Weedon To Hillmorton
OK, so, you should have the latest blog to read, which I posted earlier this morning, now, on to the next phase.
It’s still Saturday 18th April, and we’re still at Weedon. We had thought to spend an hour or so trundling up to Whilton Marina at the bottom of Buckbey Locks but, as the head wind is pretty fierce and chilly with it, I think we’ll probably stay here for the weekend.
I have to confess, I am not the mildest mannered person in the world. Sometimes, especially when we’re mooring up in less than pleasant conditions, such as mud and rain, I do tend to lose my rag a bit. Impatience, most folks would call it. Yesterday was no exception because, when we arrived here we had some difficulty aligning the boat and, to make matters worse, I had problems attaching the hook for the stern line. Eventually I managed it, as you do, but it put me in a foul mood for a while. It also had the effect, as my moods can do, of causing my dear Wifey to go a little quiet, and who can blame her. Thank goodness she’s such an understanding person otherwise I’m sure she would have divorced me many years ago. As it is we have, for the most part, now enjoyed almost 29 years of marriage, and that day is fast approaching. Make a note in your diaries folks, but don’t tell her I told you, for 28th June, which is also her birthday.
Cheers for now, tomorrow’s another day and there’s a pretty good pub just around the corner!
Wednesday 22nd April 2009
Well now folks, life seems to be full of problems. Most of them are pretty minor, thank goodness but, from time to time a problem crops up that simply will not be cured.
Today, I attempted to send you all a message, but, for some reason best known to itself, Outlook would not comply. So, I checked my settings and, as I suspected, they were all as they should be. However, just to be on the safe side, I accessed my Shiralee account via IE and checked out just how Outlook and Outlook Express should be set up. Having followed the instructions, I still found my settings to be OK. So, now what? I know, thought I, I’ll email the company concerned who are, for your information, absolute-email.net and sent them a query, an answer to which I am still awaiting.
Meanwhile here we are at Norton Junction, where we arrived yesterday morning. The weather is absolutely glorious and long may it continue. Sometime today, around about 12.30 pm we’ll be popping across to the local watering hole for a lunchtime snack. In this lovely weather it really would be rude not to.
Hopefully, before the day is out, I’ll receive advice about my problems with Outlook/Outlook Express. It may be that I’ll have to re-install Internet Explorer 8 from Microsoft’s website. Up until Monday Outlook was performing correctly, but today it simply will not work at all.
Ah well, all for today.
Friday 24th April 2009
Yesterday – St. Geaorge’s Day – started bright and sunny and, since we’d outstayed our 48 hour welcome at Norton Junction, we set out at 7 am for Braunston Tunnel and the six locks going down to Braunston. Obviously we’re not the only travellers to start early in order to avoid coming face to face with another boat coming through the tunnel, because, as we arrived at the entrance, two more boats were just exiting it. Now, that’s what we call good timing. In the event we were moored up at Braunston by 9.15, which ain’t bad going, even if we do say so ourselves.
Anyway, once we’d had a cuppa and Wifey had done some shopping, we simply chilled out for the rest of the day. I had thought to try and get on line and have another bash at rectifying the fault with Outlook and Outlook Express but, even with two local, unsecured networks in the nearby marinas, the signal was too weak. I also tried the Modem, but could get no signal at all. Looking back in last year’s diary I discovered that Braunston is a dead spot as far as my Modem is concerned.
So, here we are and it’s already 2.30 in the afternoon and I’ve completed a long awaited spot of work on Shiralee, namely the installation of four new side fenders. Yesterday we called into the local chandlery in search of the heavy duty fenders that swivel. They are quite long, between a foot and 18 inches, have a length of rope running through the middle. Each end of the fender has a central bearing of some sort, that allows it to swivel, thus preventing it from becoming jammed up against such things as lock gates.
We also bought some brass attachments with an eye in for the rope to pass through. These have been riveted, by yours truly, to the handrail and the ropes have been attached and lashed together with strong twine and a few well placed cable ties. They are now permanently fixed to the boat, which should go some way to preventing the nay further damage being caused by reckless boaters. Nuff said!
Wifey of course, has spent some time making bread, which she has now become very efficient at and, in between times, has been fetching and carrying tools and such for me. Thank goodness for wives is all I can say.
