Lancaster Canal

When I can’t be out sailing I like to hike the tow path of the Lancaster Canal – by the time I’m finished I’ll have walked the whole length of it, albeit in somewhat erratic stages.

For a couple of years I had my day-sailor, Minnie, on the canal. She drew less than 3’ and had a beam of 7’ which made it do-able, so I derigged her and pottered up and down to my heart’s content. Folk on narrowboats and broads cruisers, the more typical craft of the canal, would smile and wave and occasionally call “Ahoy, sailor!” or “You’ve lost yer mast!”.

Cruising the canal system and sailing the high seas are the most distant of cousins – making comparisons is pointless. One is no substitute for the other; they are both a pleasure in their own right.