MONDAY. Br.9, Leicester Section, Grand Union Canal
The 2008 trip thus far: 472Locks; 859.5 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
The railway was waking up after the weekend possession of the Engineers, a couple of container trains went by as I was moving off. No mist, a few thin clouds and that wonderful fresh morning smell.
We had the canal to ourselves, which was probably owing to our start time of 6.40am; the first boat approached as we entered the historical section of canal below Stretton stop. I use the historical description, as the east side of the cutting has suffered from subsidence and resulted in the canal one way system past the worst area of slippage.
It has been in this state to my certain knowledge for 9 years. I will avoid the expression that was made popular by Blur and his cronies; suffice it to say that BW are not doing their job. I wonder if there is anyone left who cares at all for the canals; anybody with the ability to put this section right. IWA used to use the slogan ‘Caring for Britain’s waterways’; I feel that BW could borrow it and change it slightly – ‘Uncaring for Britain’s waterways’ would be nearer the truth.
Yes, dear Barry Clark (who has been a colleague and friend for 35 years); that was my Victor Meldrew moment for today! Oh, and Myra does buy pies when we know that they are good!
At Hillmorton locks, all paddles and gates worked well, almost a record. Passing along Barby straight there was a stream of oncoming boats, but it was later in the morning. Braunston was very quiet, only two boats moving and surprisingly for this area, at a reasonable speed. We stopped to fill with diesel at Union Canal Carriers. I had the nozzle in the tank and started to fill it. Myra asked the man what their price was, he said ’95 pence’. I released the trigger immediately.
We paid for 14 litres and made our way to the bottom lock. We had the flight to ourselves and the locks against us.
We caught up with a canaltime boat in the tunnel, fortunately we had done more than half as we were on tickover behind him. He waved us past after the tunnel, just before it started to rain. We went straight up Watford flight in 45 minutes behind an efficient pair on a private boat and then spent some time chatting at the top to Mr & Mrs Andy, the summer lockies.
We moored at bridge 9 as our regular spot nearer bridge 8 was covered in soft mud from dredging; I just wondered why it was not placed on the fields on the non towpath side as was past practice.
Weather – Dry and sunny until Myra said ‘We have had 10 dry days’, then showers.
TUESDAY into Crick Marina and home mooring.
Martlet had been away since 21st February; we had picked her up from the wonderful repaint by Andy Cain at Kegworth on 12th April and started our wandering on Monday 14th April.
The 2008 totals Locks 472; Miles 861.5; Swing\Lift Bridges 74; Bus pass journeys 36
Total fuel purchased 759.4 litres
Total fuel cost £608.27
Average cost of fuel 80.0 pence
Total engine hours 455.0
This blog will be rested until such time as Martlet moves again from Crick marina.
Thank you for reading these jottings; thank you to all the people, boaters and others, that we have met along the canals and who have helped to make our wanderings special.
Myra and Iain.
Thursday, 25 September 2008
Uphill most of the way
SUNDAY. Ansty, Oxford Canal
The 2008 trip thus far: 459Locks; 834 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
Today was misty and beautiful when we made a start today at 6.20am. It was almost too misty on some of the twistier sections, but by keeping in the centre of the canal, I managed to pass moored boats without mishap.
As you pass through Whittington, the canal winds around two side of a field. It is usually producing strawberries and covered with polytunnels. They have been moved to a new location two fields away; the field is now covered in some thin wispy plants about two feet high. They look a bit like overgrown shepherd’s purse.
The sunrise across the Trent Valley was a bonus as we skirted the MOD firing range in Hopwas Hays Woods. They had a moment of fame when some pigs escaped from a slaughterhouse (who can blame them) and headed for these woods. I seem to remember that the press nicknamed them ‘The Tamworth Two’. We saw no pigs today, but we did see a gentleman of the road sleeping in a disused quarry next to the canal.
The mist was quite thick as we went through Hopwas, there were more boats tied up there than I had ever seen before. The mist was clearing as Fazeley loomed up and had cleared completely before Glascote locks.
Passing Alvecote marina, only two canaltime boats were at their base; we had passed a lot of them since Rugeley. The sun was getting hotter and a good day developing, it was time to change into shorts before tackling the eleven locks at Atherstone. We were fourth in line behind two private boats and a hire one from Valley Cruisers.
It was 2.20pm when we cleared the top lock and we were putting some distance down today; we would aim to stop at Ansty, a little further if we made good time. In the event, we did!
About a mile before the M69 bridge, we saw a boat moored up owned by David. He was a lifetime boater; we had met him seven years ago on the Ashby canal in company with Tony Cross on Kilgerran Castle. We stopped for a while and updated on each other’s news.
As the engineers have possession of the West Coast main line each weekend, stopping by the golf course and the railway line is considerably quieter than is usually the case. We took advantage and moored up near ‘Wildwood’ who belongs to another boater friend, Phil Ratcliffe. He is an electronics engineer; he designed and built the battery management system which is fitted to Martlet.
After our dinner, Phil came aboard and we spent an enjoyable evening chatting. At the instigation of one of his friends, Phil is teaching himself the piano accordion; Myra was able to add her threepenn’orth and Phil tried out both of her Concertinas.
Weather – Dry and sunny all day.
The 2008 trip thus far: 459Locks; 834 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
Today was misty and beautiful when we made a start today at 6.20am. It was almost too misty on some of the twistier sections, but by keeping in the centre of the canal, I managed to pass moored boats without mishap.
As you pass through Whittington, the canal winds around two side of a field. It is usually producing strawberries and covered with polytunnels. They have been moved to a new location two fields away; the field is now covered in some thin wispy plants about two feet high. They look a bit like overgrown shepherd’s purse.
The sunrise across the Trent Valley was a bonus as we skirted the MOD firing range in Hopwas Hays Woods. They had a moment of fame when some pigs escaped from a slaughterhouse (who can blame them) and headed for these woods. I seem to remember that the press nicknamed them ‘The Tamworth Two’. We saw no pigs today, but we did see a gentleman of the road sleeping in a disused quarry next to the canal.
The mist was quite thick as we went through Hopwas, there were more boats tied up there than I had ever seen before. The mist was clearing as Fazeley loomed up and had cleared completely before Glascote locks.
Passing Alvecote marina, only two canaltime boats were at their base; we had passed a lot of them since Rugeley. The sun was getting hotter and a good day developing, it was time to change into shorts before tackling the eleven locks at Atherstone. We were fourth in line behind two private boats and a hire one from Valley Cruisers.
It was 2.20pm when we cleared the top lock and we were putting some distance down today; we would aim to stop at Ansty, a little further if we made good time. In the event, we did!
About a mile before the M69 bridge, we saw a boat moored up owned by David. He was a lifetime boater; we had met him seven years ago on the Ashby canal in company with Tony Cross on Kilgerran Castle. We stopped for a while and updated on each other’s news.
As the engineers have possession of the West Coast main line each weekend, stopping by the golf course and the railway line is considerably quieter than is usually the case. We took advantage and moored up near ‘Wildwood’ who belongs to another boater friend, Phil Ratcliffe. He is an electronics engineer; he designed and built the battery management system which is fitted to Martlet.
After our dinner, Phil came aboard and we spent an enjoyable evening chatting. At the instigation of one of his friends, Phil is teaching himself the piano accordion; Myra was able to add her threepenn’orth and Phil tried out both of her Concertinas.
Weather – Dry and sunny all day.
Saturday, 20 September 2008
Its good to be up in the morning................
SATURDAY. Coventry Canal, Br 82.
The 2008 trip thus far: 445 Locks; 800.5 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
The mist was covering the surface of the canal and the low lying fields as we made a 7am start today. The cobwebs were clearly visible along the canalside weeds and made a wonderful sight; together with the hint of Autumn in the air, this must surely be the best time of day to be moving along.
We saw no sign of movement until reaching Hoo Mill lock, when a boater walked to the top end and started to open the gate on a full lock for us. This is another reason to be moving early; you still meet proper boaters with canal manners and common sense – it does make a difference.
Filling with water at Great Haywood, the other tap was in use by the owner of a boat, not a boater, washing his boat down with the hose. We filled our tank and I moved off to do Haywood lock whilst Myra went to buy the pie from the farm shop. As I approached the lock, a boat was coming out, they left the gate open for me to go straight in, every little helps!
On Myra’s return we headed for Rugeley where she would go to Morrisons for some more food. A lot more boats moving along this stretch, more than we had seen since April.
Passing Armitage, home to the well known manufacture of sanitary wear (sorry ware), Shanks Armitage I feel sad that they have removed the large signs that once adorned the wall facing the west coast main line.
The wall was graced with the words London and Glasgow with an arrow indicating the direction of each city; together with the mileage to each one in large raised letters. Another part of history consigned to the scrap heap in the name of progress. For membership details of the Luddite party, please contact me.
Having had lunch on the move we arrived at Wood End lock to find a queue of ten boats waiting to go down. This was at 2pm. I chatted to the boat crew in front of us whilst Myra went off to find out what was causing the delay. On her return she told us that no one was helping each other, they were just standing at their boats and waiting for each crew to do the lock.
On elderly man approached the four strong crew of the boat behind him. He said that he may be a bit slow, because he had to work the lock on his own owing to the ill health of his wife. Myra did not hear their reply, but the net result was that no assistance was offered and they continued chatting amongst themselves. Myra helped him whilst she wondered why people like them are coming on to the canals.
We moored up and let the conga line plod its weary way. At 4.50pm, having had dinner early, we moved off and had a good run down all of the locks to Fradley junction. We carried on and finally moored up at the bridge just past Huddlesford Junction.
Weather – Dry and sunny all day.
The 2008 trip thus far: 445 Locks; 800.5 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
The mist was covering the surface of the canal and the low lying fields as we made a 7am start today. The cobwebs were clearly visible along the canalside weeds and made a wonderful sight; together with the hint of Autumn in the air, this must surely be the best time of day to be moving along.
We saw no sign of movement until reaching Hoo Mill lock, when a boater walked to the top end and started to open the gate on a full lock for us. This is another reason to be moving early; you still meet proper boaters with canal manners and common sense – it does make a difference.