I have now finished the 4th book in a series of seven, by James Patterson, which are called “Womens Murder Club”. If you enjoy crime drama you’ll enjoy these. Of course we’re a little prejudiced since we both love his books and have read, or have in our possession, almost all of them.
Tomorrow, although it does go against the grain somewhat, we’re on the move again, this time to Hillmorton. Against the grain because it’s Saturday and we’d promised ourselves we’d avoid weekend cruising. However, by morning we would have been here for the maximum 48 hours, so we really have no choice. Even so, we need to get to Hillmorton because it has a pub near to the towpath, and my Sunday lunchtime drinky poohs is calling.
With a bit of luck I’ll be able to go online tomorrow and post this blog but, if not, well, there’s always another day.
All for now. Enjoy your weekend.
Saturday 25th April 2009
What a day! Left Braunston at about 7.45 this morning with the intention of stopping for the weekend at Hillmorton. We’d no sooner filled up with water than the heavens opened up. But, since we’d already used up our 48 hours, there was nothing for it but to continue. A couple of times we were tempted to pull in but, sorry to say, my determination to enjoy a Sunday lunchtime tipple or three got the better of my good judgement.
As it happened, I couldn’t remember, for the life of me, what the moorings were like, having passed through there last year. Braving the rain was not, as we were to discover, not a good idea. Right next door to the pub, which stands by a bridge, is a marina, which is not the worst of it. Just past the bridge is a housing estate, and one can never be certain about security when moored up near such a place. Besides which that stretch of water is between the houses and trees, so I couldn’t guarantee getting online either. So, we continued on to a short distance from the first of three locks, and it’s not a bad spot either. T.V. is O.K. and, with all the Rugby aerials just across the canal from us, I’ll be most disappointed if I don’t get online to post this blog.
As you will no doubt recall, we spent our first winter on Shiralee at Kecksy’s Farm in Sawbridgeworth. In fact it was after being welcomed aboard Bill and Babs’s boat in 2005 that we finally sold up and bought Shiralee in September 2006. So, you can imagine our surprise when, just as I was making lunch, along they came in their boat Kaydee. Naturally they stopped for a chat and we caught up with all the gossip, including the fact that they had a couple of suicides a while ago. Apparently one was a fellow named Dean, who was the son of Marlene, the owner of Kecksy’s, whilst the other was another Dean, who owned a small cruiser. Strangely enough, the second Dean had just been allocated a boat space at the Moorhen Marina, so they’re at a bit of a loss as to why he took his own life. Both suicides were as a result of throwing themselves off the bridge and under trains.
Anyway, that’s the bad news, the good news is, that Bill and Babs are heading for the Lancaster Canal and the Ribble Link. We had given some thought to doing that run ourselves this year, but decided on the Llangollen instead. Also, since we have all but decided to do the Kennet and Avon next year, the Ribble Link will have to wait until 2011.
We’re not sure if we’re going to stay here tomorrow as well and, it being a Sunday, regardless of whether there’s a pub to go to, we’re not keen on travelling at weekends. We only did so today because we had to, otherwise we’d have stayed at Braunston.
So, there you have it for this blog, hopefully.
All abreast for now.
Dave, Sheila and Rusty.
Saturday, 25 April 2009
Friday, 17 April 2009
Cosgrove to Weedon
It’s almost seven pm on Easter Monday, the sun is out, which is kinda typical for the end of a holiday weekend, but all’s well anyway. Well, we think so.
Tomorrow, all being well with the weather, we’ll be off to Yardley Gobion, where we’ll be able to moor up on the same side, which means I’ll be able to add another coat of paint to the stern deck. If not, well, we have plenty of time to get it done. No hurry, no worry, we’re retired!
Tuesday 14th April 2009
Today is absolutely beautiful and sunny, such a shame you people of the chattering classes have to be at work today. However, the glorious weather has allowed me to get on with the painting of the stern deck, and I’ve added another coat to the patch.
Today then, having left Cosgrove at 8.15 and topped up with water, we lazily cruised the three miles to Yardley Wharf and my dear Wifey took the long, uphill walk to the village shop for necessary victuals. Now, here I am, filling in today’s blog before I tackle some more of my recipe book. What recipe book, I hear you ask?
