Tuesday 30 June 2009
PARROT, DREDGER AND STANIER PACIFIC
Oxford Canal, Kings Sutton lock; Tuesday 30th June
4word of the day – WELCOMELY in an interview with
The Right Hon. Bill Rammell, MP, Minister of State for the Armed Forces.
Yesterday, we had a visit from Peter Cole, a friend from Aynho, who used to live in Sussex. Rosa, his wife sadly died two years ago, she was a character and a lovely lady. We had a good afternoon and supper with Peter. We had know Rosa and Peter since our children were at primary school together.
This morning, we called at Aynho Wharf for diesel, the base price was 66p, which translated to 92p on a 60/40 split. For the first time, I was given a detailed copy of the form that I had signed; giving the actual amounts in litres and the split, very useful to a trainspotter minded record keeper. Having moved away, I said received a ‘Good morning’ from a lady on the towpath who was walking her dog. At least, I am supposing that it was her that spoke; for perched on her right shoulder was a Parrot! I did take a photograph, just to prove that I am safe with the neat Malt that I enjoy in the evenings.
Approaching Aynho weird lock, a BW man was oiling the paddle gear; you can tell that they have moved to Nell Bridge yard as this was in easy walking distance.
We shared the lock and arrived at Nell Bridge lock to find the gate being opened for us; the crew of a southbound hire boat had checked to see if anyone was approaching.
We thanked them for their consideration and chatted whilst the lock was filling.
At Kings Sutton Lock, we managed to get onto the lock mooring despite the privately owned boat which was tied up, obviously since last night. Blow you jack, I’m all right.
We finished for the day and tied up above the lock to allow the hot weather to do its worst. We had finished our mid day snack when I saw a BW man standing on the old lift bridge brickwork. A DREDGER then appeared and began to remove some of the bricks and stones that had fallen into the canal. As I know that no boaters will believe that BW own any dredgers; let alone use them, I have taken a photograph. So there.
Settling down in the boat with a book; I was immediately unsettled by the sound of a steam engine whistle on the nearby railway line. Grabbing the camera, I went outside as fast as I could, just managing to get a photo of LMS liveried 6233 Duchess of Sutherland, heading south with her support coach. I managed to get the engine, the tender and support coach were out of frame! What a sight; one of Staniers finest and one of my favourites. Wake up Clare!
There was a photographer at the occupation crossing with a tripod, the lucky man must have been in possession of inside information; he left soon afterwards. The temperature is now 32 degrees C.
2009 Totals: 291 Locks – 611 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
4word of the day – WELCOMELY in an interview with
The Right Hon. Bill Rammell, MP, Minister of State for the Armed Forces.
Yesterday, we had a visit from Peter Cole, a friend from Aynho, who used to live in Sussex. Rosa, his wife sadly died two years ago, she was a character and a lovely lady. We had a good afternoon and supper with Peter. We had know Rosa and Peter since our children were at primary school together.
This morning, we called at Aynho Wharf for diesel, the base price was 66p, which translated to 92p on a 60/40 split. For the first time, I was given a detailed copy of the form that I had signed; giving the actual amounts in litres and the split, very useful to a trainspotter minded record keeper. Having moved away, I said received a ‘Good morning’ from a lady on the towpath who was walking her dog. At least, I am supposing that it was her that spoke; for perched on her right shoulder was a Parrot! I did take a photograph, just to prove that I am safe with the neat Malt that I enjoy in the evenings.
Approaching Aynho weird lock, a BW man was oiling the paddle gear; you can tell that they have moved to Nell Bridge yard as this was in easy walking distance.
We shared the lock and arrived at Nell Bridge lock to find the gate being opened for us; the crew of a southbound hire boat had checked to see if anyone was approaching.
We thanked them for their consideration and chatted whilst the lock was filling.
At Kings Sutton Lock, we managed to get onto the lock mooring despite the privately owned boat which was tied up, obviously since last night. Blow you jack, I’m all right.
We finished for the day and tied up above the lock to allow the hot weather to do its worst. We had finished our mid day snack when I saw a BW man standing on the old lift bridge brickwork. A DREDGER then appeared and began to remove some of the bricks and stones that had fallen into the canal. As I know that no boaters will believe that BW own any dredgers; let alone use them, I have taken a photograph. So there.
Settling down in the boat with a book; I was immediately unsettled by the sound of a steam engine whistle on the nearby railway line. Grabbing the camera, I went outside as fast as I could, just managing to get a photo of LMS liveried 6233 Duchess of Sutherland, heading south with her support coach. I managed to get the engine, the tender and support coach were out of frame! What a sight; one of Staniers finest and one of my favourites. Wake up Clare!
There was a photographer at the occupation crossing with a tripod, the lucky man must have been in possession of inside information; he left soon afterwards. The temperature is now 32 degrees C.
2009 Totals: 291 Locks – 611 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
Monday 29 June 2009
UP IN THE MORNING IS FOR ME
Oxford Canal, Br 193 above Somerton deep lock; Monday 29th June
I make my apologies to Robert Burns for the misquotation; once a phrase gets into my head, it is difficult for me to loose it. (the phrase, that is: I am accused often of loosing it)
We were boating by 6.10am, in order to avoid the high temperatures that we have been promised. The calm of the early morning has always made boating at this time of day special. We have found also, that the other boaters out and about early are of the old school; where they come and help at locks whilst sharing chat and information.
I was interested to see the attempt by BW to create 'The Amazon experience'. Most of the towpath south of Somerton meadow has sufficient tall growth to require the carrying of a compass if not GPS. Fortunately, it would seem that the blowpipe using natives are not early risers; I saw nor felt any darts.
We had an interesting chat at Somerton deep lock with a couple about the Lancaster canal. They used to run a hire fleet on there, and explained to us the reasons behind the hostility of the local boaters to visitors. Basically (of course!) the problem was lack of forward planning by BW, in providing additional mooring places and reducing the time to 24 and 48 hrs. One early visiting boat moored on a water point for five days. No wonder that the locals were unhappy; I understand completely.
One point that the Somerton couple were unable to help us understand was why none of the locals go down to Glasson dock. Their best guess was that they do not like locks! They also agreed that Glasson dock provided the best moorings and views along the canal.
We moored a short way along the canal just before Chisnell lift bridge, another of our favourite spots.
2009 Totals: 288 Locks – 606.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
I make my apologies to Robert Burns for the misquotation; once a phrase gets into my head, it is difficult for me to loose it. (the phrase, that is: I am accused often of loosing it)
We were boating by 6.10am, in order to avoid the high temperatures that we have been promised. The calm of the early morning has always made boating at this time of day special. We have found also, that the other boaters out and about early are of the old school; where they come and help at locks whilst sharing chat and information.
I was interested to see the attempt by BW to create 'The Amazon experience'. Most of the towpath south of Somerton meadow has sufficient tall growth to require the carrying of a compass if not GPS. Fortunately, it would seem that the blowpipe using natives are not early risers; I saw nor felt any darts.
