready to host the commonwealth games later this year, so there’s quite a bit of revamping the attractions, unfortunately the big museum was closed. But the famous library was open. It’s quite an iconic modern building from the outside,

The Library

but if you take the time to climb up to the very very top, not only is the view spectacular, (if you look beyond the construction)

But you can still the 1882 Shakespeare Memorial room, that was dismantled and reassembled in its new home, combining the old and the new

The Shakespeare Memorial room

Birmingham seems a progressive city which embraces changes in society. In 2014 a controversial sculpture called “A Real Birmingham Family” was unveiled outside the library, it depicts two single parents, who are sisters, and their children. Whilst I love the support they obviously give each other, I hate seeing fathers sidelined.

“A real family”


But I’m sure my favourite sculpture in Birmingham has to be the giraffe.

Of course another of Birminghams big draws is the Bullring shopping centre. But as it was at least a 25 minute walk from Firecrest and I’m still hesitant to mingle and browse in shopping centres just for the fun of it, and I couldn’t persuade Eric to take me shopping in the jewellery quarter, we decided to explore those areas on another visit.