Filling with water at Great Haywood, the other tap was in use by the owner of a boat, not a boater, washing his boat down with the hose. We filled our tank and I moved off to do Haywood lock whilst Myra went to buy the pie from the farm shop. As I approached the lock, a boat was coming out, they left the gate open for me to go straight in, every little helps!
On Myra’s return we headed for Rugeley where she would go to Morrisons for some more food. A lot more boats moving along this stretch, more than we had seen since April.
Passing Armitage, home to the well known manufacture of sanitary wear (sorry ware), Shanks Armitage I feel sad that they have removed the large signs that once adorned the wall facing the west coast main line.
The wall was graced with the words London and Glasgow with an arrow indicating the direction of each city; together with the mileage to each one in large raised letters. Another part of history consigned to the scrap heap in the name of progress. For membership details of the Luddite party, please contact me.
Having had lunch on the move we arrived at Wood End lock to find a queue of ten boats waiting to go down. This was at 2pm. I chatted to the boat crew in front of us whilst Myra went off to find out what was causing the delay. On her return she told us that no one was helping each other, they were just standing at their boats and waiting for each crew to do the lock.
On elderly man approached the four strong crew of the boat behind him. He said that he may be a bit slow, because he had to work the lock on his own owing to the ill health of his wife. Myra did not hear their reply, but the net result was that no assistance was offered and they continued chatting amongst themselves. Myra helped him whilst she wondered why people like them are coming on to the canals.
We moored up and let the conga line plod its weary way. At 4.50pm, having had dinner early, we moved off and had a good run down all of the locks to Fradley junction. We carried on and finally moored up at the bridge just past Huddlesford Junction.
Weather – Dry and sunny all day.
Friday, 19 September 2008
Back in the swing of locking
FRIDAY. Weston on Trent, Br 81.
The 2008 trip thus far: 438Locks; 780.5 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
Bang on the dot of 9am, there came a knocking on the boat. It was Sid from Half Past Four who was returning Myra’s Duette concertina. The kettle went on and a good chatting session followed. The time seems to fly along when in good company, this morning was no exception.
Then James, from Canvas Man covers arrived with a set of bars for keeping the cratch cover tight. This is the third time of fitting. Guess what – they did not fit, and would need modification again. I had lost confidence in their ability ever to get them right. I said so, and will say no more on the subject until we have a satisfactory monetary resolution of this whole episode.
We moved off at 1230, with the aim of filling up the diesel tank at Stone; then moving down somewhere below Stone for the night. We arrived at Meaford fight behind a hire boat from Stone Ginger fleet as we call them. They were having a short day before returning the boat in the morning tomorrow. They kindly let us have the lock; we pulled the top paddles for them as we went down the flight. We also had to close the bottom gates on each lock as we were following a single handed lazy so and so who was leaving them open.
We filled up with diesel at Stone Boatbuilders; their price was 83pence per litre. We should have filled up yesterday at Festival gardens, the hire boat yard price was 80pence. I did not find that out until we had moored at Wedgewood. I usually avoid hire fleet bases as their prices always seemed higher, even on non turnaround days! I will need possibly to revise this habit.
The sun was making a hazy appearance all afternoon as owing to the dry conditions; we carried on and moored up at Br.81, Weston. Tomorrow Myra will visit Heywood Farm shop and obtain one of their wonderful family size meat pies. That will provide two delicious main meals for us both. (No, we are not related to the owners).
Myra looked out of the window and saw a bird on a branch on the opposite canal bank. It was a Kingfisher, I managed to take some photos; although the focus through double glazing is not good, I could not risk removing the top vent.
Weather – Dry all day, hazy sun all afternoon.
The 2008 trip thus far: 438Locks; 780.5 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
Bang on the dot of 9am, there came a knocking on the boat. It was Sid from Half Past Four who was returning Myra’s Duette concertina. The kettle went on and a good chatting session followed. The time seems to fly along when in good company, this morning was no exception.
Then James, from Canvas Man covers arrived with a set of bars for keeping the cratch cover tight. This is the third time of fitting. Guess what – they did not fit, and would need modification again. I had lost confidence in their ability ever to get them right. I said so, and will say no more on the subject until we have a satisfactory monetary resolution of this whole episode.
We moved off at 1230, with the aim of filling up the diesel tank at Stone; then moving down somewhere below Stone for the night. We arrived at Meaford fight behind a hire boat from Stone Ginger fleet as we call them. They were having a short day before returning the boat in the morning tomorrow. They kindly let us have the lock; we pulled the top paddles for them as we went down the flight. We also had to close the bottom gates on each lock as we were following a single handed lazy so and so who was leaving them open.
We filled up with diesel at Stone Boatbuilders; their price was 83pence per litre. We should have filled up yesterday at Festival gardens, the hire boat yard price was 80pence. I did not find that out until we had moored at Wedgewood. I usually avoid hire fleet bases as their prices always seemed higher, even on non turnaround days! I will need possibly to revise this habit.
The sun was making a hazy appearance all afternoon as owing to the dry conditions; we carried on and moored up at Br.81, Weston. Tomorrow Myra will visit Heywood Farm shop and obtain one of their wonderful family size meat pies. That will provide two delicious main meals for us both. (No, we are not related to the owners).
Myra looked out of the window and saw a bird on a branch on the opposite canal bank. It was a Kingfisher, I managed to take some photos; although the focus through double glazing is not good, I could not risk removing the top vent.
Weather – Dry all day, hazy sun all afternoon.
Sunshine - in 2008?
THURSDAY. Wedgwood visitor moorings.
The 2008 trip thus far: 428Locks; 770.5 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
We had a delivery of coal to the boat this morning, courtesy of Ivor. Having paid for the fuel, we said our farewells and moved away. There was a mist on the water although the sky was almost clear and more blue showing than we had seen for ages.
Arriving at Stoke top lock, we were assisted by the crew of the following hire boat.
There used to be a factory with two bottle kilns, on the west side of the canal just below the third lock. All traces have disappeared with the exception of the two kilns; they now stand looking completely out of place between two newly built blocks of flats. The design of these flats would not have looked out of place in communist East Germany.
I am sure that these blocks must have looked wonderful on the drawing board of their architect. Unfortunately, the height and close proximity of the trees at the site boundary has resulted in a major loss of light entering the flats. The only green aspect of this development is the colour of the trees. Carbon footprint - size 12 and increasing.
We had most of the locks in our favour with boats coming up the flight, it makes a nice change. Arriving at Wedgewood visitor moorings, there was just enough space for us near the bridge. We had a solo game of non musical chairs as each boat moved off; we ended up at the north end, where the sun reaches in the evening as well as having open views both ways.
We spent the afternoon sitting OUTSIDE, IN THE SUN chatting to our neighbouring crew.
It was difficult to remember the last time this year that we had done this; it was probably at Castford in early June.
Weather – Dry all day, then a sunny afternoon.
The 2008 trip thus far: 428Locks; 770.5 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
We had a delivery of coal to the boat this morning, courtesy of Ivor. Having paid for the fuel, we said our farewells and moved away. There was a mist on the water although the sky was almost clear and more blue showing than we had seen for ages.
Arriving at Stoke top lock, we were assisted by the crew of the following hire boat.
There used to be a factory with two bottle kilns, on the west side of the canal just below the third lock. All traces have disappeared with the exception of the two kilns; they now stand looking completely out of place between two newly built blocks of flats. The design of these flats would not have looked out of place in communist East Germany.
I am sure that these blocks must have looked wonderful on the drawing board of their architect. Unfortunately, the height and close proximity of the trees at the site boundary has resulted in a major loss of light entering the flats. The only green aspect of this development is the colour of the trees. Carbon footprint - size 12 and increasing.
We had most of the locks in our favour with boats coming up the flight, it makes a nice change. Arriving at Wedgewood visitor moorings, there was just enough space for us near the bridge. We had a solo game of non musical chairs as each boat moved off; we ended up at the north end, where the sun reaches in the evening as well as having open views both ways.
We spent the afternoon sitting OUTSIDE, IN THE SUN chatting to our neighbouring crew.
It was difficult to remember the last time this year that we had done this; it was probably at Castford in early June.
Weather – Dry all day, then a sunny afternoon.
Wednesday, 17 September 2008
Antisocial central heating
WEDNESDAY. South end of Harecastle Tunnel.
The 2008 trip thus far: 422Locks; 762 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
This morning was a reminder of the essence of boating as far as we are concerned. We moved off and were entering the top lock at Bosley at 6.45am. Myra was on the boat; I was locking as the bottom gate paddles can be stiff to get going.
The view of the Cloud gets better lower down the flight, although it is good even from the top. I was preparing the second lock when I heard the Yaffle sound of a green woodpecker, and was just in time to see it fly away from quite close.
The air had a wonderful Autumn, slightly damp smell; it was definitely good to be around early. Although the top lock had been full, all of the others were empty. My method is to lift one paddle on the lock with the boat inside; then walk to the next lock, lifting both upper paddles. When it is full, then opening the far gate with the boathook and return to the previous lock to release the boat.
This method works for us; obviously great care is taken when pushing open the far gate, we have a new boathook made with a pitchfork handle, good and strong. We found the bottom lock full; we locked down and were leaving the bottom with gates closed at 8.20am. I had worked up a good amount of heat and pleased to have a rest steering whilst Myra made a brew.
There was little boat movement, five passing in the opposite direction before the Hall Green stop lock. We arrived at Harecastle Tunnel north end to be told that it would be about 20 minutes before we could enter. We were third in line behind a hire boat from Stone and a private one. We had enough time for beans on toast.
The private boat was some five minutes behind the hire boat when it emerged from the tunnel. We intended to stop just south of the tunnel, so we were not in a rush, but my eyes are always glad to get into clear air after the stinging of the exhaust inside. The dulcet tones of Ivor Batchelor, greeted and mocked us as we emerged. He is working as a tunnel keeper again this year; after tying up, we wandered back and passed the time of day with him.
By the time that he had gone off duty, some four boats has arrived and moored opposite us. We had a good boaters chatting session with them across the canal. It was nice to hear them talking and laughter as we were eating our dinner. It has been a long time since the evenings have been dry and warm enough to sit outside.