Well now, some time ago I happened across several sites, all full of recipes and from just about every country in the world. You’d be amazed at what’s out there, and it’s all free of charge. Unfortunately, since this is an open blog and everyone and his brother can access it, it would be unwise for me to go into detail. Suffice to say that, when it’s complete, all family and friends will receive a free copy. The rest of the world will have to pay, probably via eBay, Amazon and/or Clickbank and a small website.
Having thus brought you all up to date, I will now endeavour to add more to the book.
Cheers for now.
Wednesday 15th April 2009
After a really bad night of stormy weather it calmed down enough for us to move on to Stoke Bruerne. Luckily enough for us, just as we were about to close the gates, another boat came along. It’s so much easier with two boats passing through locks together to share the work.
This boat was being driven by a couple of middle aged Scotsmen who hailed from Edingburgh, but whose boat is kept moored up at Rickmansworth during the winter months. Their trip is going to take them along the Leeds and Liverpool Canal which, as you all know, is one of those that we did last year. We’ve heard conflicting stories about the Kennett and Avon, which is part river and part canal, and have been somewhat put off cruising it. But these to fellas did it a couple of years ago and quite enjoyed the experience. Some of the locks can be a bit difficult to operate – nothing new there then! – but the scenery is brilliant. Of course, if you are unfortunate enough; as they were, to fall foul of torrential rain, which left them stranded for about a month; it can throw a spanner in the works. Aside from that problem, which we’re now old hands at, we might just give it a go next year.
Anyway, here we are at Stoke Bruerne, on 24 hour moorings, with the weather a bit chilly but dry. Tomorrow, if we are unfortunate enough to be rained on, to hell with the rules, we’ll stay another day. However, we really want to be at Wheedon for the weekend, so we really do need to get a move on, preferably to Nether Heyford, which is about eight miles away and, with just the two locks remaining of the Stoke Bruerne flight left to do, and the Blisworth Tunnel, we should make it tomorrow.
Thursday 16th April 2009
With Blisworth Tunnel to get through, and the final two locks at Stoke Bruerne, we thought it best to leave early. Thus it was that I stood well away from our bed when waking Wifey at 6am. There’s no telling just how a person will react when awoken from sweet dreams. Not that we hadn’t agreed to go early, but that was last night and her, usually, calm and benevolent mood could have changes, especially as we didn’t retire until 11 pm last night.
Anyway, we managed to get away by 7 am, which is a first for us, and were through the two remaining locks and 1 ¾ mile tunnel by 8 am. At that time of morning any remaining holiday makers would, most probably, be sitting down to breakfast. We had a total of eight miles to go to Nether Heyford, where the village has a very good butchers shop, a mini-market and a hairdressers, all of which Wifey intended to make good use of.
We arrived there at about 10.15 and pulled in to the boatyard for diesel and a pump out, just in time for the owner to be found unloading a lorry. While we were waiting another boat pulled in behind us and we got chatting. As you know, we’re planning on doing the Llangollen Canal this year but, since we have 26 inches of draught under this boat, we’ve been advised not to go any further than Trevor. However, the couple we were chatting to actually did that canal last year and managed it all, despite having a draught of 27 inches. I’ll have to have a measure up sometime, just to check how deep a draught we do have.
Yo may remember us doing the Huddersfield Narrow last year? Well, when we arrived at Standedge Tunnel, full measurements were taken of the Shiralee and, to our surprise, we were told our draught was only 22 inches. So, we are now totally confused!!
It’s now half past one and Wifey came back from the village over an hour ago, during which time it’s been chucking it down most fierce. She tells me it only took er 10 minutes to walk back from there and she has to go back to have her hair done by two. Would you believe, with just 20 minutes to go before she has to leave, the rain has stopped. She must have a touc of the Irish in her methinks!
All for today, more tomorrow from Wheedon, where we plan to spend the weekend, and where I’ll try to post this blog.
Oops! I spoke too soon. Wifey has just left for the village and it’s persisting again!
Friday 17th April2009
Oh what a beautiful morning! Rain most of the night and rain again this morning. But, we really don’t care, we’re moving on to Weedon regardless.
Believe it or not, the minute we decided to go, the rain stopped and it stayed dry all the way. Fortunately, no locks or tunnels to worry about, only a water top-up just before our planned moorings. On arrival at about 9.30, the usual cuppa then Wifey trotted off for a bit of shopping.