We had an interesting chat at Somerton deep lock with a couple about the Lancaster canal. They used to run a hire fleet on there, and explained to us the reasons behind the hostility of the local boaters to visitors. Basically (of course!) the problem was lack of forward planning by BW, in providing additional mooring places and reducing the time to 24 and 48 hrs. One early visiting boat moored on a water point for five days. No wonder that the locals were unhappy; I understand completely.
One point that the Somerton couple were unable to help us understand was why none of the locals go down to Glasson dock. Their best guess was that they do not like locks! They also agreed that Glasson dock provided the best moorings and views along the canal.
We moored a short way along the canal just before Chisnell lift bridge, another of our favourite spots.
2009 Totals: 288 Locks – 606.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
CANALS AGAIN
Oxford Canal, Kirtlington winding hole; Sunday 28th June
Stop Press.
I had a swim in the Thames last evening. It was warm and I did enjoy it; of course Myra said ‘I have been telling you to go in’. Exactly. I did notice that she failed to include coming out again.
Back on the Oxford canal, moving off next morning, we had oncoming boats at each lock making progress easier. It was 9.30am when we arrived at Thrupp; this canal’s equivalent of the car park at the Angmering branch of Sainsburys. Entry to the latter is reserved for those who were on the road before the introduction of driving tests.
Having passed through Thrupp lift bridge very slowly, I was presented with a private boat across the canal at right angles to the three boats on the water point. He was turning around, and despite the use of a girly button (bow thruster to those of you who are not boaters) was unable so to do without hitting the side of one of the others. Many black looks, quite justifiably, but little sign of an apology from the clueless steerer. We crept slowly by, putting some distance between ourselves and the chaos. Along the River Cherwell section and we arrived at Bakers lock behind a hire boat. We waited for them to go up and another to come down before moving ourselves, Myra helping out at the lock and of course taking part in the compulsory chat.
We had most of the locks our way, and decided to moor just past the pipe bridge at Kirtlington; it is a lovely spot with the River Cherwell on the other side of the towpath to the canal. It was by now 32 degrees; I was glad to get inside where I was able to perfect my shrinking violet act.
2009 Totals: 283 Locks – 598.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
Stop Press.
I had a swim in the Thames last evening. It was warm and I did enjoy it; of course Myra said ‘I have been telling you to go in’. Exactly. I did notice that she failed to include coming out again.
Back on the Oxford canal, moving off next morning, we had oncoming boats at each lock making progress easier. It was 9.30am when we arrived at Thrupp; this canal’s equivalent of the car park at the Angmering branch of Sainsburys. Entry to the latter is reserved for those who were on the road before the introduction of driving tests.
Having passed through Thrupp lift bridge very slowly, I was presented with a private boat across the canal at right angles to the three boats on the water point. He was turning around, and despite the use of a girly button (bow thruster to those of you who are not boaters) was unable so to do without hitting the side of one of the others. Many black looks, quite justifiably, but little sign of an apology from the clueless steerer. We crept slowly by, putting some distance between ourselves and the chaos. Along the River Cherwell section and we arrived at Bakers lock behind a hire boat. We waited for them to go up and another to come down before moving ourselves, Myra helping out at the lock and of course taking part in the compulsory chat.
We had most of the locks our way, and decided to moor just past the pipe bridge at Kirtlington; it is a lovely spot with the River Cherwell on the other side of the towpath to the canal. It was by now 32 degrees; I was glad to get inside where I was able to perfect my shrinking violet act.
2009 Totals: 283 Locks – 598.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
Saturday 27 June 2009
BACK TO REALITY
Yarnton Mead; Saturday 27th June
Last evening, we were about to go for a wander to Farmoor reservoir when I looked out and saw a barn owl heading towards us. It was searching the long grass along the moorings and made a wonderful sight.
Arriving at Farmoor Reservoir, we saw some large fish, we thought that they could have been Rainbow Trout, but then we do not know one fish from Michael.
Today is our last full day on the Thames; we will be moving up to Thrupp tomorrow and back to dragging the bottom on the canal system. We have some small shears that will be put to good use preparing mooring sites. The Oxford canal has been abandoned by BW as to keeping the grass short on the banks.
The weather has been very hot after a foggy start, Myra has retreated inside; it is that hot.
2009 Totals: 276 Locks – 591.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
Last evening, we were about to go for a wander to Farmoor reservoir when I looked out and saw a barn owl heading towards us. It was searching the long grass along the moorings and made a wonderful sight.
Arriving at Farmoor Reservoir, we saw some large fish, we thought that they could have been Rainbow Trout, but then we do not know one fish from Michael.
Today is our last full day on the Thames; we will be moving up to Thrupp tomorrow and back to dragging the bottom on the canal system. We have some small shears that will be put to good use preparing mooring sites. The Oxford canal has been abandoned by BW as to keeping the grass short on the banks.
The weather has been very hot after a foggy start, Myra has retreated inside; it is that hot.
2009 Totals: 276 Locks – 591.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
Friday 26 June 2009
WEATHER AND DIFFERENT BIRDS
Pinkhill Lock; Friday 26th June
I had looked at three weather forecasts last night, in an effort to keep dry when boating today. I could have saved time and effort by flipping a coin (second residence flipping is so passé), heads for moving before lunch etc. All three were wrong. Later, speaking to Paul Brown at Shifford lock (after the cloudburst!), his EA forecast was for rain in the morning and dry in the afternoon. I realise now that weather forecasts have their own style of freemasonry and that I am, as an outsider, destined to get wet now and again.
Approaching Ten Foot Bridge, I looked ahead and the trees were rapidly disappearing in mist. Five minutes later, rain drops the size of small hailstones were rapidly disappearing into the surface of the river, apart from where my body and Martlet prevented them. I was grateful that my hat had a good sized brim; at least half the rain dropping off it missed my eyes. I tied the boat up for fifteen minutes until the heavy rain had stopped.
Approaching Northmoor lock, two helicopters seemed to be heading straight for us; fortunately, they began to climb and passed behind us. Thinking about it, it should have been obvious that we were not the target; I could not hear the ‘Ride of the Valkyries’.
Below the lock, I saw an Egret, which immediately took flight and was doing circuits and bumps in front of us for the next two miles. We moored at Pinkhill by 1pm and will remain here tonight.
2009 Totals: 274 Locks – 587.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
I had looked at three weather forecasts last night, in an effort to keep dry when boating today. I could have saved time and effort by flipping a coin (second residence flipping is so passé), heads for moving before lunch etc. All three were wrong. Later, speaking to Paul Brown at Shifford lock (after the cloudburst!), his EA forecast was for rain in the morning and dry in the afternoon. I realise now that weather forecasts have their own style of freemasonry and that I am, as an outsider, destined to get wet now and again.
