{"id":651,"date":"2013-07-22T17:07:46","date_gmt":"2013-07-22T16:07:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wrigley.me.uk\/wp\/?p=651"},"modified":"2022-03-03T10:25:18","modified_gmt":"2022-03-03T10:25:18","slug":"louth-canal-walk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wrigley.me.uk\/2013\/07\/louth-canal-walk\/","title":{"rendered":"Louth Canal Walk"},"content":{"rendered":"
This post has been sitting largely written, as a draft, since about last October!<\/p>\n
While we were on holiday in Cleethorpes, I took off for my customary “alone time” barefoot walk. I’d had a look at the available options, and settled on a walk from Louth<\/a>, along the Louth Canal<\/a>\u00a0to Tetney Lock, and then along the coast a little way to the Haven Holiday park.<\/p>\n Hannah and Oscar dropped me off in the centre of Louth, where I found a WHSmith and duly bought an OS map of the area. I didn’t expect navigation to be an issue, I just like having a map.<\/p>\n The trickiest part was figuring out how to get to the head of the canal. I got little help from the people I asked, most of whom hardly seemed to know there was a canal. I half-located myself on the map and headed for a thin blue line that looked like it hooked up with the canal, and after a bit of meandering through the streets of Louth, found myself in the car park of the Co-Operative supermarket with a small stream. So I followed it downstream.<\/p>\n It was hard to follow at times, but after a while I found myself at the beginning of the canal, where the stream is funnelled through a pipe, to trickle into the canal.<\/p>\n The stream that drains into the canal. The River Lud, according to Wikipedia<\/a><\/p><\/div>\n Louth River Head<\/p><\/div>\n Having grown up near the Grand Western Canal and lived near the waterways in Birmingham and Reading, all navigable to some extent, it was a little underwhelming. The Lough end of the canal is very shallow and, as I would discover, most of the locks are in a poor state. Parts of the canal would be a struggle to navigate in a kayak.<\/p>\n However, it made for a pretty place to walk, and I finally set off on the walk proper.<\/p>\n The metalled path was hard going to begin with, and the area felt quite urban, so I didn’t dawdle and began a cycle of alternately jogging and walking.<\/p>\n Rough stuff<\/p><\/div>\n Tilting Weir<\/p><\/div>\n Tilting Weir<\/p><\/div>\n Keddington Lock<\/p><\/div>\n The locks were pretty, but in poor condition for the most part. The Louth Navigation Trust has plans for restoration.<\/p>\n Willows Lock<\/p><\/div>\n Willows Lock<\/p><\/div>\n Willows Lock<\/p><\/div>\n Willows Lock<\/p><\/div>\n There was a field with a bull and cows, which made me somewhat cautious. Being a country bumpkin, I’m not worried by cows, but have a healthy respect for bulls! Also, cows with calves are to be respected. I kept my distance and hastened on my way.<\/p>\n Having a hard time identifying some of the locks.<\/p>\n This fellow would have dearly loved to eat me, I think. I’ve rarely encountered such furious barking and snarling. I tried not to taunt him too much.<\/p>\n LET ME BITE YOU!<\/p><\/div>\n Being a canal, the terrain was flat and easy and I made decent progress. Jogging along for reasonable periods, walking when I wanted to enjoy the views, popping off the path to explore occasionally. I came across a few odd things…<\/p>\n A dead weasel, just lying on the tow path. No nearby road, no obvious cause of death. A crow or similar had visited, however. Blech.<\/p><\/div>\n As I got closer to the coast, the canal became deeper and fuller, more plausibly canal-like, and the tang of salt on the air. There was debris on the tow-path, high up from the water where I assume it had been dredged, and large shell fish. I think they were freshwater mussels.<\/p>\n By the time I reached Tetney Lock I was tiring, and it was quite hot, so I stopped at the pub for a drink and some icecream. Some locals were quite perplexed that I had walked from Louth, with no shoes, but were friendly.<\/p>\n I had a dinner date with the family, back on the caravan site, so I pressed on towards the sea, following a footpath that should have taken me across the marshes so that I could join the beach.<\/p>\n Somehow, I went a bit wrong at the end of the canal.<\/p>\n Canal one side<\/p><\/div>\n “Estuary” on the other<\/p><\/div>\n I misinterpreted a path on the OS map and somehow ended up alongside a muddy creek. Being male, I wouldn’t go back until I’d gone far, far further down the wrong way than is rational. I kept thinking I’d be able to cut across back to the path, only to find myself on a narrow spit of land surrounded by mud and water. You can see from the embedded map further down the page just how far I went out of my way, and was just on the verge of panic as I wasn’t sure of the tides or whether they were a factor. Sanity ruled in the end, and I doubled back all the way to where I should have turned in the first place.<\/p>\n<\/a>
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