Weedon consists of two parts called, I think, Upper and Lower. Upper Weedon is where we are and consists of two pubs and a Premier Travel Inn, which is where we once stopped when we took a course in diesel engine maintenance. The pub we’ll use on Sunday, assuming we stay for the weekend, is just a short way from the bridge. There are no real shops in Upper Weedon, except for antiques and such, but no supermarket or village shop.
Lower Wheedon on the other hand has a small grocery, a post office, a chemist and a café and, I have to say, but only from memory, it’s quite a quaint little village.
I’m still not sure if I want to stop for the weekend though, not even for a drink on Sunday. We might just go on to Wilton Marina in the morning, and stay there until Monday, when we can negotiate the Buckbey flight of seven locks, which takes us to Norton Junction with the Leicester Arm of the GUC. However, rather than moor up there for the night, we’ll probably go on to jst before Braunston Tunnel and make an early start through on Tuesday morning, then moor up overnight at Braunston, which boasts a village shop and butchers along with a couple of marinas and chandleries.
And that, as they say, is enough for today.
Saturday 18th April 2009 6.10 am
Did I tell you, we’re moored up opposite a farm? Well, we are and, as you may or may not know, farm folks like to start moving and shaking quite early in the morning, which is why, having been blasted out of a pleasant dream at 05.30; not to mention busting for a pee; I arose from my slumbers at 06.00 and is why I’m sitting here typing.
Anyway, this missive is now four pages long, it’s Saturday and I’m already online. What better time to post this blog than right now.
But, before I do, I think I should let you all know, that I may not be able to do so for much longer, as much as that hurts me to say so. You see, despite having spent several hours re-formatting this laptop sometime before we left Bulbourne, I’m still experiencing trouble with the pesky thing. And the main thing is with the USB ports, which is where, as many of you will be only too aware, the mouse, my external hard drive, my external CD/DVD player, and, most importantly, our 3G USB Modem is fitted.
Whether or not it’s the USB ports themselves are at fault, or the software that controls them are at fault, I simply do not know, but I may have to re-format again. The trouble is, I’ll have to do another backup of essential files but, since the problem is causing my external hard drive to close down intermittently, I’m not even sure I’ll be able to do even that.
Whatever the case, I’ll keep you informed by text or email. What worries me is that, if I do go for a re-format, I could make things even worse than they are. Of course, I may have a nasty virus in the works – even Norton is not infallible – in which case a re-format might just cure the problem.
Cheers for now
Dave, Sheila and Rusty
It’s almost seven pm on Easter Monday, the sun is out, which is kinda typical for the end of a holiday weekend, but all’s well anyway. Well, we think so.
Tomorrow, all being well with the weather, we’ll be off to Yardley Gobion, where we’ll be able to moor up on the same side, which means I’ll be able to add another coat of paint to the stern deck. If not, well, we have plenty of time to get it done. No hurry, no worry, we’re retired!
Tuesday 14th April 2009
Today is absolutely beautiful and sunny, such a shame you people of the chattering classes have to be at work today. However, the glorious weather has allowed me to get on with the painting of the stern deck, and I’ve added another coat to the patch.
Today then, having left Cosgrove at 8.15 and topped up with water, we lazily cruised the three miles to Yardley Wharf and my dear Wifey took the long, uphill walk to the village shop for necessary victuals. Now, here I am, filling in today’s blog before I tackle some more of my recipe book. What recipe book, I hear you ask?
Well now, some time ago I happened across several sites, all full of recipes and from just about every country in the world. You’d be amazed at what’s out there, and it’s all free of charge. Unfortunately, since this is an open blog and everyone and his brother can access it, it would be unwise for me to go into detail. Suffice to say that, when it’s complete, all family and friends will receive a free copy. The rest of the world will have to pay, probably via eBay, Amazon and/or Clickbank and a small website.
Having thus brought you all up to date, I will now endeavour to add more to the book.
Cheers for now.
Wednesday 15th April 2009
After a really bad night of stormy weather it calmed down enough for us to move on to Stoke Bruerne. Luckily enough for us, just as we were about to close the gates, another boat came along. It’s so much easier with two boats passing through locks together to share the work.