Soon after, we realised that the boat opposite us was fitted with antisocial central heating, otherwise known as an Eberspacher. For those unaware of the noise generated by these devices of the devil, imagine this. Stand near the runway as a Typhoon fighter does a near vertical takeoff – you get the general idea. Within the boat in which it is fitted, the noise is almost inaudible; everyone else within a good distance can hear the noise reflected from the water surface.
Weather – Dry all morning, then some sunshine!
The 2008 trip thus far: 422Locks; 762 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
This morning was a reminder of the essence of boating as far as we are concerned. We moved off and were entering the top lock at Bosley at 6.45am. Myra was on the boat; I was locking as the bottom gate paddles can be stiff to get going.
The view of the Cloud gets better lower down the flight, although it is good even from the top. I was preparing the second lock when I heard the Yaffle sound of a green woodpecker, and was just in time to see it fly away from quite close.
The air had a wonderful Autumn, slightly damp smell; it was definitely good to be around early. Although the top lock had been full, all of the others were empty. My method is to lift one paddle on the lock with the boat inside; then walk to the next lock, lifting both upper paddles. When it is full, then opening the far gate with the boathook and return to the previous lock to release the boat.
This method works for us; obviously great care is taken when pushing open the far gate, we have a new boathook made with a pitchfork handle, good and strong. We found the bottom lock full; we locked down and were leaving the bottom with gates closed at 8.20am. I had worked up a good amount of heat and pleased to have a rest steering whilst Myra made a brew.
There was little boat movement, five passing in the opposite direction before the Hall Green stop lock. We arrived at Harecastle Tunnel north end to be told that it would be about 20 minutes before we could enter. We were third in line behind a hire boat from Stone and a private one. We had enough time for beans on toast.
The private boat was some five minutes behind the hire boat when it emerged from the tunnel. We intended to stop just south of the tunnel, so we were not in a rush, but my eyes are always glad to get into clear air after the stinging of the exhaust inside. The dulcet tones of Ivor Batchelor, greeted and mocked us as we emerged. He is working as a tunnel keeper again this year; after tying up, we wandered back and passed the time of day with him.
By the time that he had gone off duty, some four boats has arrived and moored opposite us. We had a good boaters chatting session with them across the canal. It was nice to hear them talking and laughter as we were eating our dinner. It has been a long time since the evenings have been dry and warm enough to sit outside.
Soon after, we realised that the boat opposite us was fitted with antisocial central heating, otherwise known as an Eberspacher. For those unaware of the noise generated by these devices of the devil, imagine this. Stand near the runway as a Typhoon fighter does a near vertical takeoff – you get the general idea. Within the boat in which it is fitted, the noise is almost inaudible; everyone else within a good distance can hear the noise reflected from the water surface.
Weather – Dry all morning, then some sunshine!
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
Homeward bound
TUESDAY. Top of Bosley locks
The 2008 trip thus far: 409Locks; 748.5 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
Myra telephoned Chris at canvas Man covers as he had not contacted us. James will meet us at Wedgwood Visitor moorings on Friday morning. Good, this means that we can begin our journey to Crick.
We had finished lunch before Myra made the call, so it was “up sticks and at ‘em”. We moved off at 1.15pm. There was one hire boat moving towards the Macclesfield canal; I waited until it had passed, then began to turn Martlet around. I had moved the back end some 10 feet from the bank when the first boat came from the junction heading our way. He slowed to allow me to complete the turn around. By the time that I had finished, another boat was waiting behind the first one!
We did not see another boat until High Lane ; yes, it was in the bridge hole. I waited for him and then moved away. As I neared the North Cheshire Cruising Club arm, a boat had moved off, towing a new shell. As soon as the canal straightened out, they waved us past. It was a beautiful shell with a lovely line to it; I asked the steerer who had built it, ‘Tim Tyler’ was the reply.
The Gardner engine was installed but not yet commissioned, hence the need for a tow.
Passing Braidbar boatyard, through the bridge hole, an oncoming boat signalled to me to move across and pass wrong side. Towpath side, there was a long line of moored boats and a lot of overhanging bushes opposite them. I could see no valid reason for his request, I therefore ignored him and his signal; he moved across and we passed the correct way. I formed the distinct impression that he was unhappy with my decision.
Passing Bollington, there were a few spots of rain in the air; I put on my waterproofs and within a few minutes, it was raining quite hard. It eased a bit but continued raining until just before we reached Fools Nook Swing Bridge.
Passing through Macclesfield deep cutting, the towpath was closed owing to the failure of a large section of stone retaining wall. BW had erected the barriers at either side of the collapse, but no work was in progress to repair the wall.
We stopped for the night as the light was fading and the rain began again, at the top of Bosley locks.
Weather – Dry all morning, then showers.
The 2008 trip thus far: 409Locks; 748.5 Miles; 74 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
Myra telephoned Chris at canvas Man covers as he had not contacted us. James will meet us at Wedgwood Visitor moorings on Friday morning. Good, this means that we can begin our journey to Crick.
We had finished lunch before Myra made the call, so it was “up sticks and at ‘em”. We moved off at 1.15pm. There was one hire boat moving towards the Macclesfield canal; I waited until it had passed, then began to turn Martlet around. I had moved the back end some 10 feet from the bank when the first boat came from the junction heading our way. He slowed to allow me to complete the turn around. By the time that I had finished, another boat was waiting behind the first one!
We did not see another boat until High Lane ; yes, it was in the bridge hole. I waited for him and then moved away. As I neared the North Cheshire Cruising Club arm, a boat had moved off, towing a new shell. As soon as the canal straightened out, they waved us past. It was a beautiful shell with a lovely line to it; I asked the steerer who had built it, ‘Tim Tyler’ was the reply.
The Gardner engine was installed but not yet commissioned, hence the need for a tow.
Passing Braidbar boatyard, through the bridge hole, an oncoming boat signalled to me to move across and pass wrong side. Towpath side, there was a long line of moored boats and a lot of overhanging bushes opposite them. I could see no valid reason for his request, I therefore ignored him and his signal; he moved across and we passed the correct way. I formed the distinct impression that he was unhappy with my decision.
Passing Bollington, there were a few spots of rain in the air; I put on my waterproofs and within a few minutes, it was raining quite hard. It eased a bit but continued raining until just before we reached Fools Nook Swing Bridge.
Passing through Macclesfield deep cutting, the towpath was closed owing to the failure of a large section of stone retaining wall. BW had erected the barriers at either side of the collapse, but no work was in progress to repair the wall.
We stopped for the night as the light was fading and the rain began again, at the top of Bosley locks.
Weather – Dry all morning, then showers.
Monday, 15 September 2008
Wanderings around Marple
MONDAY. Moorings, Top of Marple locks
The 2008 trip thus far: 409Locks; 732.5 Miles; 72 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
This morning’s wander took us to the very large churchyard of All Saints. I am fairly sure that is the correct name, but unusually, there was no notice board giving the dedication of the church and the times of services. There is a separate tower, as the original chapel was unsuitable to be enlarged. A new, larger church was built 30yards away in the victorian era; the chapel was demolished in the 1960’s. Th wasps seem to like the new church, they had built a nest above one of the entrance doors.
Going back to the graveyard, I still find it difficult to accept the health and safety edit concerning headstones and monuments. Seeing so many lying on the ground makes me think of vandalism, I find it sad that memorials to loved ones should be treated in this fashion.
We noticed an unusual fixing for a gutter downpipe on the side of a building, it was a moulded tile to allow the downpipe to pass through. We had not seen the like of it before.
We had managed to walk past a very enticing bakery window on Saturday; today, we succumbed and bought a cake each. They were excellent, we should move on to reduce the chances of becoming bakery addicts.
I went to the Post Office to get some cash; we always have used them in preference to a hole in the wall, initially in an attempt to reduce closures. Unfortunately, for political reasons the closures seem to be accelerating, we have just read that Dove Holes is to loose theirs. The nearest will be Buxton. What about the extra CO2 generated by all the now necessary extra vehicle journeys to the post offices? Of course! The government will benefit from the extra fuel duty and VAT. No more politics, I promise.
Weather – Mostly dry all day, a few drizzle showers.
The 2008 trip thus far: 409Locks; 732.5 Miles; 72 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
This morning’s wander took us to the very large churchyard of All Saints. I am fairly sure that is the correct name, but unusually, there was no notice board giving the dedication of the church and the times of services. There is a separate tower, as the original chapel was unsuitable to be enlarged. A new, larger church was built 30yards away in the victorian era; the chapel was demolished in the 1960’s. Th wasps seem to like the new church, they had built a nest above one of the entrance doors.
Going back to the graveyard, I still find it difficult to accept the health and safety edit concerning headstones and monuments. Seeing so many lying on the ground makes me think of vandalism, I find it sad that memorials to loved ones should be treated in this fashion.
We noticed an unusual fixing for a gutter downpipe on the side of a building, it was a moulded tile to allow the downpipe to pass through. We had not seen the like of it before.
We had managed to walk past a very enticing bakery window on Saturday; today, we succumbed and bought a cake each. They were excellent, we should move on to reduce the chances of becoming bakery addicts.
I went to the Post Office to get some cash; we always have used them in preference to a hole in the wall, initially in an attempt to reduce closures. Unfortunately, for political reasons the closures seem to be accelerating, we have just read that Dove Holes is to loose theirs. The nearest will be Buxton. What about the extra CO2 generated by all the now necessary extra vehicle journeys to the post offices? Of course! The government will benefit from the extra fuel duty and VAT. No more politics, I promise.
Weather – Mostly dry all day, a few drizzle showers.
Sunday, 14 September 2008
Walkies!
SUNDAY. Moorings, Top of Marple locks
The 2008 trip thus far: 409Locks; 732.5 Miles; 72 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
We are back to marking time mode. We are awaiting a phone call next Tuesday from Canvas man to let us know when they can fit the new design bent bars for the cratch cover. Not bad really, they measured up for the covers on 10th June. Let us hope that the bars are fitted before we give up boating.
We had a good wander around Marple, following a footpath down to the River Goyt. The path crossed the railway line and then descended slowly alongside the line. At one place where the retaining wall had water seeping through, there was a line of hollow stalactites, known as soda straw stalactites.
