Daily ramblings from a feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrow boater who likes cats, beer, tea, and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
Saturday, 2 March 2019
A black duck and a peacock
I don't think I've ever seen a duck quite this black.
So, we proceed along the Sheffield and Tinsley Canal (I am milking this for all it's worth) towards the top lock. But first we come to this, seen across the cut:
Frustratingly, the book doesn't give a date for this, but it is the remains of a lift bridge - Peacock Bridge, which carried the colliery railway line from Tinsley Park. The book shows the remains looking scarcely different twenty years ago from how they are today, just without the trees.
Even the landing side is recognisably the same, only slightly more rotten. In 1997 it was apparently 'hoped to restore this bridge in the future.' I'm rather glad they didn't.
We will now take a brief break from our stroll along the Sheffield and Tinsley Canal, but fear not, there is plenty more to come!