Approaching Ten Foot Bridge, I looked ahead and the trees were rapidly disappearing in mist. Five minutes later, rain drops the size of small hailstones were rapidly disappearing into the surface of the river, apart from where my body and Martlet prevented them. I was grateful that my hat had a good sized brim; at least half the rain dropping off it missed my eyes. I tied the boat up for fifteen minutes until the heavy rain had stopped.
Approaching Northmoor lock, two helicopters seemed to be heading straight for us; fortunately, they began to climb and passed behind us. Thinking about it, it should have been obvious that we were not the target; I could not hear the ‘Ride of the Valkyries’.
Below the lock, I saw an Egret, which immediately took flight and was doing circuits and bumps in front of us for the next two miles. We moored at Pinkhill by 1pm and will remain here tonight.
2009 Totals: 274 Locks – 587.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
NICE PEOPLE AND STUPID PEOPLE
Above Rushey Lock; Thursday 25th June
Arriving at Lechlade we saw a boat with the South Pennine Boat Club initials on the side. Speaking to the owner, we were sad to hear that club member Shirley Hobson, who had a boat called Pegasus, had died. We knew that Harold, her husband had died a few years ago: they were a lovely couple and had packed more boating than most people into their lives. Pegasus is being refitted by their son Paul, but with the stipulation from Shirley that the colours must remain blue and maroon which was chosen by ex-paratrooper Harold.
Having boarded the free Tesco bus at Lechlade, I sat at the back next to Bert.
We had seen him almost every time that we had taken this bus; he is a bright and cheerful man and is 94 ½ years old. His wife died 30 years ago and he has a girlfriend in Cardiff, but he told me that he will not marry again.
This bus trip is a step back in time as I am sure that I have mentioned before, all the passengers talk to each other and to the driver, who on the return trip, assists with the full bags and shopping trolleys to their gates.
Unloading the rucksacks on our return, we then moved away from Lechlade beginning our final journey on the Thames this year, as we have to be off the river on Sunday. We moored above Rushey lock and had a wander down after supper.
We chatted to the owner of Bosun, a lovely Broom built broads hire boat which is being faithfully restored, with loads and loads of varnished woodwork to be kept on good condition. Whilst we were chatting to him, a couple with two dogs crossed the lock gate and continued on the footpath.
Some time later, we were walking back to the boat when we saw the herd of heifers milling around and some people waving arms about. We had passed through this herd earlier tonight and also a few days ago with no problems. However, as I am sure you can guess; the two idiots with the dogs had let them off their leads near the cattle.
The cattle were not charging, but moving steadily in a circle towards the couple and their dogs. People from two moored boats were attempting to distract the cattle whilst the dog owners gathered their dogs and put them back on the lead. The heifers were still not happy as we walked by and then they slowly followed the dogs and their owners back to the gate. The recent tragic case in Yorkshire had taught the dog owners nothing. Tragedies happen to other people on television, not to them.
2009 Totals: 271 Locks – 574 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
Arriving at Lechlade we saw a boat with the South Pennine Boat Club initials on the side. Speaking to the owner, we were sad to hear that club member Shirley Hobson, who had a boat called Pegasus, had died. We knew that Harold, her husband had died a few years ago: they were a lovely couple and had packed more boating than most people into their lives. Pegasus is being refitted by their son Paul, but with the stipulation from Shirley that the colours must remain blue and maroon which was chosen by ex-paratrooper Harold.
Having boarded the free Tesco bus at Lechlade, I sat at the back next to Bert.
We had seen him almost every time that we had taken this bus; he is a bright and cheerful man and is 94 ½ years old. His wife died 30 years ago and he has a girlfriend in Cardiff, but he told me that he will not marry again.
This bus trip is a step back in time as I am sure that I have mentioned before, all the passengers talk to each other and to the driver, who on the return trip, assists with the full bags and shopping trolleys to their gates.
Unloading the rucksacks on our return, we then moved away from Lechlade beginning our final journey on the Thames this year, as we have to be off the river on Sunday. We moored above Rushey lock and had a wander down after supper.
We chatted to the owner of Bosun, a lovely Broom built broads hire boat which is being faithfully restored, with loads and loads of varnished woodwork to be kept on good condition. Whilst we were chatting to him, a couple with two dogs crossed the lock gate and continued on the footpath.
Some time later, we were walking back to the boat when we saw the herd of heifers milling around and some people waving arms about. We had passed through this herd earlier tonight and also a few days ago with no problems. However, as I am sure you can guess; the two idiots with the dogs had let them off their leads near the cattle.
The cattle were not charging, but moving steadily in a circle towards the couple and their dogs. People from two moored boats were attempting to distract the cattle whilst the dog owners gathered their dogs and put them back on the lead. The heifers were still not happy as we walked by and then they slowly followed the dogs and their owners back to the gate. The recent tragic case in Yorkshire had taught the dog owners nothing. Tragedies happen to other people on television, not to them.
2009 Totals: 271 Locks – 574 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
Wednesday 24 June 2009
HOW TO CHEAT AT SCRABBLE
Above Buscot Lock; Wednesday 24th June
4word of the day: ANONYMISE.
I will be adding a new feature to this blog, prompted by the language that used to be known as English and is now regularly abused and enlarged on Radio 4. I shall call it 4word of the day. It will appear each time that I hear a new word; I will use one from last week as an illustration – ILLEGALISE. The spelling may be a bit hit and miss; I do not always have my hearing aids fitted when listening to the radio. Wake up at the back there!
Below Grafton lock, there was a swan’s nest with one adult and seven cygnets in residence. Well, almost – the adult was in residence, the others had their feet in the nest and their backsides hanging over the edge.
From first thing this morning; we were treated to a clear blue sky, and a warm wind remaining until after lunch and well after we had tied up for the day. A little woodwork rubbing down, followed by varnishing in the cabin and that is the tasks completed. We are intending to take tea at the Buscot tea rooms, after a walk around the village. This boating lark can be so tiring!
2009 Totals: 266 Locks – 562.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
4word of the day: ANONYMISE.
I will be adding a new feature to this blog, prompted by the language that used to be known as English and is now regularly abused and enlarged on Radio 4. I shall call it 4word of the day. It will appear each time that I hear a new word; I will use one from last week as an illustration – ILLEGALISE. The spelling may be a bit hit and miss; I do not always have my hearing aids fitted when listening to the radio. Wake up at the back there!
Below Grafton lock, there was a swan’s nest with one adult and seven cygnets in residence. Well, almost – the adult was in residence, the others had their feet in the nest and their backsides hanging over the edge.
From first thing this morning; we were treated to a clear blue sky, and a warm wind remaining until after lunch and well after we had tied up for the day. A little woodwork rubbing down, followed by varnishing in the cabin and that is the tasks completed. We are intending to take tea at the Buscot tea rooms, after a walk around the village. This boating lark can be so tiring!