We looked at the river and then walked back along a side road which led back to the canal at lock 8. There we spoke to an angler; he was 88 years old and didn’t look a day over 70! He was catching fish with very little gear, he explained that he had to carry it and made do with the bare minimum.
We carried on down to the Aqueduct and the railway viaduct and newly painted bridge.
The Aqueduct took 7 years to complete; is 100 feet above the River Goyt, is 309 feet long and contains 8000 cubic yards of Masonry and was designed by Benjamin Outram.
The adjacent railway viaduct was opened on 5th August 1862 and had cost the line owners, the Manchester Sheffield and Lincoln Railway £80,000 to construct. It had been completed in one year by James Taylor (probably not alone) is 124 feet above the river, 918 feet long consisting of 12 stone arches.
The afternoon was spent reading the weekend papers.
Weather – Dry all day, sunny in the morning.
The 2008 trip thus far: 409Locks; 732.5 Miles; 72 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
We are back to marking time mode. We are awaiting a phone call next Tuesday from Canvas man to let us know when they can fit the new design bent bars for the cratch cover. Not bad really, they measured up for the covers on 10th June. Let us hope that the bars are fitted before we give up boating.
We had a good wander around Marple, following a footpath down to the River Goyt. The path crossed the railway line and then descended slowly alongside the line. At one place where the retaining wall had water seeping through, there was a line of hollow stalactites, known as soda straw stalactites.
We looked at the river and then walked back along a side road which led back to the canal at lock 8. There we spoke to an angler; he was 88 years old and didn’t look a day over 70! He was catching fish with very little gear, he explained that he had to carry it and made do with the bare minimum.
We carried on down to the Aqueduct and the railway viaduct and newly painted bridge.
The Aqueduct took 7 years to complete; is 100 feet above the River Goyt, is 309 feet long and contains 8000 cubic yards of Masonry and was designed by Benjamin Outram.
The adjacent railway viaduct was opened on 5th August 1862 and had cost the line owners, the Manchester Sheffield and Lincoln Railway £80,000 to construct. It had been completed in one year by James Taylor (probably not alone) is 124 feet above the river, 918 feet long consisting of 12 stone arches.
The afternoon was spent reading the weekend papers.
Weather – Dry all day, sunny in the morning.
Saturday, 13 September 2008
Marple Locks
SATURDAY. Moorings, Top of Marple locks
The 2008 trip thus far: 409Locks; 732.5 Miles; 72 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
A short day in prospect, it was raining again as I put the kettle on for our wake up cup of tea.
We started the 16 Bosley locks at 8.45am, Myra handling the boat as the bottom paddles are stiff owing to the water pressure in these deep locks. This flight is one of our favourites; the sheer rugged stonework is a pleasure to behold, the design of the bridges compliments the overall appearance – all of this on a system for moving goods. The locks also fill and empty quickly, but not enough to prevent you looking around at the scenery.
At 11.05, we arrived at the top. We had stopped to talk to a few people on the way; at the top lock, a couple from Manchester had never seen a boat going up in a lock. They saw Myra and Martlet do just that; then they had a short ride to our mooring spot and a look inside. As they said, you take things on your doorstep for granted, they are going to look with more interest at the canals from now on.
The view from our mooring was of distant hills, a pleasant sight for a short boating day; we walked into Marple for a look around, get Fish and Chips (very good!) for lunch, also a paper.
Weather – Drizzle then dry and sunny intervals.
The 2008 trip thus far: 409Locks; 732.5 Miles; 72 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
A short day in prospect, it was raining again as I put the kettle on for our wake up cup of tea.
We started the 16 Bosley locks at 8.45am, Myra handling the boat as the bottom paddles are stiff owing to the water pressure in these deep locks. This flight is one of our favourites; the sheer rugged stonework is a pleasure to behold, the design of the bridges compliments the overall appearance – all of this on a system for moving goods. The locks also fill and empty quickly, but not enough to prevent you looking around at the scenery.
At 11.05, we arrived at the top. We had stopped to talk to a few people on the way; at the top lock, a couple from Manchester had never seen a boat going up in a lock. They saw Myra and Martlet do just that; then they had a short ride to our mooring spot and a look inside. As they said, you take things on your doorstep for granted, they are going to look with more interest at the canals from now on.
The view from our mooring was of distant hills, a pleasant sight for a short boating day; we walked into Marple for a look around, get Fish and Chips (very good!) for lunch, also a paper.
Weather – Drizzle then dry and sunny intervals.
Ashton Canal lumps and bumps
FRIDAY. Bosley lock foot
The 2008 trip thus far: 393Locks; 731.5 Miles; 72 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
The alarm clock sounded at 5am, we were to make an early start on the Rochdale nine and then the Ashton Canal 16 locks. We had breakfast and as we were moored next to the car park, only two minutes from the bottom lock which I went to set, leaving the lower paddles up whilst I helped Myra to leave our mooring. Water was weiring over the top gates as usual, at least both bottom paddles were working enabling the lock to be emptied.
By the time that I had started filling Piccadilly lock, we had taken an hour and three quarters.
This lock is situated under an office block and used to be very dark and frequented by rent boys; now, it has lots of lights, the walls have been painted cream and it is still frequented by rent boys.
I suppose that the main advantage of all of the improvements is that you can now see them better.
There were but two today, with a drunk in attendance; all life is here in Manchester.
We cleared Ducie Street Lock using the boat to open the top gates; the bottom leaks are slightly greater than the capacity of the top paddles close to making a level. We passed through the bridge and started our climb of the Ashton Canal.
We caught up with a single boater, Myra went off to Asda, I carried on up the canal. The boater in front had told a boater coming down the flight that I was following. As the down boat passed me, the steerer said ‘I have filled the lock as there was a boat behind me’. Oh well. Another case of failed care in the community.
By the time that we had reached lock 15, owing to most of the boats coming down operating a two down, one up scheme, the upper pound was very low. The single boater was stuck just above the lock. Myra went up to bring some water down from lock 16 whilst I telephoned CanalPhone.
I have this theory: if we all phoned BW when levels were down, instead of doing what boaters always do and cope; then maybe BW would get fed up with all the calls and get something organised with water control. I do not have fairies at the bottom of my garden, although I do believe in Father Christmas.
When Myra had put enough water into the pound, the single boater got as far as the foot of lock 16 before his prop was fouled and his engine stopped. He did not have an access hatch in his deck; when he removed the weed hatch cover, his prop had wire and a load of stuff that the could not remove.
We took his boat in tow and set off very slowly into the long pound below lock 17. This pound was down by some 15 to 18 inches. It was not a journey for those who are prone to sea sickness.
There was so much rubbish in the canal, the boats were riding up and leaning all over the place with loud graunching sounds from below.
Through two swing bridges, on two occasions the rubbish stopped us completely; backing up and trying a slightly different line along the canal allowed us to carry on. We arrived at lock 17 to find two BW men that had been sent out as a result of my phone call were running water down.
We explained what had happened and why we were towing the other boat. The older BW man of the two did no more than climb into the boat and get down to the weed hatch. He got some wire off and then said there is a mountain bike tyre as well. The owner asked if he would be able to remove it, the reply was yes. We made our farewells and headed for Marple.
Weather, fine until lock 13, then downpour until lock 15, then drizzle for the rest.
The 2008 trip thus far: 393Locks; 731.5 Miles; 72 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
The alarm clock sounded at 5am, we were to make an early start on the Rochdale nine and then the Ashton Canal 16 locks. We had breakfast and as we were moored next to the car park, only two minutes from the bottom lock which I went to set, leaving the lower paddles up whilst I helped Myra to leave our mooring. Water was weiring over the top gates as usual, at least both bottom paddles were working enabling the lock to be emptied.
By the time that I had started filling Piccadilly lock, we had taken an hour and three quarters.
This lock is situated under an office block and used to be very dark and frequented by rent boys; now, it has lots of lights, the walls have been painted cream and it is still frequented by rent boys.
I suppose that the main advantage of all of the improvements is that you can now see them better.
There were but two today, with a drunk in attendance; all life is here in Manchester.
We cleared Ducie Street Lock using the boat to open the top gates; the bottom leaks are slightly greater than the capacity of the top paddles close to making a level. We passed through the bridge and started our climb of the Ashton Canal.
We caught up with a single boater, Myra went off to Asda, I carried on up the canal. The boater in front had told a boater coming down the flight that I was following. As the down boat passed me, the steerer said ‘I have filled the lock as there was a boat behind me’. Oh well. Another case of failed care in the community.
By the time that we had reached lock 15, owing to most of the boats coming down operating a two down, one up scheme, the upper pound was very low. The single boater was stuck just above the lock. Myra went up to bring some water down from lock 16 whilst I telephoned CanalPhone.
I have this theory: if we all phoned BW when levels were down, instead of doing what boaters always do and cope; then maybe BW would get fed up with all the calls and get something organised with water control. I do not have fairies at the bottom of my garden, although I do believe in Father Christmas.
When Myra had put enough water into the pound, the single boater got as far as the foot of lock 16 before his prop was fouled and his engine stopped. He did not have an access hatch in his deck; when he removed the weed hatch cover, his prop had wire and a load of stuff that the could not remove.
We took his boat in tow and set off very slowly into the long pound below lock 17. This pound was down by some 15 to 18 inches. It was not a journey for those who are prone to sea sickness.
There was so much rubbish in the canal, the boats were riding up and leaning all over the place with loud graunching sounds from below.
Through two swing bridges, on two occasions the rubbish stopped us completely; backing up and trying a slightly different line along the canal allowed us to carry on. We arrived at lock 17 to find two BW men that had been sent out as a result of my phone call were running water down.
We explained what had happened and why we were towing the other boat. The older BW man of the two did no more than climb into the boat and get down to the weed hatch. He got some wire off and then said there is a mountain bike tyre as well. The owner asked if he would be able to remove it, the reply was yes. We made our farewells and headed for Marple.
Weather, fine until lock 13, then downpour until lock 15, then drizzle for the rest.
Concertina exchange!
THURSDAY. Castlefields, Manchester
The 2008 trip thus far: 366Locks; 718 Miles; 71 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
I knew that it was too good to last; it was raining when we awoke. So much for weather lore!
