My back has still been bad
so we’ve stayed put for the last couple of days with the odd walk in the fields
or around Stratford.
The tramway bridge a
couple of hundred yards upstream from where we are moored
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The tramway bridge was
built in 1826 and carried a track which ran for 16 miles to Moreton-in-Marsh
with a branch to Shipston-on-Stour. The
tramway used to carry limestone, coal and farm produce between the canal basin
at Stratford, with its link direct to Birmingham, and the other two towns.
A guy called William James
was the engineer and he planned to run steam locomotives on the tracks but
Parliament wouldn’t pass an Act to allow it, so the wagons ended up being horse
drawn. As with the canals, the tramway
became unviable once the era of the railway took hold.
Walking across the bridge
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Having been here a couple
of weeks we have become accustomed to the sights and sounds of the river
changing during the day. When Karen gets
up for work we often hear ducks or swans pecking along the hull for algae but
all else is quiet. When Karen leaves for
work there is no one else around either on foot or on the river but by seven o’clock
it starts to change; runners and dog walkers are out on the towpath and rowers from
the boat club are sculling up and down the river. Their trainers ride up and down the towpath
shouting out encouragement and commands – if moored boaters were still asleep that
would soon wake them up.
Local commuters or workers
in the town start walking past on their way to work after the runners and
rowers have disappeared and then by ten everything changes as the tourists come
out. The river becomes full of little
rowing or motor boats and those not venturing on the water are having picnics
and feeding the waterfowl.
During the day the odd
narrowboat or plastic cruiser comes past but only one or two a day at the
moment. Later in the afternoon
everything happens in reverse; the tourists begin to disappear; the little boats
are back at their bases; the workers in the town start walking home and then
the rowing club rowers start their evening exercises. Finally we are left on our own with just the
swans and ducks gathering around the boat hoping to be fed.
Restored truck and rails
from the tramway
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On Tuesday we had all
sorts of weather including rain, sleet, hail and sun and it has definitely got
colder so we had a fire lit all day.
In
the evening we went to Leicester to see one of Karen’s teenage bands, Shalamar,
playing a gig there. It was my first time
out since doing my back in but as it was a standing only event it held up
really well. It took us less than an
hour to get to Leicester, reinforcing once again how well positioned we are in
the Midlands for reaching places that used to take forever when we lived in a house
in Kent and always had to endure the M25 wherever we went unless it was to the
ferry ports.
The bridge from the rowing
club
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Information mapshowing the tramway route |
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