2009 Totals: 266 Locks – 562.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
Tuesday 23 June 2009
Monday 22 June 2009
BOAT INSPECTION
Above Rushey Lock; Monday 22nd June
We were moving for nearly one hour before we saw a boat moving; it is quiet and long may it so remain. Jim on Gazelle approached as we neared Ten Foot Bridge, I managed to get a photograph this time, and I do like his boat.
We approached Tadpole Bridge and saw Richard and Jane had moored ‘Casual Water’ at the pub. We tied alongside for the grand tour and coffee.
The boat was from Narrowcraft and had been well fitted out and finished to a good standard, incorporating some very useful and clever features; in particular, the convertible seat back on the dinette. The wiring and engine installation were equally impressive. Richard and Jane are justifiably very happy with the boat.
We said goodbye and headed for Rushey lock, mooring on the field above.
2009 Totals: 263 Locks – 554.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
We were moving for nearly one hour before we saw a boat moving; it is quiet and long may it so remain. Jim on Gazelle approached as we neared Ten Foot Bridge, I managed to get a photograph this time, and I do like his boat.
We approached Tadpole Bridge and saw Richard and Jane had moored ‘Casual Water’ at the pub. We tied alongside for the grand tour and coffee.
The boat was from Narrowcraft and had been well fitted out and finished to a good standard, incorporating some very useful and clever features; in particular, the convertible seat back on the dinette. The wiring and engine installation were equally impressive. Richard and Jane are justifiably very happy with the boat.
We said goodbye and headed for Rushey lock, mooring on the field above.
2009 Totals: 263 Locks – 554.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
FIRST DAY OF SUMMER
Pinkhill Lock, Nr. Oxford; Sunday 21st June
Today was the Summer Solstice; I have always thought that the name sounded like something that should be applied to reduce swelling or to draw out an infection. The first day of summer arrived shrouded in mist, permitted a fleeting glimpse of the sun; and then became cloudy. To us, it mattered little.
It was also Father’s day; one of the few imports from America that meets with my approval. The Maltesers present to me by Caleb and Madeleine were well received.
Myra had made toad in the hole which is one of Clare’s and my favourites.
The borrowed table worked well with the two children using the bottom step and a small foot stool to sit upon.
We all had a wander after lunch to return the table to Tim Brown at the lock and to examine the weir.
After everyone had left for home, we moved the boat away from the trees and washed the sticky residue from the roof.
2009 Totals: 263 Locks – 554.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses Monday 22nd
Today was the Summer Solstice; I have always thought that the name sounded like something that should be applied to reduce swelling or to draw out an infection. The first day of summer arrived shrouded in mist, permitted a fleeting glimpse of the sun; and then became cloudy. To us, it mattered little.
It was also Father’s day; one of the few imports from America that meets with my approval. The Maltesers present to me by Caleb and Madeleine were well received.
Myra had made toad in the hole which is one of Clare’s and my favourites.
The borrowed table worked well with the two children using the bottom step and a small foot stool to sit upon.
We all had a wander after lunch to return the table to Tim Brown at the lock and to examine the weir.
After everyone had left for home, we moved the boat away from the trees and washed the sticky residue from the roof.
2009 Totals: 263 Locks – 554.5 miles – 14 Bus pass uses Monday 22nd
Sunday 21 June 2009
FRIENDS
Pinkhill Lock, Nr. Oxford
Chatting this morning to Tim Brown, the lock keeper at Pinkhill; we saw a narrowboat approaching from Eynsham. On arrival at the lower lock gates, a voice called out ‘Good morning Iain’. It was Richard and Jane, ex Nb.Oscar from Crick marina on their first trip with their new boat, 'Casual Water'. We spoke briefly as the lock was filling as they were on a tight schedule to meet family further up river.
We had a walk into Farmoor, it seemed to be a good idea at the time. It is really a housing estate with little to offer by way of rewarding the energy expounded. There was a well built and well maintained bus shelter. Perhaps I will take up photographing them as a new hobby. On second thoughts, I will persevere instead with my latest; that of trying to understand the early morning weather forecast on Radio 4.
After lunch, I was watching a pair of narrowboats leaving the lock. One of them was Gazelle; a beautiful boat built by Ian Kemp and owned by Jim Evans. I called out to him and he came alongside and stayed for a chat and a cup of tea. We first met Jim 8years ago when we did the Hatton and Stockton flights together when we were delivering a boat for Paul Mudie at ABNB. We had a lot of catching up to do. We will see him again before we leave the Thames.
Having confirmed the arrival of Tim, Clare, Caleb and Madeleine tomorrow morning, we returned to the lock to see Tim Brown. He has kindly lent us a small table to enable all six of us to eat on Martlet. As he said, lock keepers are here to help!
2009 Totals: 260 Locks – 541 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
Chatting this morning to Tim Brown, the lock keeper at Pinkhill; we saw a narrowboat approaching from Eynsham. On arrival at the lower lock gates, a voice called out ‘Good morning Iain’. It was Richard and Jane, ex Nb.Oscar from Crick marina on their first trip with their new boat, 'Casual Water'. We spoke briefly as the lock was filling as they were on a tight schedule to meet family further up river.
We had a walk into Farmoor, it seemed to be a good idea at the time. It is really a housing estate with little to offer by way of rewarding the energy expounded. There was a well built and well maintained bus shelter. Perhaps I will take up photographing them as a new hobby. On second thoughts, I will persevere instead with my latest; that of trying to understand the early morning weather forecast on Radio 4.
After lunch, I was watching a pair of narrowboats leaving the lock. One of them was Gazelle; a beautiful boat built by Ian Kemp and owned by Jim Evans. I called out to him and he came alongside and stayed for a chat and a cup of tea. We first met Jim 8years ago when we did the Hatton and Stockton flights together when we were delivering a boat for Paul Mudie at ABNB. We had a lot of catching up to do. We will see him again before we leave the Thames.
Having confirmed the arrival of Tim, Clare, Caleb and Madeleine tomorrow morning, we returned to the lock to see Tim Brown. He has kindly lent us a small table to enable all six of us to eat on Martlet. As he said, lock keepers are here to help!
2009 Totals: 260 Locks – 541 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
Friday 19 June 2009
SUCCESSFUL SHOPPING TRIP
Cassington nature reserve, Nr. Oxford
Dusting off the bus passes, we walked into Oxford for the journey to Thame.
In my transport days, when travelling home along the M40 having delivered to Banbury or Birmingham; I was in the habit of diverting there to visit the bakery. The bacon rolls were always worth the journey, sometimes helped down by a caramel shortbread slice. We tried the pasty and a steak pie today; they were not as good as I had remembered the bacon rolls to be. Perhaps my memory has a faulty default ‘Selective’ button.
Thame market has been held regularly on a Tuesday since 1230. They would sell more if they started a bit earlier; still, they know their business.