This boat was being driven by a couple of middle aged Scotsmen who hailed from Edingburgh, but whose boat is kept moored up at Rickmansworth during the winter months. Their trip is going to take them along the Leeds and Liverpool Canal which, as you all know, is one of those that we did last year. We’ve heard conflicting stories about the Kennett and Avon, which is part river and part canal, and have been somewhat put off cruising it. But these to fellas did it a couple of years ago and quite enjoyed the experience. Some of the locks can be a bit difficult to operate – nothing new there then! – but the scenery is brilliant. Of course, if you are unfortunate enough; as they were, to fall foul of torrential rain, which left them stranded for about a month; it can throw a spanner in the works. Aside from that problem, which we’re now old hands at, we might just give it a go next year.
Anyway, here we are at Stoke Bruerne, on 24 hour moorings, with the weather a bit chilly but dry. Tomorrow, if we are unfortunate enough to be rained on, to hell with the rules, we’ll stay another day. However, we really want to be at Wheedon for the weekend, so we really do need to get a move on, preferably to Nether Heyford, which is about eight miles away and, with just the two locks remaining of the Stoke Bruerne flight left to do, and the Blisworth Tunnel, we should make it tomorrow.
Thursday 16th April 2009
With Blisworth Tunnel to get through, and the final two locks at Stoke Bruerne, we thought it best to leave early. Thus it was that I stood well away from our bed when waking Wifey at 6am. There’s no telling just how a person will react when awoken from sweet dreams. Not that we hadn’t agreed to go early, but that was last night and her, usually, calm and benevolent mood could have changes, especially as we didn’t retire until 11 pm last night.
Anyway, we managed to get away by 7 am, which is a first for us, and were through the two remaining locks and 1 ¾ mile tunnel by 8 am. At that time of morning any remaining holiday makers would, most probably, be sitting down to breakfast. We had a total of eight miles to go to Nether Heyford, where the village has a very good butchers shop, a mini-market and a hairdressers, all of which Wifey intended to make good use of.
We arrived there at about 10.15 and pulled in to the boatyard for diesel and a pump out, just in time for the owner to be found unloading a lorry. While we were waiting another boat pulled in behind us and we got chatting. As you know, we’re planning on doing the Llangollen Canal this year but, since we have 26 inches of draught under this boat, we’ve been advised not to go any further than Trevor. However, the couple we were chatting to actually did that canal last year and managed it all, despite having a draught of 27 inches. I’ll have to have a measure up sometime, just to check how deep a draught we do have.
Yo may remember us doing the Huddersfield Narrow last year? Well, when we arrived at Standedge Tunnel, full measurements were taken of the Shiralee and, to our surprise, we were told our draught was only 22 inches. So, we are now totally confused!!
It’s now half past one and Wifey came back from the village over an hour ago, during which time it’s been chucking it down most fierce. She tells me it only took er 10 minutes to walk back from there and she has to go back to have her hair done by two. Would you believe, with just 20 minutes to go before she has to leave, the rain has stopped. She must have a touc of the Irish in her methinks!
All for today, more tomorrow from Wheedon, where we plan to spend the weekend, and where I’ll try to post this blog.
Oops! I spoke too soon. Wifey has just left for the village and it’s persisting again!
Friday 17th April2009
Oh what a beautiful morning! Rain most of the night and rain again this morning. But, we really don’t care, we’re moving on to Weedon regardless.
Believe it or not, the minute we decided to go, the rain stopped and it stayed dry all the way. Fortunately, no locks or tunnels to worry about, only a water top-up just before our planned moorings. On arrival at about 9.30, the usual cuppa then Wifey trotted off for a bit of shopping.
Weedon consists of two parts called, I think, Upper and Lower. Upper Weedon is where we are and consists of two pubs and a Premier Travel Inn, which is where we once stopped when we took a course in diesel engine maintenance. The pub we’ll use on Sunday, assuming we stay for the weekend, is just a short way from the bridge. There are no real shops in Upper Weedon, except for antiques and such, but no supermarket or village shop.
Lower Wheedon on the other hand has a small grocery, a post office, a chemist and a café and, I have to say, but only from memory, it’s quite a quaint little village.
I’m still not sure if I want to stop for the weekend though, not even for a drink on Sunday. We might just go on to Wilton Marina in the morning, and stay there until Monday, when we can negotiate the Buckbey flight of seven locks, which takes us to Norton Junction with the Leicester Arm of the GUC. However, rather than moor up there for the night, we’ll probably go on to jst before Braunston Tunnel and make an early start through on Tuesday morning, then moor up overnight at Braunston, which boasts a village shop and butchers along with a couple of marinas and chandleries.
