Having returned to Bosley, I cannot drag myself away. Following on from the previous post, here are some more images, including some of the residents. The black and white treatment changes the atmosphere completely but I think it remains Spring like:
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I was always oddly proud of this local literary connection – due south of Bosley along the A523 is Rudyard Lake, another reservoir built to feed a canal, this time the Caldon. John Lockwood Kipling and Alice Macdonald liked the place so much they named their son Rudyard (30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936).
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss……..
Long ago I lived in the village of Bosley on the edge of the Cheshire/Staffordshire border. To its east is the Peak District National Park and to its west, The Cloud – the village sits in a spectacular setting. Bosley once boasted a quaint petrol station at the Buxton crossroads, an Italian restaurant, a village shop and post office, but no more. What remains is a church, two pubs, a farm, scattered housing and a reservoir below the nearby hills which feeds the Macclesfield canal. Despite all this you could still speed down the A523, which slices its heart, blink and miss it.
The Macclesfield canal connects the Trent & Mersey at Kidsgrove with the Peak Forest Canal at Marple. It is at Bosley that the canal crosses the river Dane by Telford’s magnificent single arch aqueduct and then begins the 118 feet, 12 lock ascent to the Macclesfield level. The mooring on the approach to the bottom lock, high on the embankment above the river and in the shadow of The Cloud is one of the finest on the entire system. Despite having to cruise through a monsoon, I was determined to moor there overnight – our reward was waking to the most glorious morning we could have wished for – Spring had arrived.
Later that morning we walked down to the river Dane from the Old Driving Lane Bridge No. 57, crossed the fields to Bosley Mill and then climbed up to the church, emerging onto the A523 opposite the Queens Arms. Three houses along from the pub is where I used to live – far too convenient. A lady was tending the garden of my old home so I introduced myself. Within a few minutes we were kindly granted a tour of the cottage – being back in those rooms again (much improved) 32 years after I last closed the front door was a strange experience. As a child Mrs K attended the junior school next door and has now lived in the cottage for 29 years. Nevertheless, part of me is still there. “I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now”.
(this is how the cottage looked during the addition of a garage – the tractor driver is my eldest son, now somewhat older).