We were going to catch the bus home from Manchester so that Myra could swap over the concertinas. She is in the process of buying one to which she has the instrument on trial.
Unfortunately, the C# key is sticking and will not clear; she has decided to leave it at home and bring her other one back to the boat.
Once the bus had reached the Whaley Bridge by pass, we could see why our expectations of the views from the Lancaster Canal were perhaps set too high. Derbyshire is a beautiful county, the scenery is spectacular; thinking about it, that was the reason for us leaving Sussex and moving there!
On the Transpeak bus service from Manchester to Nottingham, the bus drivers change over at Dove Holes garage just outside Buxton. The outgoing one always turns to the passengers before he (or she) gets off and thanks them; they wave their thanks to him. It is a nice touch; one that we had never seen down south.
Walking back to Castlefields, the Poilce had closed off Deansgate to all traffic and pedestrians at the railway bridge. It seems that a window had shattered on the 23rd floor of the Hilton Hotel and showered the pavement. A spokeswoman said ' when the windows break, they are designed to break into small pieces just like a car windscreen' I feel much reassured by her explanation and will be giving the Hilton Hotel area a very wide berth indeed.
Weather – Wet to start with, drying up before lunchtime.
The 2008 trip thus far: 366Locks; 718 Miles; 71 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 36
I knew that it was too good to last; it was raining when we awoke. So much for weather lore!
We were going to catch the bus home from Manchester so that Myra could swap over the concertinas. She is in the process of buying one to which she has the instrument on trial.
Unfortunately, the C# key is sticking and will not clear; she has decided to leave it at home and bring her other one back to the boat.
Once the bus had reached the Whaley Bridge by pass, we could see why our expectations of the views from the Lancaster Canal were perhaps set too high. Derbyshire is a beautiful county, the scenery is spectacular; thinking about it, that was the reason for us leaving Sussex and moving there!
On the Transpeak bus service from Manchester to Nottingham, the bus drivers change over at Dove Holes garage just outside Buxton. The outgoing one always turns to the passengers before he (or she) gets off and thanks them; they wave their thanks to him. It is a nice touch; one that we had never seen down south.
Walking back to Castlefields, the Poilce had closed off Deansgate to all traffic and pedestrians at the railway bridge. It seems that a window had shattered on the 23rd floor of the Hilton Hotel and showered the pavement. A spokeswoman said ' when the windows break, they are designed to break into small pieces just like a car windscreen' I feel much reassured by her explanation and will be giving the Hilton Hotel area a very wide berth indeed.
Weather – Wet to start with, drying up before lunchtime.
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
A day trip to Bury
WEDNESDAY. Castlefields, Manchester
The 2008 trip thus far: 366Locks; 718 Miles; 71 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
Hold the front page! Phone the editor at home! We awoke this morning, wait for it, it was not raining AND there was a cloudless blue sky. Convinced that we were dreaming, we turned over and dozed off. A short while later, awakening for the second time, it was a clear blue sky!
We had breakfast and caught the tram from GMex to Bury for a wander around the town and a look at the market. Soon after we arrived, it began to rain. The blue sky did not fool us; we had taken our waterproof coats and with the canopies above the market stalls we managed to keep dry.
Bury was busy (oops!), all of the shops that we went inside had people buying things, only one or two shops boarded up. We had to get used to the style of manners, or rather the complete lack thereof. You do not wait for anyone at shop doorways, and do not say thanks for waiting. Once the concept is embedded in your head, moving around is easy!
The return journey was enlivened by the a stop at the short platform for the tram depot. The doors opened and six ticket inspectors boarded the tram. Most were large, they went right through the tram quickly; herded a few youngsters without tickets off onto the platform and then the tram pulled away, but not before a couple of the lads had jumped over the fence and legged it!
Weather – Mainly dry, showers in the morning.
The 2008 trip thus far: 366Locks; 718 Miles; 71 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
Hold the front page! Phone the editor at home! We awoke this morning, wait for it, it was not raining AND there was a cloudless blue sky. Convinced that we were dreaming, we turned over and dozed off. A short while later, awakening for the second time, it was a clear blue sky!
We had breakfast and caught the tram from GMex to Bury for a wander around the town and a look at the market. Soon after we arrived, it began to rain. The blue sky did not fool us; we had taken our waterproof coats and with the canopies above the market stalls we managed to keep dry.
Bury was busy (oops!), all of the shops that we went inside had people buying things, only one or two shops boarded up. We had to get used to the style of manners, or rather the complete lack thereof. You do not wait for anyone at shop doorways, and do not say thanks for waiting. Once the concept is embedded in your head, moving around is easy!
The return journey was enlivened by the a stop at the short platform for the tram depot. The doors opened and six ticket inspectors boarded the tram. Most were large, they went right through the tram quickly; herded a few youngsters without tickets off onto the platform and then the tram pulled away, but not before a couple of the lads had jumped over the fence and legged it!
Weather – Mainly dry, showers in the morning.
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
Travelling the Bridgewater Canal
TUESDAY. Castlefields, Manchester
The 2008 trip thus far: 366Locks; 718 Miles; 71 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
Again, it was raining as we set off this morning. By the time that we had passed under the Bridge carrying the A580 East Lancs Road (of Z cars fame – for those of you that can remember that far back!) it had stopped.
I always like travelling along from Plank Lane, even in the wet; the canal in this area still has the evidence of colliery working for those that care to look. I wish that I could have travelled along when the pits were busy; it would have been full of boating interest.
It was blowing quite hard as we went over the Barton Swing Aqueduct; sadly no ships were visible. It is always a pleasure to travel so high above the Ship Canal with very good long distance views. The main structure is a tank; either 235 or 300 feet long according to who you choose to believe, and 18 feet wide holding 800 tons of water.
It was opened in 1893 to a design of Sir Edward Leader Williams, who was the resident engineer for the construction of the Manchester Ship Canal. He also designed the Anderton Boat Lift.
Another reason that I enjoy travelling along the Bridgewater canal is that it has a good water depth; something missing on the vast majority of BW administered canals. We arrived in Castlefields, the potato wharf side, to find most of the spaces taken up by Bridgewater canal registered residential boats.
Over the weekend, there had been a concert in the Castlefields Arena; this entails covering over the two water filled arms which are home to the aforementioned boats. The arms are being ready for use again tomorrow (Wednesday) morning. One or two of the boats that are currently licensed look as though they would be hard pressed to pass a BSS inspection; one particularly tatty example looks ready to sink at any moment.
Weather – Wet to start, the drying up. A few showers in the late afternoon.
The 2008 trip thus far: 366Locks; 718 Miles; 71 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
Again, it was raining as we set off this morning. By the time that we had passed under the Bridge carrying the A580 East Lancs Road (of Z cars fame – for those of you that can remember that far back!) it had stopped.
I always like travelling along from Plank Lane, even in the wet; the canal in this area still has the evidence of colliery working for those that care to look. I wish that I could have travelled along when the pits were busy; it would have been full of boating interest.
It was blowing quite hard as we went over the Barton Swing Aqueduct; sadly no ships were visible. It is always a pleasure to travel so high above the Ship Canal with very good long distance views. The main structure is a tank; either 235 or 300 feet long according to who you choose to believe, and 18 feet wide holding 800 tons of water.
It was opened in 1893 to a design of Sir Edward Leader Williams, who was the resident engineer for the construction of the Manchester Ship Canal. He also designed the Anderton Boat Lift.
Another reason that I enjoy travelling along the Bridgewater canal is that it has a good water depth; something missing on the vast majority of BW administered canals. We arrived in Castlefields, the potato wharf side, to find most of the spaces taken up by Bridgewater canal registered residential boats.
Over the weekend, there had been a concert in the Castlefields Arena; this entails covering over the two water filled arms which are home to the aforementioned boats. The arms are being ready for use again tomorrow (Wednesday) morning. One or two of the boats that are currently licensed look as though they would be hard pressed to pass a BSS inspection; one particularly tatty example looks ready to sink at any moment.
Weather – Wet to start, the drying up. A few showers in the late afternoon.
Monday, 8 September 2008
Homeward bound - but slowly
MONDAY. Plank Lane, Leigh.
The 2008 trip thus far: 366Locks; 713.5 Miles; 71 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
This morning, just four locks to do before rejoining the Leeds & Liverpool main line. We had enjoyed the views from the Rufford Branch; it was now time to point Martlet in the general direction of the home mooring at Crick.
We will travel via Manchester, Ashton, Lower & Upper Peak Forest, Macc, Trent &Mersey and via Fazeley to Crick. We will not chance our luck on the River Trent and Soar given the amount of rain that we have been having this so called summer.
As we passed through Parbold, we saw a girl that had come across the Ribble link on Friday with us. She boats on her own and was getting ready to move off; we waited at Appley Lock for her and travelled with her for the rest of the day. We both filled up with diesel at 75 p/Litre from the Barge ‘Ambush’ at the foot of Wigan Bottom lock.
The sun made an appearance and managed to stay out for about an hour or so, before reverting to normal and hiding behind some rain clouds.
We parted company at the Dover Lock pub; she was meeting friends there, we carried on to our stopping place just south of Plank Lane Bridge.
Weather – Dry and overcast with a few sunny intervals
The 2008 trip thus far: 366Locks; 713.5 Miles; 71 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
This morning, just four locks to do before rejoining the Leeds & Liverpool main line. We had enjoyed the views from the Rufford Branch; it was now time to point Martlet in the general direction of the home mooring at Crick.
We will travel via Manchester, Ashton, Lower & Upper Peak Forest, Macc, Trent &Mersey and via Fazeley to Crick. We will not chance our luck on the River Trent and Soar given the amount of rain that we have been having this so called summer.
As we passed through Parbold, we saw a girl that had come across the Ribble link on Friday with us. She boats on her own and was getting ready to move off; we waited at Appley Lock for her and travelled with her for the rest of the day. We both filled up with diesel at 75 p/Litre from the Barge ‘Ambush’ at the foot of Wigan Bottom lock.
The sun made an appearance and managed to stay out for about an hour or so, before reverting to normal and hiding behind some rain clouds.
