Sunday, 6 September 2009

Astley Pit Museum.

After a lazy morning,which included a brunch about ten o clock we set off on the second walk on the leaflet. It was only a short walk but an enjoyable one. It centred round Astley Pit Museum which we visited after the walk.
We found the museum fascinating. You can't really appreciate the cramped conditions the miners worked in until you see the life size models in the museum. The second shock was the size of the engines that drove the winding gear,they were enormous.
As we were walking around the pit yard we came across a man with a small working steam locomotive.His biggest problem he said was keeping up with the leaks.
Later in the day we moved nearer to Salford, so we can go straight through Salford,Trafford Park,Stretford and Sale tomorrow. This will be about eleven mile but no Locks.
The only other thing for today's post is the subject of what people throw in the canal.The chair in the picture has been following us. We first came across it at Marshland Green,then this morning it appeared at Astley Green.Why do people think it is a place to dump what they no longer want.

1 comment:

  1. As an artist myself, I enjoy reading Philip Koch's sensitive writing about Edward Hopper and Andrew Wyeth, who along with Whistler and Rothko, are my favorite American painters.
    I don't live in the United States but have traveled and passed a short time there. But even with the little time spent in your beautiful country, especially in small-town America, I can relate to some of the poetical feel that Hopper and Wyeth had captured in their art, which is for me part of the attraction of their paintings.
    Browsing at the other day, as I do now and then, I find a good selection of Edward Hopper's work, ,in the big archive of Western Art, that customers can order online for canvas prints and even hand-painted, oil-painting reproductions can be made and sent to them.
    Hopper's surrealistic and depersonalized world is there again. Timeless, yes, as it is still there now in the roadside cafes and diners that I ate at all over America.