Thame has a lot of interesting buildings and good selection of shops along both sides of the market place and the adjoining access roads. I wandered into a motor accessory shop as I needed an oil filter for the boat engine. It was immediately obvious that it was a family run business; we were made welcome as we crossed the threshold. I quoted a Wix filter part number and the reference (or cross reference) book was produced from under the counter. The Fram part number ‘PH 6811’ was the one; I purchased same and I have now, two alternative part numbers available. I prefer to deal with small shops whenever possible as the staff usually have better knowledge of their stock and uses thereof.
Close by was a branch of Robert Dyas; browsing inside I found some large castor cups. I have been looking for some since the fitting of the new carpets in our bungalow; I am now a happy old Hector.
On our return to Oxford, we decided to move moorings as the weather was dry.
We tied up half way between Kings and Eynsham locks at Cassington nature reserve, the wind was by this time very strong and gusty.
2009 Totals: 260 Locks – 541 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
Dusting off the bus passes, we walked into Oxford for the journey to Thame.
In my transport days, when travelling home along the M40 having delivered to Banbury or Birmingham; I was in the habit of diverting there to visit the bakery. The bacon rolls were always worth the journey, sometimes helped down by a caramel shortbread slice. We tried the pasty and a steak pie today; they were not as good as I had remembered the bacon rolls to be. Perhaps my memory has a faulty default ‘Selective’ button.
Thame market has been held regularly on a Tuesday since 1230. They would sell more if they started a bit earlier; still, they know their business.
Thame has a lot of interesting buildings and good selection of shops along both sides of the market place and the adjoining access roads. I wandered into a motor accessory shop as I needed an oil filter for the boat engine. It was immediately obvious that it was a family run business; we were made welcome as we crossed the threshold. I quoted a Wix filter part number and the reference (or cross reference) book was produced from under the counter. The Fram part number ‘PH 6811’ was the one; I purchased same and I have now, two alternative part numbers available. I prefer to deal with small shops whenever possible as the staff usually have better knowledge of their stock and uses thereof.
Close by was a branch of Robert Dyas; browsing inside I found some large castor cups. I have been looking for some since the fitting of the new carpets in our bungalow; I am now a happy old Hector.
On our return to Oxford, we decided to move moorings as the weather was dry.
We tied up half way between Kings and Eynsham locks at Cassington nature reserve, the wind was by this time very strong and gusty.
2009 Totals: 260 Locks – 541 miles – 14 Bus pass uses
Wednesday 17 June 2009
WONDERFUL PEOPLE
Christ Church meadow, Oxford
We arrived at Iffley lock and told Ferd, the lock keeper that we will not be seeing him again this trip. Whilst we were waiting for the lock to fill; he went off, only to reappear soon after cutting some Roses, which he presented to Myra.
We had a good chat and as we eventually pulled away from the lock, we realised that the spirit of the boating community; which is disappearing from the canals, is alive and well on the Thames.
I hope that the management style of the EA takes a long time to break the wonderful attitude and pride of the lock keepers in their work.
Having tied up at Christ Church meadow, I was chatting to the boat owner upstream of us. He is a retired Policeman from Dorset, who managed to keep a nice little job as driver to three Chief Constables over a twelve year period. I managed to stop chatting in time for lunch, but it was a close thing.
2009 Totals: 257 Locks – 534.5 miles – 12 Bus pass uses
We arrived at Iffley lock and told Ferd, the lock keeper that we will not be seeing him again this trip. Whilst we were waiting for the lock to fill; he went off, only to reappear soon after cutting some Roses, which he presented to Myra.
We had a good chat and as we eventually pulled away from the lock, we realised that the spirit of the boating community; which is disappearing from the canals, is alive and well on the Thames.
I hope that the management style of the EA takes a long time to break the wonderful attitude and pride of the lock keepers in their work.
Having tied up at Christ Church meadow, I was chatting to the boat owner upstream of us. He is a retired Policeman from Dorset, who managed to keep a nice little job as driver to three Chief Constables over a twelve year period. I managed to stop chatting in time for lunch, but it was a close thing.
2009 Totals: 257 Locks – 534.5 miles – 12 Bus pass uses
Tuesday 16 June 2009
LESLEY LORRAINE MUDIE
Tuesday 16th June.
The style of blog today is very different, the reason will be immediately clear.
On Sunday 8th June, Lesley Mudie lost her fight for life. She was a friend with one of those wonderful voices on the telephone; you could hear her smile as she spoke.
We will miss her; the large number of people at yesterday's service of Thanksgiving for her life showed clearly that we are not the only ones to feel that way. Andrew Mudie gave a reading which I have always found moving; yesterday, more deeply than ever. Here is the poem.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Lesley Lorraine Mudie
26th July 1946 - 8th June 2009
The style of blog today is very different, the reason will be immediately clear.
On Sunday 8th June, Lesley Mudie lost her fight for life. She was a friend with one of those wonderful voices on the telephone; you could hear her smile as she spoke.
We will miss her; the large number of people at yesterday's service of Thanksgiving for her life showed clearly that we are not the only ones to feel that way. Andrew Mudie gave a reading which I have always found moving; yesterday, more deeply than ever. Here is the poem.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Lesley Lorraine Mudie
26th July 1946 - 8th June 2009
Sunday 14 June 2009
A FAMILY DAY
Saturday 13th June. Abingdon Lock
Daughter Frances, her husband John and son David paid us a visit today at day’s Lock. A day of boating was decided upon; we went to Abingdon, tied up next to the green below the lock for lunch. A football kick about took place until food was ready to eat. It was then time to retrace our steps to have supper at Days lock before they went home.
As we left Clifton lock, yet again the river level was very low, some five inches down. I really do not know at what they are playing, but managing a river seems way off their mark. Above days lock, we moored for supper, during which time (1 hour) the level fell again leaving Martlet aground at the back end. Thank goodness that we will be off this section, I have had enough of refloating a heavy narrowboat thank you very much.
We arrived at Abingdon, went through the lock and moored against the crane barge as there was no other space.
2009 Totals – Locks 243; Miles 497.5; Bus pass uses 12
Daughter Frances, her husband John and son David paid us a visit today at day’s Lock. A day of boating was decided upon; we went to Abingdon, tied up next to the green below the lock for lunch. A football kick about took place until food was ready to eat. It was then time to retrace our steps to have supper at Days lock before they went home.
As we left Clifton lock, yet again the river level was very low, some five inches down. I really do not know at what they are playing, but managing a river seems way off their mark. Above days lock, we moored for supper, during which time (1 hour) the level fell again leaving Martlet aground at the back end. Thank goodness that we will be off this section, I have had enough of refloating a heavy narrowboat thank you very much.
We arrived at Abingdon, went through the lock and moored against the crane barge as there was no other space.