We parted company at the Dover Lock pub; she was meeting friends there, we carried on to our stopping place just south of Plank Lane Bridge.
Weather – Dry and overcast with a few sunny intervals
Sunday, 7 September 2008
Rufford area
SUNDAY. Lock 5 Rufford Branch
The 2008 trip thus far: 354 Locks; 701.5 Miles; 69 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
Back to almost normal boating; we stopped at the new service block by Sparks Bridge.
I emptied the PortaPotti whilst Myra kept an eye on the water tank filling. I collect two bags of rubbish from a passing boat with a travelling post office style handover; they did not need to stop, it was an impressive manoeuvre carried out with much hilarity on both sides!
Myra went up to the lock at Rufford to help a solo lady boater. I went into St James Marina to top up the diesel tank; came alongside, moored up and walked to the reception office. There was a sign on the wall informing all and sundry that the marina was closed on Sundays. Is it beyond the wit of man(agement) to put the same information on a board at the marina entrance?
I moved off and penned up Rufford lock. We moored above and had an early lunch; after which we walked back to Rufford Old Hall. This is a building of half timbered construction dating from 1420. The East wing of the original building, albeit extensively rebuilt, is all that remains today.
It is impressive, with fine furniture and the great hall; 44 feet by 22 feet with a hammer beam roof. One end has a moveable wooden screen, beautifully carved from bog oak. Each side has inset panels with one different design panel on each side; supposedly owing to the fact that only God is capable of creating perfection.
Returning to Martlet, we then moved off. Myra went to a farm shop to restock with fresh vegetables before continuing on our way. There was a lot of aerial activity owing to the International air show at Southport, a few miles away. I managed to take a few photographs, as two Hawks flew directly overhead in company with two Tornados. I managed to take some photographs of the only airworthy Vulcan in the world as it flew away from the show; it was a type B2, service registration XH558.
Deliveries of Production Vulcan B1’s began in 1956; I can remember reading an article about this in the Meccano Magazine. The last time that I had seen a Vulcan was at Shoreham Airport open day, probably in 1958 or 9; it was only on static display. As everyone knows, Shoreham Airport is the oldest licensed airport still in use. It was first used in 1910 and has a grade 2 listed art deco terminal building.
Weather – Dry and overcast with a few sunny intervals.
The 2008 trip thus far: 354 Locks; 701.5 Miles; 69 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
Back to almost normal boating; we stopped at the new service block by Sparks Bridge.
I emptied the PortaPotti whilst Myra kept an eye on the water tank filling. I collect two bags of rubbish from a passing boat with a travelling post office style handover; they did not need to stop, it was an impressive manoeuvre carried out with much hilarity on both sides!
Myra went up to the lock at Rufford to help a solo lady boater. I went into St James Marina to top up the diesel tank; came alongside, moored up and walked to the reception office. There was a sign on the wall informing all and sundry that the marina was closed on Sundays. Is it beyond the wit of man(agement) to put the same information on a board at the marina entrance?
I moved off and penned up Rufford lock. We moored above and had an early lunch; after which we walked back to Rufford Old Hall. This is a building of half timbered construction dating from 1420. The East wing of the original building, albeit extensively rebuilt, is all that remains today.
It is impressive, with fine furniture and the great hall; 44 feet by 22 feet with a hammer beam roof. One end has a moveable wooden screen, beautifully carved from bog oak. Each side has inset panels with one different design panel on each side; supposedly owing to the fact that only God is capable of creating perfection.
Returning to Martlet, we then moved off. Myra went to a farm shop to restock with fresh vegetables before continuing on our way. There was a lot of aerial activity owing to the International air show at Southport, a few miles away. I managed to take a few photographs, as two Hawks flew directly overhead in company with two Tornados. I managed to take some photographs of the only airworthy Vulcan in the world as it flew away from the show; it was a type B2, service registration XH558.
Deliveries of Production Vulcan B1’s began in 1956; I can remember reading an article about this in the Meccano Magazine. The last time that I had seen a Vulcan was at Shoreham Airport open day, probably in 1958 or 9; it was only on static display. As everyone knows, Shoreham Airport is the oldest licensed airport still in use. It was first used in 1910 and has a grade 2 listed art deco terminal building.
Weather – Dry and overcast with a few sunny intervals.
Saturday, 6 September 2008
Squeaky clean again!
SATURDAY. Tarleton
The 2008 trip thus far: 351 Locks; 693 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
We had an easy day today; a very enjoyable one. Myra went to buy a paper whilst I separated the anchor, chain and warp aand put them away for another year. In between showers, I removed the plank and washed the roof underneath. We are now in canal mode with a clear and clean roof; soon it will be home to pieces of wood wombled during our travels.
Duncan from ‘Miss D Mena’had telephoned us yesterday, with an invitation from genuine boaters, namely Pauline and himself. We will pick you both up from Tarleton, bring yourselves, your washing and have a bath and a meal with us! How could we refuse? We relaxed in their welcoming company, chatted and enjoyed excellent meals. Thank you.
Tomorrow we will move up to Rufford and look at Rufford Old Hall
Weather – Overcast, with showers.
The 2008 trip thus far: 351 Locks; 693 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
We had an easy day today; a very enjoyable one. Myra went to buy a paper whilst I separated the anchor, chain and warp aand put them away for another year. In between showers, I removed the plank and washed the roof underneath. We are now in canal mode with a clear and clean roof; soon it will be home to pieces of wood wombled during our travels.
Duncan from ‘Miss D Mena’had telephoned us yesterday, with an invitation from genuine boaters, namely Pauline and himself. We will pick you both up from Tarleton, bring yourselves, your washing and have a bath and a meal with us! How could we refuse? We relaxed in their welcoming company, chatted and enjoyed excellent meals. Thank you.
Tomorrow we will move up to Rufford and look at Rufford Old Hall
Weather – Overcast, with showers.
Friday, 5 September 2008
The Ribble Link - at last!
FRIDAY. Tarleton
The 2008 trip thus far: 351 Locks; 693 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
All of the recent entries seemed to have started with ‘It was raining when we awoke this morning’ Well, ~ ditto ~. We received a telephone call from Leanne at Wigan BW offices to tell us that the Ribble link passage was to go ahead. So much for the bad weather forecast.
I asked the lockie how many boats were to make the trip, he said nine. One of them had arranged for a tug as she had a small engine; on the upward trip, she had to divert to Preston Marina owing to the lack of speed.
The holding pontoon just up the Savick Brook from the sea lock is approximately 90 feet in length. We were tied up four deep awaiting the opening of the lock; you could not accuse BW of wasting money on the construction of this link. One look will confirm that the whole enterprise was done on the cheap; some of the steel piled lock walls are leaking and one has a sprinkler. Below lock 8, there are underwater obstacles east of the pipe bridge and west of the road bridge. Yes, we hit them both.
We left the pontoon at 2.30pm; the wind against current on the River Ribble was producing waves of about a foot in height and the rain was driving from astern. We passed the Asland Lamp and made the turn into the Douglas at 3.25pm. For the next five minutes, the waves were about 18 inches high with the rain and wind dead ahead; the waves eased as we came under the lee of the east bank, the rain did not.
As we were half way along the reach before the bend at Douglas Boatyard, the tide began to ebb. Passing the boat yard, I increased revs from 1700 to 1800 and we continued to make reasonable speed across the ground. Approaching Tarleton lock, the boat under tow from GNAT seemed to be having a major problem when the tow was slipped just outside the lock gate. In fact, her engine had stopped and would not restart. The crew on GNAT quickly remade the tow and took her into the lock.
We stopped at the visitor moorings after penning up at 4.50pm; I had had enough of the wind and rain for one day!
Lancaster Canal.
Object
To visit the canal
Method
Passage of Ribble link
Observations
Most of the canal is shallow in the centre, all is shallow at the edge.
Tewitfield visitor moorings – Possible offence by BW under Trade Descriptions Act.
Useful for canoes, partly suitable for shallow draught cruisers, unsuitable for narrowboats.
Conclusions
Always moor securely; the local boaters do not slow down at all when passing moored boats.
Carnforth is an ideal staging point for Bus Pass users for the Lakes.
Glasson Basin is well worth a visit; also has excellent Cafe, two good pubs and views of hills
The Lune Aqueduct is magnificent, as is Lancaster Priory and Bilborrow church.
Hest Bank for seashore walks and long views to hills; plus good Chinese take away and chip shop.
The passage of the Rivers Douglas and Ribble would be lovely given good weather. We were not!
Would we do it again? No. In our view, the scenery is no better than parts of a lot of easier accessed canals.
Weather – Raining, all day.
The 2008 trip thus far: 351 Locks; 693 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
All of the recent entries seemed to have started with ‘It was raining when we awoke this morning’ Well, ~ ditto ~. We received a telephone call from Leanne at Wigan BW offices to tell us that the Ribble link passage was to go ahead. So much for the bad weather forecast.
I asked the lockie how many boats were to make the trip, he said nine. One of them had arranged for a tug as she had a small engine; on the upward trip, she had to divert to Preston Marina owing to the lack of speed.
The holding pontoon just up the Savick Brook from the sea lock is approximately 90 feet in length. We were tied up four deep awaiting the opening of the lock; you could not accuse BW of wasting money on the construction of this link. One look will confirm that the whole enterprise was done on the cheap; some of the steel piled lock walls are leaking and one has a sprinkler. Below lock 8, there are underwater obstacles east of the pipe bridge and west of the road bridge. Yes, we hit them both.
We left the pontoon at 2.30pm; the wind against current on the River Ribble was producing waves of about a foot in height and the rain was driving from astern. We passed the Asland Lamp and made the turn into the Douglas at 3.25pm. For the next five minutes, the waves were about 18 inches high with the rain and wind dead ahead; the waves eased as we came under the lee of the east bank, the rain did not.
As we were half way along the reach before the bend at Douglas Boatyard, the tide began to ebb. Passing the boat yard, I increased revs from 1700 to 1800 and we continued to make reasonable speed across the ground. Approaching Tarleton lock, the boat under tow from GNAT seemed to be having a major problem when the tow was slipped just outside the lock gate. In fact, her engine had stopped and would not restart. The crew on GNAT quickly remade the tow and took her into the lock.
