Thames and Severn Canal - Points of Interest

Points of Interest

Point Coordinates
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OS Grid Ref Notes
Wallbridge lower lock 51°44′40″N 2°13′27″W / 51.7444°N 2.2241°W / 51.7444; -2.2241 (Wallbridge lower lock) SO846050 Jn with Stroudwater Navigation
A619 on canal bed 51°44′30″N 2°12′53″W / 51.7418°N 2.2146°W / 51.7418; -2.2146 (A619 on canal bed) SO852048 Diversion required
Brimscombe Port 51°43′12″N 2°11′37″W / 51.7199°N 2.1936°W / 51.7199; -2.1936 (Brimscombe Port) SO867023 End of Phase 1
Sapperton Tunnel west portal 51°43′44″N 2°04′59″W / 51.7288°N 2.0830°W / 51.7288; -2.0830 (Sapperton Tunnel west portal) SO943033
Sapperton Tunnel east portal 51°42′15″N 2°03′01″W / 51.7041°N 2.0504°W / 51.7041; -2.0504 (Sapperton Tunnel east portal) SO966005
Latton Junction 51°39′27″N 1°52′32″W / 51.6575°N 1.8756°W / 51.6575; -1.8756 (Latton Junction) SU087954 North Wilts Canal
Inglesham Lock 51°41′16″N 1°42′19″W / 51.6877°N 1.7054°W / 51.6877; -1.7054 (Inglesham Lock) SU204988 Jn with River Thames


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