2009 Totals – Locks 243; Miles 497.5; Bus pass uses 12
Friday 12 June 2009
FALLING RIVER LEVELS
Friday 12th June. Abingdon Lock
One update to the blog of Wednesday last; the ‘Marlow’ at Salters Yard, Oxford was there for a survey, and not immediately for scrapping. The prospects do not look good as it looked in need of a large sum of money to have it back in revenue earning use.
We arrived at the meadow above days lock at lunchtime on Thursday. The level was a bit down, as although the front was against the bank; I had to hold the back out using a lifebelt, usually at that particular spot, we can moor full length against the bank.
On waking this morning at 6am, I turned over and nearly fell out of bed. The level had gone down a further five inches and we were firmly aground. I pushed out the back using the gang plank and staked the landward end. We were back floating and remained that way all morning.
We then went off for a wander, passing Little Wittenham church and through the wood to Castle hill and on to Wittenham Clumps. Climbing Castle Hill, we disturbed a Green Woodpecker, but managed to watch him by moving slowly forward as he kept a safe distance in front. The visibility was good, we sat on one of the seats and watched the boats on the river, and the views in general.
We returned to our mooring, where there had been two large cruisers rafted up in front of us overnight. The inside one was aground; the outer was OK, and moved off, then began trying to pull the bow of the inner one away from the bank at right angles. It could never work, as they discovered. Both boats disappeared in an enormous cloud of blue smoke from the engines; probably the first time for a few years that they had been at anything like full power.
As I was walking back to Martlet with a view to offering to pull the boat free, a narrowboat came from the lock and offered to have a go. This steerer did know what to do, and pulled the cruiser off backwards: however the cruiser owner had to be told four times to put the engine in reverse! I’ll bet he keeps that quiet at the club – being rescued by a narrowboat!
We moved into another mooring place under the trees; I put down a mud weight before we tied up the front; at least I will be able to back out in case the level drops again tonight.
2009 Totals – Locks 236; Miles 476.5; Bus pass uses 12
One update to the blog of Wednesday last; the ‘Marlow’ at Salters Yard, Oxford was there for a survey, and not immediately for scrapping. The prospects do not look good as it looked in need of a large sum of money to have it back in revenue earning use.
We arrived at the meadow above days lock at lunchtime on Thursday. The level was a bit down, as although the front was against the bank; I had to hold the back out using a lifebelt, usually at that particular spot, we can moor full length against the bank.
On waking this morning at 6am, I turned over and nearly fell out of bed. The level had gone down a further five inches and we were firmly aground. I pushed out the back using the gang plank and staked the landward end. We were back floating and remained that way all morning.
We then went off for a wander, passing Little Wittenham church and through the wood to Castle hill and on to Wittenham Clumps. Climbing Castle Hill, we disturbed a Green Woodpecker, but managed to watch him by moving slowly forward as he kept a safe distance in front. The visibility was good, we sat on one of the seats and watched the boats on the river, and the views in general.
We returned to our mooring, where there had been two large cruisers rafted up in front of us overnight. The inside one was aground; the outer was OK, and moved off, then began trying to pull the bow of the inner one away from the bank at right angles. It could never work, as they discovered. Both boats disappeared in an enormous cloud of blue smoke from the engines; probably the first time for a few years that they had been at anything like full power.
As I was walking back to Martlet with a view to offering to pull the boat free, a narrowboat came from the lock and offered to have a go. This steerer did know what to do, and pulled the cruiser off backwards: however the cruiser owner had to be told four times to put the engine in reverse! I’ll bet he keeps that quiet at the club – being rescued by a narrowboat!
We moved into another mooring place under the trees; I put down a mud weight before we tied up the front; at least I will be able to back out in case the level drops again tonight.
2009 Totals – Locks 236; Miles 476.5; Bus pass uses 12
Wednesday 10 June 2009
CONCERTINAS AND CHATTING
Wednesday 10th June. Abingdon Lock.
Above Iffley lock,set into the ornamental stonework is the bronze representation of the head of a bull. I was able to have a close look whilst waiting at the lock.
It was presented as a starting ring, to the Oxford University Boat Club in 1924 by Lord Desborough, who was the chairman of the Thames Conservancy; who were the efficient managers of the River Thames and the integral weirs and locks and their keepers. Today, we have the Environment Agency. Quite a contrast in more ways than one.
Passing Salters boatyard, I saw a sad sight. The remains of ‘Marlow’; one of the beautiful river steamers built around the turn of the century. It was in the process of being dismantled and was reduced to gunwhale level. On the bright side if one there is; it must have given pleasure to a lot of people during its long working life.
At Sandford lock, Myra managed at last to meet the summer relief lock keeper
who plays an English Concertina. We moored below the lock out of the way whilst the two of them spoke Concertina; not a tongue with which I am familiar, let alone fluent.
Whilst that conversation was in progress, a shout from the steerer of an approaching narrowboat was heard. It was Mike on Nb Sarah Kate that was based previously at Welford, but now at Heritage on the Macclesfield. I walked to the lock and spoke to Mike and Jo. We compared notes, then I spoke to I believe Jake on Nb. Balmaha; I had been following his blog (http://balmaha.blog.co.uk) and it was good to see the person behind the words.
We carried on to Abingdon, mooring above the lock where a small repair required attention. One of the press studs holding the cratch cover to the shell had come adrift.
Five minutes later, the new pop rivet and fastener were in place and holding well.
After lunch, the heavens opened with 20 minutes of the heaviest rain that I have seen so far this year. You will be the first to know, should this record be broken.
2009 Totals – Locks 233; Miles 469.5; Bus pass uses 12
Above Iffley lock,set into the ornamental stonework is the bronze representation of the head of a bull. I was able to have a close look whilst waiting at the lock.
It was presented as a starting ring, to the Oxford University Boat Club in 1924 by Lord Desborough, who was the chairman of the Thames Conservancy; who were the efficient managers of the River Thames and the integral weirs and locks and their keepers. Today, we have the Environment Agency. Quite a contrast in more ways than one.
Passing Salters boatyard, I saw a sad sight. The remains of ‘Marlow’; one of the beautiful river steamers built around the turn of the century. It was in the process of being dismantled and was reduced to gunwhale level. On the bright side if one there is; it must have given pleasure to a lot of people during its long working life.
At Sandford lock, Myra managed at last to meet the summer relief lock keeper
who plays an English Concertina. We moored below the lock out of the way whilst the two of them spoke Concertina; not a tongue with which I am familiar, let alone fluent.
Whilst that conversation was in progress, a shout from the steerer of an approaching narrowboat was heard. It was Mike on Nb Sarah Kate that was based previously at Welford, but now at Heritage on the Macclesfield. I walked to the lock and spoke to Mike and Jo. We compared notes, then I spoke to I believe Jake on Nb. Balmaha; I had been following his blog (http://balmaha.blog.co.uk) and it was good to see the person behind the words.
We carried on to Abingdon, mooring above the lock where a small repair required attention. One of the press studs holding the cratch cover to the shell had come adrift.