We stopped at the visitor moorings after penning up at 4.50pm; I had had enough of the wind and rain for one day!
Lancaster Canal.
Object
To visit the canal
Method
Passage of Ribble link
Observations
Most of the canal is shallow in the centre, all is shallow at the edge.
Tewitfield visitor moorings – Possible offence by BW under Trade Descriptions Act.
Useful for canoes, partly suitable for shallow draught cruisers, unsuitable for narrowboats.
Conclusions
Always moor securely; the local boaters do not slow down at all when passing moored boats.
Carnforth is an ideal staging point for Bus Pass users for the Lakes.
Glasson Basin is well worth a visit; also has excellent Cafe, two good pubs and views of hills
The Lune Aqueduct is magnificent, as is Lancaster Priory and Bilborrow church.
Hest Bank for seashore walks and long views to hills; plus good Chinese take away and chip shop.
The passage of the Rivers Douglas and Ribble would be lovely given good weather. We were not!
Would we do it again? No. In our view, the scenery is no better than parts of a lot of easier accessed canals.
Weather – Raining, all day.
Thursday, 4 September 2008
A broken link
WEDNESDAY. Ribble Link holding basin
The 2008 trip thus far: 342 Locks; 684 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
It was raining as we climbed out of bed today. It was raining as we moved off. It was raining as we entered the holding basin at the Ribble link staircase.
We were about half way to the basin when the engine spluttered and stopped. It would just about fire and run on low revs; so low revs it was until we could stop at the basin and I could check the water trap and change the fuel filter.
Myra looked out from under our rear cover and gave me the good news as I was turning into the basin. Owing to heavy rain and high water levels; the Ribble link crossing was cancelled. Wonderful. We had travelled quickly to make it a day early, as BW had suggested and now the weather had intervened.
I drained the water trap and changed the fuel filter. The amount of gunge on the filter top would have entitled the engine to stop. When the engine was running again, it ran at 2000rpm with not a hint of a hiccup. Hopefully that should have done the trick.
We went down to the foot of the stairs, sorry, staircase and looked at Savick Brook. To give credit where it is due, the stream and height of water would entitle it to be upgraded to River status. The stream was fast and the lock moorings were underwater. By the time that we had returned from lock 7, the level had dropped by one brick at the bottom of the staircase.
It will be interesting to see what happens tomorrow. Having cancelled the Friday trip owing to a bad weather forecast, I wonder how they will justify allow us to travel. Watch this space!
Weather – Raining, heavy then heavier, dry after lunchtime and a then sunny evening.
The 2008 trip thus far: 342 Locks; 684 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
It was raining as we climbed out of bed today. It was raining as we moved off. It was raining as we entered the holding basin at the Ribble link staircase.
We were about half way to the basin when the engine spluttered and stopped. It would just about fire and run on low revs; so low revs it was until we could stop at the basin and I could check the water trap and change the fuel filter.
Myra looked out from under our rear cover and gave me the good news as I was turning into the basin. Owing to heavy rain and high water levels; the Ribble link crossing was cancelled. Wonderful. We had travelled quickly to make it a day early, as BW had suggested and now the weather had intervened.
I drained the water trap and changed the fuel filter. The amount of gunge on the filter top would have entitled the engine to stop. When the engine was running again, it ran at 2000rpm with not a hint of a hiccup. Hopefully that should have done the trick.
We went down to the foot of the stairs, sorry, staircase and looked at Savick Brook. To give credit where it is due, the stream and height of water would entitle it to be upgraded to River status. The stream was fast and the lock moorings were underwater. By the time that we had returned from lock 7, the level had dropped by one brick at the bottom of the staircase.
It will be interesting to see what happens tomorrow. Having cancelled the Friday trip owing to a bad weather forecast, I wonder how they will justify allow us to travel. Watch this space!
Weather – Raining, heavy then heavier, dry after lunchtime and a then sunny evening.
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
Winter mode wet weather gear
TUESDAY. Lancaster Canal, Br.24
The 2008 trip thus far: 342 Locks; 681 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
Heavy rain provided our wake up call today. By the time that I was ready to move off, it was overcast but dry. We passed through Garstang and we both had a shower on the move as we were going to stop for water at Bilsborrow. A boat approached which looked familiar at a distance.
It was Jacarna, with a boating friend of some years, George Gauton at the tiller. We exchanged greetings as the boats passed; the last time we had a pleasant evening in his company was on the river Nene on the washlands pontoon.
At Bilborrow, the crew of the boat tied up on the water point were unable to open the door to the tap. They then moved off. We could not get the lock to work; I opened the door to the toilet; there was a tap under the wash hand basin on the same supply as the outside one. We brought the boat up and connected the hose to this inside tap and filled the tank.
I managed to stay dry for the next hour before the rain arrived; it continued until we moored up for the day just after 1pm. In between showers I managed to attach the chain and warp to the anchor in readiness for the Ribble crossing tomorrow.
Weather – Partly morning, then a lot of rain.
The 2008 trip thus far: 342 Locks; 681 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
Heavy rain provided our wake up call today. By the time that I was ready to move off, it was overcast but dry. We passed through Garstang and we both had a shower on the move as we were going to stop for water at Bilsborrow. A boat approached which looked familiar at a distance.
It was Jacarna, with a boating friend of some years, George Gauton at the tiller. We exchanged greetings as the boats passed; the last time we had a pleasant evening in his company was on the river Nene on the washlands pontoon.
At Bilborrow, the crew of the boat tied up on the water point were unable to open the door to the tap. They then moved off. We could not get the lock to work; I opened the door to the toilet; there was a tap under the wash hand basin on the same supply as the outside one. We brought the boat up and connected the hose to this inside tap and filled the tank.
I managed to stay dry for the next hour before the rain arrived; it continued until we moored up for the day just after 1pm. In between showers I managed to attach the chain and warp to the anchor in readiness for the Ribble crossing tomorrow.
Weather – Partly morning, then a lot of rain.
Tuesday, 2 September 2008
The best laid plans................
MONDAY. Lancaster Canal, Br.70
The 2008 trip thus far: 342 Locks; 666.5 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
This morning was spent in wandering around Glasson and looking at the view from the observation point. Then we had a bacon roll in the ‘Lantern’ cafe before moving off.
We moored again above lock4 and were taking it easy when at 3.50pm, the telephone rang. It was Leanne from BW office at Wigan. The weather forecast for Friday, our booked Ribble link day is not looking good; could we possibly bring it forward to Thursday?
Faced with the prospect of Christmas on the Lancaster canal, I said yes. So, Myra prepared our dinner and after having eaten; we moved off as we now had one day less to get down to the link. We had two thunderstorms almost overhead as we were eating; the rain stopped whilst we did the locks and restarted as we cleared the top lock and Myra went inside.
For the next hour, it alternated between rain and deluge, with the latter coming out on top. As we reached bridge 70, there was a good piling edge; I decided to stop here as my hands were getting cold in sympathy with my feet.
We managed to get the front within two feet and the back about four feet out. Secured to the piling, I climbed inside and just for a change; the rain did not stop immediately. In fact it only stopped momentarily, all evening. We are keeping our fingers crossed, we do not want too much fresh in either the Ribble or the Douglas to scupper the new Ribble link date.
Weather – Dry morning, then thunderstorms and a lot of rain!
The 2008 trip thus far: 342 Locks; 666.5 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
This morning was spent in wandering around Glasson and looking at the view from the observation point. Then we had a bacon roll in the ‘Lantern’ cafe before moving off.
We moored again above lock4 and were taking it easy when at 3.50pm, the telephone rang. It was Leanne from BW office at Wigan. The weather forecast for Friday, our booked Ribble link day is not looking good; could we possibly bring it forward to Thursday?
Faced with the prospect of Christmas on the Lancaster canal, I said yes. So, Myra prepared our dinner and after having eaten; we moved off as we now had one day less to get down to the link. We had two thunderstorms almost overhead as we were eating; the rain stopped whilst we did the locks and restarted as we cleared the top lock and Myra went inside.
For the next hour, it alternated between rain and deluge, with the latter coming out on top. As we reached bridge 70, there was a good piling edge; I decided to stop here as my hands were getting cold in sympathy with my feet.
We managed to get the front within two feet and the back about four feet out. Secured to the piling, I climbed inside and just for a change; the rain did not stop immediately. In fact it only stopped momentarily, all evening. We are keeping our fingers crossed, we do not want too much fresh in either the Ribble or the Douglas to scupper the new Ribble link date.
Weather – Dry morning, then thunderstorms and a lot of rain!
Monday, 1 September 2008
Glasson dock and basin
MONDAY. Glasson Basin
The 2008 trip thus far: 336 Locks; 658.5 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
We were awake at 7am, bathed in bright sunshine. Plan A was to have breakfast and move off before the rain arrived. Our breakfast had not been completed when the first spots fell and plan B was suggested and accepted. We delayed our start until 8.45am when the first band of showers had stopped. A rainbow appeared; whilst operating the locks, I examined the spot where the rainbow ended. The only crock there was me!
We found all the locks were full with the top paddles up. It later transpired that the BW man that I saw riding his bike down the flight had seen us moored up facing Glasson; he thought that we would be using them and he set them for us. What a pleasure to have been helped in this way, and to meet and thank him at Glasson basin. He told us of the views to be had from the top of the hill just out of Glasson.
We had a very good midday 'All day breakfast' in the ‘Lantern O’er the Lune’ cafe and then suitably strengthened, we marched right up to the top of the hill. There, we found a small view point complete with view indicators. We could see from Whernside, around to the lakeland tops of which only Great Gable was clear of mist. That was 32 miles away, we could clearly see Blackpool tower which was a mere 15 miles, Barrow at 14 miles and Walney Island at 13 miles.
Through binoculars, we could see the ferry Riverdance stranded since February on the beach at Anchorsholme, near Cleveleys. The Dutch salvage team are now in the process of cutting it up after all attempts to refloat had been unsuccessful.
We walked back along the other road, calling in at the Glasson Smoke House where we bought some smoked Marlin slices (taste - a little like smoked salmon but a bit stronger flavour) and some smoked Mackerel. Food is important to us!
