Phil casually steers past stunning views such as this. The chimneys I believe are from the previously thriving mills of many years ago – Megan saunters happily alongside

Meanwhile I keep my eyes firmly fixed on the waterway ahead to make sure I don’t ground the boat again in the still shallow water

One of the ten locks of the day – with the Pennine hills in the distance

Phil drives in expertly, edging towards the side ready for Areandare to slip in and share the lock

Been in together, the boys have emptied the lock, Phil’s exited and I’m driving out of ‘Lobb Mill Lock’, number 16

We passed by what appeared to be a few boating ‘communities’ along the way

And the odd strange sight like this bizarre window display – maybe it’s something to do with the occupants thoughts on The World Cup?

Meanwhile the reality is of reflections from the past

And a slightly different take on the same scene – which do you prefer?

These boats seem to be keeping a historic slant on the area too

Stubbing Lower Lock, number 10, and we’re in Hebden Bridge now, with it’s row upon row of terraced cottages

This could be a scene from the 18th century – if it wasn’t for the power cables!

Looking like a well used and loved waterway in the town

We adore the stone the majority of the homes in the area are built from – so complimentary to the surrounding environment

Stress? What’s that?

Here we are almost in the centre of Hebden Bridge, and our reserved mooring for ten days