Five minutes later, the new pop rivet and fastener were in place and holding well.
After lunch, the heavens opened with 20 minutes of the heaviest rain that I have seen so far this year. You will be the first to know, should this record be broken.
2009 Totals – Locks 233; Miles 469.5; Bus pass uses 12
OXFORD AGAIN!
Tuesday 9th June. Christ Church Meadow, Oxford.
Kings Lock is the one that we refer to as the first/last ‘Proper’
Lock on the Thames, dependant on the direction of travel.
It has balance beams on the manually operated gates and wheels to raise or lower the manual sluices (paddles on the canal system). The engineering acronym KISS is well applied here.
We arrived at 8am and worked it ourselves; having negotiated the series of bends below the lock, we saw the pontoons from yesterday moored under the A34 bridge at Godstow. Apparently, the river will be restricted to one way passing the work area once all the pontoons are in position.
Myra operated Godstow Lock for the crew of a shared ownership boat, it was their first time on the river. The lady in the crew could not swim and had previously fallen in the canal at Harecastle Tunnel. Was she wearing a lifejacket? No.
Was there an anchor available for immediate use? No
When attempting to stop at Osney lock with a strong stream running, did they use the back rope first? No. Did they almost get across the weir barrier? Yes.
I am the first to complain about over regulation of most aspects of our lives; however in situations as outlined above, I can see a need for some of them.
We carried on through Folly Bridge and moored up on the towpath side of Christ Chruch Meadow, behind Roy and Sue on Baglady, the dutch barge holiday boat.
We chatted to Sue, who was awaiting the return of Roy with their guests.
2009 Totals – Locks 231; Miles 461.5; Bus pass uses 12
Kings Lock is the one that we refer to as the first/last ‘Proper’
Lock on the Thames, dependant on the direction of travel.
It has balance beams on the manually operated gates and wheels to raise or lower the manual sluices (paddles on the canal system). The engineering acronym KISS is well applied here.
We arrived at 8am and worked it ourselves; having negotiated the series of bends below the lock, we saw the pontoons from yesterday moored under the A34 bridge at Godstow. Apparently, the river will be restricted to one way passing the work area once all the pontoons are in position.
Myra operated Godstow Lock for the crew of a shared ownership boat, it was their first time on the river. The lady in the crew could not swim and had previously fallen in the canal at Harecastle Tunnel. Was she wearing a lifejacket? No.
Was there an anchor available for immediate use? No
When attempting to stop at Osney lock with a strong stream running, did they use the back rope first? No. Did they almost get across the weir barrier? Yes.
I am the first to complain about over regulation of most aspects of our lives; however in situations as outlined above, I can see a need for some of them.
We carried on through Folly Bridge and moored up on the towpath side of Christ Chruch Meadow, behind Roy and Sue on Baglady, the dutch barge holiday boat.
We chatted to Sue, who was awaiting the return of Roy with their guests.
2009 Totals – Locks 231; Miles 461.5; Bus pass uses 12
Monday 8 June 2009
BURFORD
Monday 8th June. Eynsham Lock, Oxford.
We were pleased to see that the weather was dry; we caught the bus to Witney where we changed buses for our destination, Burford. We had driven through many times when we had a light transport business. It was one of the many places at which we had planned to have a closer look.
The driver of the Burford bus was really friendly and helpful to all of his passengers. He made the journey that bit more enjoyable; the countryside was beautiful. One of the nice things about West Oxfordshire, is that the distant views are often dominated by church spires and not agricultural silos or distribution warehouses.
Burford itself had some lovely and interesting buildings on both sides of the very busy main street. The tourist information office was situated in Garne’s Brewery which was bought out by Wadsworths in 1969 and was interesting in itself.
We found a local bakery and just to please Barry Clark, a former colleague, Myra bought two steak and Guinness pies for our lunch. They were so good that two more were bought for us to eat tomorrow!
We had lunch sitting on the churchyard wall overlooking the River Windrush, it was a pleasant place to stop. Refreshed, we looked around the churchyard before entering the church which is dedicated to St. John the Baptist. There are a number of so called 'Bale Tombs' owing to the semi circular shape of the tops. These date from the time of the wollen industry of the area.
The original building is Norman, the present predominantly 15th century appearance masks the works of many different periods. The tower and spire date from the 15th century and the overall effect is a pleasant one.
Inside, there are interesting tombs including table tombs, paintings, beautiful wood carvings and painted decorative woodwork on the pulpit.
Unfortunately, the overall feeling of serenity was ruined for us by a continuously running audio visual display close to the base of the tower. We thought the constant noise and effect was totally out of keeping in a church and we thought it to be tacky.
Returning to Witney, we did a bit of shopping before catching the Eynsham bus back to the boat. We chatted to the crew of a workboat that were moving some pontoons downriver. They are for work to be carried out on the A34 bridge at Godstow. Thye have five more sets to move, some with containers aboard. We went through Eynsham lock before them, as the lock keeper wanted to keep a close watch on the pontoons. According to the measurements, they should have 4 inches to spare entering the lock, they passed us a while later, the measuremants must have been correct!
We filled up with water and moved back downstream to Yarnton Mead, we will moor in Oxford tomorrow.
2009 Totals – Locks 228; Miles 456.5; Bus pass uses 12
We were pleased to see that the weather was dry; we caught the bus to Witney where we changed buses for our destination, Burford. We had driven through many times when we had a light transport business. It was one of the many places at which we had planned to have a closer look.
The driver of the Burford bus was really friendly and helpful to all of his passengers. He made the journey that bit more enjoyable; the countryside was beautiful. One of the nice things about West Oxfordshire, is that the distant views are often dominated by church spires and not agricultural silos or distribution warehouses.
Burford itself had some lovely and interesting buildings on both sides of the very busy main street. The tourist information office was situated in Garne’s Brewery which was bought out by Wadsworths in 1969 and was interesting in itself.
We found a local bakery and just to please Barry Clark, a former colleague, Myra bought two steak and Guinness pies for our lunch. They were so good that two more were bought for us to eat tomorrow!
We had lunch sitting on the churchyard wall overlooking the River Windrush, it was a pleasant place to stop. Refreshed, we looked around the churchyard before entering the church which is dedicated to St. John the Baptist. There are a number of so called 'Bale Tombs' owing to the semi circular shape of the tops. These date from the time of the wollen industry of the area.
The original building is Norman, the present predominantly 15th century appearance masks the works of many different periods. The tower and spire date from the 15th century and the overall effect is a pleasant one.
Inside, there are interesting tombs including table tombs, paintings, beautiful wood carvings and painted decorative woodwork on the pulpit.
Unfortunately, the overall feeling of serenity was ruined for us by a continuously running audio visual display close to the base of the tower. We thought the constant noise and effect was totally out of keeping in a church and we thought it to be tacky.