Before our walk I had been photographing ‘Silver River’, a coaster leaving for the Isle of Man and other boats moving around in the dock area. The swing bridge was closed to road traffic as we returned to the dock area owing to the passage of two boats into Glasson Basin. Watching the lockies and the boats, we chatted to George; the owner of the ex-CalMac landing craft type ferry ‘Spanish J’ in the dock. He sailed her down from Mallaig, stopping at Kipford on the way.
He spent £2500 on diesel for that trip!
He had not looked at a narrowboat; we offered to show him ours and he took us to see his boat!
He has modified it by installing a Hiab hoist on the deck for working with Cockle and Mussel fishermen. Down below he showed me the two Kelvin 300HP diesels that he had rebuilt without the turbochargers. He is waiting to fit a new pair of starters which should be arriving anyday now.
We wandered around some more and found a lovely view across the Lune estuary toward the high hills; we are glad that we made the effort to come down here, the views from our mooring are the best that we have had since arriving on the Lancaster canal. We have spoken to a lot of boat owners on the Lancaster that have never been to Glasson; we asked them all and the reply was ‘because of the locks’. What a strange bunch they are!
Weather – Showers early morning, drying up before lunchtime.
The 2008 trip thus far: 336 Locks; 658.5 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
We were awake at 7am, bathed in bright sunshine. Plan A was to have breakfast and move off before the rain arrived. Our breakfast had not been completed when the first spots fell and plan B was suggested and accepted. We delayed our start until 8.45am when the first band of showers had stopped. A rainbow appeared; whilst operating the locks, I examined the spot where the rainbow ended. The only crock there was me!
We found all the locks were full with the top paddles up. It later transpired that the BW man that I saw riding his bike down the flight had seen us moored up facing Glasson; he thought that we would be using them and he set them for us. What a pleasure to have been helped in this way, and to meet and thank him at Glasson basin. He told us of the views to be had from the top of the hill just out of Glasson.
We had a very good midday 'All day breakfast' in the ‘Lantern O’er the Lune’ cafe and then suitably strengthened, we marched right up to the top of the hill. There, we found a small view point complete with view indicators. We could see from Whernside, around to the lakeland tops of which only Great Gable was clear of mist. That was 32 miles away, we could clearly see Blackpool tower which was a mere 15 miles, Barrow at 14 miles and Walney Island at 13 miles.
Through binoculars, we could see the ferry Riverdance stranded since February on the beach at Anchorsholme, near Cleveleys. The Dutch salvage team are now in the process of cutting it up after all attempts to refloat had been unsuccessful.
We walked back along the other road, calling in at the Glasson Smoke House where we bought some smoked Marlin slices (taste - a little like smoked salmon but a bit stronger flavour) and some smoked Mackerel. Food is important to us!
Before our walk I had been photographing ‘Silver River’, a coaster leaving for the Isle of Man and other boats moving around in the dock area. The swing bridge was closed to road traffic as we returned to the dock area owing to the passage of two boats into Glasson Basin. Watching the lockies and the boats, we chatted to George; the owner of the ex-CalMac landing craft type ferry ‘Spanish J’ in the dock. He sailed her down from Mallaig, stopping at Kipford on the way.
He spent £2500 on diesel for that trip!
He had not looked at a narrowboat; we offered to show him ours and he took us to see his boat!
He has modified it by installing a Hiab hoist on the deck for working with Cockle and Mussel fishermen. Down below he showed me the two Kelvin 300HP diesels that he had rebuilt without the turbochargers. He is waiting to fit a new pair of starters which should be arriving anyday now.
We wandered around some more and found a lovely view across the Lune estuary toward the high hills; we are glad that we made the effort to come down here, the views from our mooring are the best that we have had since arriving on the Lancaster canal. We have spoken to a lot of boat owners on the Lancaster that have never been to Glasson; we asked them all and the reply was ‘because of the locks’. What a strange bunch they are!
Weather – Showers early morning, drying up before lunchtime.
Sunday, 31 August 2008
Proper canal with locks!
SUNDAY. Glasson Branch, above lock4
The 2008 trip thus far: 333 Locks; 657 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
We left the Hest Bank moorings in stealth mode at 7am, the sky was overcast with little sign of promised rain. Arriving at the Lune Aqueduct, we moored and climbed down to the river level for a good look at the John Rennie designed masterpiece. Owing to the number of trees along the bank; I decided to cross the Aqueduct and look from the other side of the river.
From the north east side, a clearer view can be obtained. I took several photographs and just stood admiring the sheer scale and features of the stonework. This Aqueduct is a truly magnificent example of engineering and craftsmanship at its best, over 200 years ago.
We carried on through Lancaster, picking up a load of cloth, plastic and a coat hanger on the blades requiring a trip down the weed hatch. The number of boat moored in the city was considerably less than on our northbound trip; but that was just before the bank holiday.
We arrived at the Glasson branch top lock to find both bottom gates had been left open. There are some really lazy people on boats nowadays; I’m all right jack, pull up the ladder and never mind anyone else. BW ask you to leave the Glasson branch locks empty, but with the gates closed.
We moored up above lock 4 in the middle of nowhere as the frequency of light showers was increasing. After we had stopped, there were a few heavy ones, but we were dry.
Two narrowboats came up at different times. The first had at least seven adults on board; when they left the lock, it was full and the top gates not closed. Later, the second one arrived with two crew – yes, they also left the lock full and the gates not closed.
We spoke to a BW man who walked up the branch and he told us that he had drained off lock 5 and shut the paddle down that had been left up. No wonder we lost the Empire.
Weather – Dry morning, the showers becoming heavy. Dried up in the evening.
The 2008 trip thus far: 333 Locks; 657 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
We left the Hest Bank moorings in stealth mode at 7am, the sky was overcast with little sign of promised rain. Arriving at the Lune Aqueduct, we moored and climbed down to the river level for a good look at the John Rennie designed masterpiece. Owing to the number of trees along the bank; I decided to cross the Aqueduct and look from the other side of the river.
From the north east side, a clearer view can be obtained. I took several photographs and just stood admiring the sheer scale and features of the stonework. This Aqueduct is a truly magnificent example of engineering and craftsmanship at its best, over 200 years ago.
We carried on through Lancaster, picking up a load of cloth, plastic and a coat hanger on the blades requiring a trip down the weed hatch. The number of boat moored in the city was considerably less than on our northbound trip; but that was just before the bank holiday.
We arrived at the Glasson branch top lock to find both bottom gates had been left open. There are some really lazy people on boats nowadays; I’m all right jack, pull up the ladder and never mind anyone else. BW ask you to leave the Glasson branch locks empty, but with the gates closed.
We moored up above lock 4 in the middle of nowhere as the frequency of light showers was increasing. After we had stopped, there were a few heavy ones, but we were dry.
Two narrowboats came up at different times. The first had at least seven adults on board; when they left the lock, it was full and the top gates not closed. Later, the second one arrived with two crew – yes, they also left the lock full and the gates not closed.
We spoke to a BW man who walked up the branch and he told us that he had drained off lock 5 and shut the paddle down that had been left up. No wonder we lost the Empire.
Weather – Dry morning, the showers becoming heavy. Dried up in the evening.
Let go forrard, let go aft - we are moving again!
SATURDAY. Hest Bank, Lancaster canal
The 2008 trip thus far: 330 Locks; 647.5 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
We have convinced ourselves that summer has arrived. Two days running we have a dry morning! We caught the bus to Kendal as today, to have a look around.
There are a good amount of early buildings worth a closer look. Lots of interesting alleys with almost hidden shops; on the main street, a Carnegie library (yes, that one) in red sandstone. We went inside and found a very light interior, with a high ceiling giving the impression of a larger building. It has managed to remain true to the original purpose as a library and was well used whilst we were inside.
We arrived back on board just before 1pm. I retrieved both lifebelts that had been keeping the shell off the piling, in a vain attempt to remain afloat. We were aground for all of the time here; at least we were able to the boat keep level which makes it more pleasant when moving around inside.
Tiller on, ropes and chains away – start the engine and we are boating for the first time in 9 days. We had two of them with continuous rain; we used our bus passes whenever possible on the others. Dragging along the bottom for most of the way, the only deep section was the diversion made for the M6 motorway in 1968. We arrived at Carnforth where we had a shower, filled up with water and emptied the PortaPotti.
We carried on until Hest Bank where we moored and walked down to the foreshore. There were sunrays across Morecambe bay at various times, producing a good visual effect as we just sat and looked across towards Grange over Sands. A visit to the Chinese chippy on our way back set us up for the evening.
Tomorrow, weather permitting, we will stop at the Lune Aqueduct and have a look from river level.
Weather – Overcast, dry and sunny for a few minutes.
The 2008 trip thus far: 330 Locks; 647.5 Miles; 66 Swing\Lift Bridges. Bus pass journeys 35
We have convinced ourselves that summer has arrived. Two days running we have a dry morning! We caught the bus to Kendal as today, to have a look around.
There are a good amount of early buildings worth a closer look. Lots of interesting alleys with almost hidden shops; on the main street, a Carnegie library (yes, that one) in red sandstone. We went inside and found a very light interior, with a high ceiling giving the impression of a larger building. It has managed to remain true to the original purpose as a library and was well used whilst we were inside.
We arrived back on board just before 1pm. I retrieved both lifebelts that had been keeping the shell off the piling, in a vain attempt to remain afloat. We were aground for all of the time here; at least we were able to the boat keep level which makes it more pleasant when moving around inside.
Tiller on, ropes and chains away – start the engine and we are boating for the first time in 9 days. We had two of them with continuous rain; we used our bus passes whenever possible on the others. Dragging along the bottom for most of the way, the only deep section was the diversion made for the M6 motorway in 1968. We arrived at Carnforth where we had a shower, filled up with water and emptied the PortaPotti.
We carried on until Hest Bank where we moored and walked down to the foreshore. There were sunrays across Morecambe bay at various times, producing a good visual effect as we just sat and looked across towards Grange over Sands. A visit to the Chinese chippy on our way back set us up for the evening.
Tomorrow, weather permitting, we will stop at the Lune Aqueduct and have a look from river level.
Weather – Overcast, dry and sunny for a few minutes.
Saturday, 30 August 2008
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