paul stacey
master brummie
I remember visiting Tipton, in the 50's, and standing with my dad near the canal bridge, watching the barges and butties, coming by, with the ladies in headscarves, steering them and the men standing on the tarpaulin sheets on the butties with poles. There were many of them to going up and down. I remember the gaudy painted pieces on the barges, and the washing lines, full of clothes blowing along the barges deck. Seems an eternity now, but still very vivid, another world long gone, dad said they had their own language, that land people, could not understand!!!!