Funny how polluted waters & Manchester/Salford (UK) go together in our
memories.
I have happy memories of rowing on the Irwell where it oozed through
Prestwich at the Kersaal - the same Irwell which makes its way on down
through Salford Docks. In those days rowing on those waters meant
navigating past the occasional bloated sheep & flocculated islands of
who-knows-what. But, small & narrow as it was, it never froze due to
having just passed through the cooling systems of the Agecroft B power
station (what became of Agecroft A, I wonder?).
Rowing on't'Irwell was an experience to be savoured, but with tightened
lips: a good catch involved making an incision through the epidermis &
into the dark fluids below. Backsplash was discouraged .....
And then there was the adventure of passing below the footbridge, ~500m
downstream, from which vantage point on a bad day local brats of a bold
disposition thought it sport to aim amber jets at shells passing below -
until one day I went sculling with a catapult handy in the footwell. In
those days the rules of the game were understood by all parties & my
show of superior firepower was respected without needing to be used, nor
raising complaint. Today we'd have H&S keeping us off the so-called
water & Child Protection clapping me in irons for threatening the little
darlings. O tempora! O mores!
Cheers -