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Photo-a-Day  (Tuesday, 12th June, 2018)

George


George
George built in Wigan, in 1910. One of the last wooden horse drawn canal boats.

Photo: Mick Byrne  (Panasonic TZ100)
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Comment by: Dostaf on 12th June 2018 at 00:09

The other boat in the photo was also built in Wigan.

Comment by: Poet on 12th June 2018 at 07:38

" I hope those two ladies we cut through yesterday are OK skipper".

Comment by: DTease on 12th June 2018 at 09:15

Come all you dry land sailors and listen to me song. It's only forty verses and I won't detain yez long. It's all about the adventures of this old Lisburn tar. Who sailed as man before the mast on the good ship George. George? GEORGE? It’s not a very inspired name is it?
Somehow I don’t think the Dubliners would have sung a song about the good ship GEORGE.

Comment by: Philip G. on 12th June 2018 at 10:04

George's ropes once nicely coiled, in equal lengths at Chatham
Yet here they're asked for so much more, by yonder lad named Callum.

Callum's thrilled by sisal's creak; he grew on 'naval-say'
Yet sometimes seems to turn his back, on ugly nylon's fray.

Comment by: Poet on 12th June 2018 at 10:33

It was on the good ship Venus..
OK , enough! enough!

Comment by: Mick on 12th June 2018 at 10:46

Theres a video here of Bantam and George going past Wigan Pier on there way to Appley Bridge

https://youtu.be/vYB0VXLtlwg

Comment by: Philip G. on 12th June 2018 at 15:39

Rail me in, then hear my say; we're in for nasty weather
Our lookout's seen some massive waves, so hold yourselves together.

Your kind attention's now for me, you really make me proud
But as you are of 'forty strong', I'll toast just three aloud.

Poet 'lad', our wordy mate, his burgees still on high
It also shows a turkey quill, and words by Stephen Fry.

Girl (1st Class) from northern climes, ship's artist deck and shore
I'd seen her paint Hawaiian girls, in smiling groups of four.

The largest wave will be the first, a joy for Mr. Tease
He doesn't seem to tire at all, enboldened mateys pleased.

So there you are my noble crew, for you your stone I've wet
Yon distant shore will soon be ours, on which your feast I'll set.

Comment by: Julie on 12th June 2018 at 16:33

I don’t if you saw that news report, which said because of high property prices in quite a few major areas , people were choosing to move/ live on the canals, causing congestion
problems . Hope we never get to the stage in Wigan , where even the canals, probably the last bastion of peace and serenity, are overcrowded to choke . Personally , I see this becoming a major issue in the future , as more and more people fight to secure a place to breathe both physically and spiritually ...
Thanks for your post Mick . My apologies for going sideways.

Comment by: Ken R on 12th June 2018 at 16:51

By "George" that's a bonny boat.

Comment by: Julie on 12th June 2018 at 18:54

There is a ship somewhere in Wigan , clearly with heavy sail , full rank and timber, that has either union problems or similar . For heaven sake , beg peace and quiet , Set sail , put scarf on head , seek the pirate gold .you seek . Never heard a ship so stranded .

Comment by: Poet on 12th June 2018 at 19:20

Not many seafarers let their crews philander,
Like Captain G, that most kindly commander,
Who oversees this ship of fools,
The length of the Leeds and Liverpool.

Some say we are but a boat of clots,
Who can't navigate or tie hitch knots,
In hornpipe dancing they rate us not,
And declare us to be a rum bunch of sots.

But then that's true to some extent,
For if they gave DTease the ship's Sextant,
And asked him to describe our latitude,
He'd refer to our reckless attitude.

Captain G's no need of the lash.
For the crew is ship shape and Wigan fashion.
Bravely we under take our plight
In the sun drenched waters of the Wigan flight,
Splicing the mainbrace for all our sakes.
Glad in the fact we can't all be Drakes.

Comment by: Julie on 12th June 2018 at 22:28

Beg not , with mercy Captain , NOT , I plead , to that ship ... ‘‘tis a good ship lad , full to the brim with those who can read the wind without thought .. and lunatics Captain ? Full as a heavy net of mackerel lad , food for the soul .. ‘‘tis only the wind we face lad , only the wind ,..

Comment by: Philip G. on 12th June 2018 at 22:51

Masterful Poet, masterful. And while Julie's post displayed another string to her bow, Kenneth's post suggested that he could soon be on the verge of decorating The Skye Boat Song for our delectation.

Comment by: Poet on 13th June 2018 at 00:28

Captain, I think Julie's posts contain something wonderful.

Comment by: Philip G. on 13th June 2018 at 08:22

I agree Poet - vim and vigour spring to mind.

Comment by: Lynne Fairhurst on 23rd June 2018 at 16:20

Give the moronic poetry a rest...please!

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