So orf we pootled onto the Leeds and Liverpool canal in company with another boat to share the locks with but with dire warnings of the dangers ahead. Yes the dreaded 'Kirskstall locks', where God fearing narrow boaters are savagely and regularly attacked by vandals and bands of feral children. To be fair the lock keepers who permanently man these locks did tell some interesting stories, like how their hut was burned down last summer. And goodness yes, as we arrived, just look what we were confronted with:
Were we scared? Did we turn and run? Nope we made the little darlings push the lock gates open which they loved.
So we're now moored up in a little village called Rodley - very pretty with two pubs, a shop and a chandlery. Probably stay the day tomorrow as I have some tinkering to do. I'll try to stay out of the chandlery but they have a habit of luring me in and making me spend all my money!!