Mill towns would have done well to keep more of their mills. It’s just you, on your holidays, with everyone else. Above all, I feel, in the gloom-hued canal, the rushing river, and in the great iron girders and steel spans of rail and road bridges, the weight and tow and flow of history.Īt the Barley Mow pub, built in 1561 and a rare Tudor trinket in a town obsessed with rebranding, regeneration and, above all, demolition, I toast Warrington’s wonderful absence from Unesco’s or any other sappy heritage list. I hear the hum of the M6 transport is everywhere in the north-west. I see a cormorant skimming, a stork rising like an old C-54 Skymaster from nearby Burtonwood, and a huge raft of tufted ducks by the weir, dabbling and drifting. ![]() You see the ship canal, the precursor to those of Panama and Suez (where you’d no doubt love to take a holiday). As for the walk, well, you get to see the glorious Mersey, which meanders wildly here at its shallowest stretch the Woolston Cut (now an ecology trail) was built to shave off a great loop.
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