Returning to Witney, we did a bit of shopping before catching the Eynsham bus back to the boat. We chatted to the crew of a workboat that were moving some pontoons downriver. They are for work to be carried out on the A34 bridge at Godstow. Thye have five more sets to move, some with containers aboard. We went through Eynsham lock before them, as the lock keeper wanted to keep a close watch on the pontoons. According to the measurements, they should have 4 inches to spare entering the lock, they passed us a while later, the measuremants must have been correct!
We filled up with water and moved back downstream to Yarnton Mead, we will moor in Oxford tomorrow.
2009 Totals – Locks 228; Miles 456.5; Bus pass uses 12
DODGING THE SHOWERS
Sunday 7th June. Eynsham Lock, Oxford.
The promised downpour arrived at about 6am, hammering on the roof and the windows. It then changed to a light drizzle before stopping altogether.
I later filled the stern tube greaser; ate lunch and untied Martlet.
We headed up to Eynsham lock and the visitor moorings. It began to rain as we approached, by the time that we had finished with the ropes it was raining heavily.
Fifteen minutes later, it was a hailstorm. I love the English summer, especially when I am inside looking out at it. Fortunately, we have a good stock of as yet unread books together with the Saturday newspaper. During a brief respite, Myra had her usual swim; I was floating a lifebuoy on a length of rope very close by. This was because of the unusual currents against the moorings caused by the weir opposite. As she climbed out of the water, the rain started again. Oh well, back to the books and put on the kettle.
2009 Totals – Locks 226; Miles 454.5; Bus pass uses 8
The promised downpour arrived at about 6am, hammering on the roof and the windows. It then changed to a light drizzle before stopping altogether.
I later filled the stern tube greaser; ate lunch and untied Martlet.
We headed up to Eynsham lock and the visitor moorings. It began to rain as we approached, by the time that we had finished with the ropes it was raining heavily.
Fifteen minutes later, it was a hailstorm. I love the English summer, especially when I am inside looking out at it. Fortunately, we have a good stock of as yet unread books together with the Saturday newspaper. During a brief respite, Myra had her usual swim; I was floating a lifebuoy on a length of rope very close by. This was because of the unusual currents against the moorings caused by the weir opposite. As she climbed out of the water, the rain started again. Oh well, back to the books and put on the kettle.
2009 Totals – Locks 226; Miles 454.5; Bus pass uses 8
Saturday 6 June 2009
NARROWBOATING WEATHER
Saturday 6th June. Yarnton Mead, Oxford.
How come the weather forecast is only accurate when bad weather is predicted?
They were 100% correct today; we waited until the rain eased to a light drizzle before walking off to buy a paper and post a letter. Finding a newsagents shop was easy; the post box was harder. I would complain in writing to the Royal Mail, only by the time that I had found somewhere to post the letter; the Royal Mail would probably belong to Deusche Post or TNT and would require the complaint to be written in German or Dutch.
We traipsed back to Martlet and started to read the papers. During a spell of drizzle after lunch, we moved off and headed for Yarnton Mead near Kings Lock. As we passed by the Oxford Ice rink, the adjacent green was host to a fair. The weather was anything but: the stall holders outnumbered the visitors; it seemed a shame when you think of the effort needed to put it all together.
Passing along Port Meadow, we threaded our way between the rowers and their coaches by staying in the centre of the river and maintaining speed. Some of the novices looked as though they were enjoying themselves, which is always good to see.
Having passed through Kings Lock, we tied up and the rain became heavier; we are promised a downpour early tomorrow morning – it will make a change!
2009 Totals – Locks 226; Miles 452.5; Bus pass uses 8
How come the weather forecast is only accurate when bad weather is predicted?
They were 100% correct today; we waited until the rain eased to a light drizzle before walking off to buy a paper and post a letter. Finding a newsagents shop was easy; the post box was harder. I would complain in writing to the Royal Mail, only by the time that I had found somewhere to post the letter; the Royal Mail would probably belong to Deusche Post or TNT and would require the complaint to be written in German or Dutch.
We traipsed back to Martlet and started to read the papers. During a spell of drizzle after lunch, we moved off and headed for Yarnton Mead near Kings Lock. As we passed by the Oxford Ice rink, the adjacent green was host to a fair. The weather was anything but: the stall holders outnumbered the visitors; it seemed a shame when you think of the effort needed to put it all together.
Passing along Port Meadow, we threaded our way between the rowers and their coaches by staying in the centre of the river and maintaining speed. Some of the novices looked as though they were enjoying themselves, which is always good to see.
Having passed through Kings Lock, we tied up and the rain became heavier; we are promised a downpour early tomorrow morning – it will make a change!
2009 Totals – Locks 226; Miles 452.5; Bus pass uses 8
THE THREATENED CLOUD HAS PASSED AWAY
Friday 5th June. Christ Church Meadow, Oxford.
Listening to Radio 4 the other morning, a spokesman from the wonderfully titled ‘Cloud Appreciation Society’ had been talking about some type of clouds which had been seen rarely above Great Britain. He suggested a suitable name could be ‘Undulus Asperatus’; indicating a very turbulent, violent, chaotic form of undulation.
This morning whilst travelling from Abingdon to Oxford; we saw them. I was amazed and had never seen their like before. It was as if the special effects department of Pinewood Studios was working overtime. I found the results overbearing; I could imagine how such things could have caused a riot in the middle ages.
I have taken a few photographs and even now; with the evidence before me, I find them some of the most unusual clouds that I had ever seen. They passed over quite quickly and were replaced by more conventional cover of a lighter nature.
We passed through Sandford lock slowly; Myra chatted to the lock keeper about Concertinas. The arrival of a boat wishing to use the lock cut the conversations short and we moved on. Through Iffley lock and were soon mooring against the towpath opposite Christ Church Meadow as the drizzle turned to rain.
2009 Totals – Locks 223; Miles 447.5; Bus pass uses 8
Listening to Radio 4 the other morning, a spokesman from the wonderfully titled ‘Cloud Appreciation Society’ had been talking about some type of clouds which had been seen rarely above Great Britain. He suggested a suitable name could be ‘Undulus Asperatus’; indicating a very turbulent, violent, chaotic form of undulation.
This morning whilst travelling from Abingdon to Oxford; we saw them. I was amazed and had never seen their like before. It was as if the special effects department of Pinewood Studios was working overtime. I found the results overbearing; I could imagine how such things could have caused a riot in the middle ages.
I have taken a few photographs and even now; with the evidence before me, I find them some of the most unusual clouds that I had ever seen. They passed over quite quickly and were replaced by more conventional cover of a lighter nature.
We passed through Sandford lock slowly; Myra chatted to the lock keeper about Concertinas. The arrival of a boat wishing to use the lock cut the conversations short and we moved on. Through Iffley lock and were soon mooring against the towpath opposite Christ Church Meadow as the drizzle turned to rain.
2009 Totals – Locks 223; Miles 447.5; Bus pass uses 8
Thursday 4 June 2009
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