We'd spent the night moored Saltaire Side of the big aqueduct over the river Aire... woodland mooring with enough depth not to clonk into the rubble on the canal bed. After a peaceful (if wet) evening, we chugged along to the bottom of Bingley 3 - where right on cue, the heavens opened and the wind blew a hoolie.
We had to wait it out here for a while as there was a boat coming down AND a widebeam in front of us to go up. To be honest, the wide beam had tied on a bit too far back, meaning we couldn't access any of the bollards and as the side was paved, couldn't bash a pin in either... that was
WHEN I say one of us, you'll gather it was the ginger one!
SUCH is my lot. Anyway... after a while the sun returned and it wasn't too bad for long.