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Uppermill

It was nice to wake up to the roof cracking in the heat. The drop down to Uppermill is packed with views, a few boats moving up for their tunnel bookings meant a couple of locks in our favour but left long they soon leak empty. 137 more words

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Walking In The Rain

Diggle end of the Standedge Tunnel has delivered some crazy weather. With leaden skies, lightning cracks and rolling thunder the moors have looked dark and menacing.   241 more words

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King Of The Mountains

The stretch from Slaithwaite to Marsden is spectacular as the moors rise all around. Sitting in the last but one lock before Marsden, a car stopped and a lady appeared with her camera, explaining she’d seen us on the river in York and was pretty surprised to catch us in her home village too. 541 more words

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Down't Pit

Ramming and shoving like mad we still couldn’t cram the boat into Lock 6 of the Huddersfield Broad without taking a fender off. In what seemed like no time quite a gathering had appeared, slightly disappointed to realise nothing catastrophic was going down they happily hung around, chipping in with helpful suggestions. 303 more words

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Cucumber

After a night in the middle of nowhere we woke to more sunshine.

Two unusually ungrabby locks led to a mixture of cuttings and wide open water.  145 more words

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Rainy Season

Rain sweeps the dry land

Water sits in the valleys

Humidity wow…

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Grand Depart

It was 5.15am (five hours after the penalty shoot out), our directeur sportif lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The crowds gathered outside the boat, cracking open cans – celebrations had started early, a race space already seemed in the balance. 334 more words

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