And that, as they say, is enough for today.
Saturday 18th April 2009 6.10 am
Did I tell you, we’re moored up opposite a farm? Well, we are and, as you may or may not know, farm folks like to start moving and shaking quite early in the morning, which is why, having been blasted out of a pleasant dream at 05.30; not to mention busting for a pee; I arose from my slumbers at 06.00 and is why I’m sitting here typing.
Anyway, this missive is now four pages long, it’s Saturday and I’m already online. What better time to post this blog than right now.
But, before I do, I think I should let you all know, that I may not be able to do so for much longer, as much as that hurts me to say so. You see, despite having spent several hours re-formatting this laptop sometime before we left Bulbourne, I’m still experiencing trouble with the pesky thing. And the main thing is with the USB ports, which is where, as many of you will be only too aware, the mouse, my external hard drive, my external CD/DVD player, and, most importantly, our 3G USB Modem is fitted.
Whether or not it’s the USB ports themselves are at fault, or the software that controls them are at fault, I simply do not know, but I may have to re-format again. The trouble is, I’ll have to do another backup of essential files but, since the problem is causing my external hard drive to close down intermittently, I’m not even sure I’ll be able to do even that.
Whatever the case, I’ll keep you informed by text or email. What worries me is that, if I do go for a re-format, I could make things even worse than they are. Of course, I may have a nasty virus in the works – even Norton is not infallible – in which case a re-format might just cure the problem.
Cheers for now
Dave, Sheila and Rusty
Monday, 13 April 2009
Wednesday 8th April 2009
Grove Lock to Cosgrove
What a beautiful morning to wake up to, being bright and sunny with a following wind. And, to make life even easier, along comes another boat to go through the lock with. Our days do not start better than this.
The plan for today is to get as far as Stoke Hammond, which is only five miles away and only five locks. On the way we’re stopping off at Leighton Buzzard for water and shopping.
It will come as no surprise to all who read this that, on such a fine day, we achieved all we set out to do. Aren’t we the clever ones?
Looking back on the trip to these moorings we managed to pass through all five locks with other boaters. The second one, at Leighton Buzzard we were only lucky in this respect because another couple left the shopping area at the same time we did.
The next three locks were 2 ½ miles further on and were all close together; virtually a staircase lock, with just a small pound between them. When we arrived we found another boater; a chap called John on a boat called The Jolly Swagman, although I’m pretty sure he, like us, had nothing to do with Australia; waiting to go through. So, as with the previous two locks, we had company.
Sheila was telling him of our plans to visit the Llangollen Canal and he suggested we make sure we avoid the school holiday period, when it gets very busy up there. He also suggested a visit to Chester, which is on the north west, wide section that leads on to Ellesmere Port. For some reason this stretch of canal is not very popular. But, as far as john is concerned, it’s very quiet there and the city is well worth a visit. So, with a bit of luck where the weather is concerned, we appear to have an addition to our schedule.
Now, as you all know, last Saturday was my 67th birthday and, on that day, I opened a card from a very nice lady who works with my brother at the Campus in Old Harlow. The card is so representative of me and my laptop, I decided to frame it and attach it to a wall inside the boat. For your delectation and delight I include it in this blog. The other two pictures are prints of works by a Devonshire artist by the name of Michael Cooper, whose studio we visited some years ago whilst on holiday.
Unfortunately, due to the veeerry! slow speed of this wretched USB Modem, I'm unable to upload the picture.
However, perhaps you can get the drift when I tell you that the card has two pictures of cartoon dogs discussing a computer.
The first caption reads as follows: From Daves buddy
“Dave, if you want your computer to work properly, you’ve got to punch in the right information – try again!”
The next one reads: Daves reply
“Work, you heap of scrap, Work!”
If you could see me when our laptop plays up, you would appreciate the humour of the card. Glo, sorry I can't show you where iy's situated, but I'll send a copy to Alan for you.
Tomorrow we’re off to Fenny Stratford, which is just three miles and two locks away. Easy Peasy, but only if we don’t have such a strong wind.
Thursday 9th April
After quite a lot of rain overnight I had my doubts as to whether we would be going on to Fenny Stratford. However, although the day started with loads of heavy and threatening cloud cover and a little fine drizzle, we decided to go for it. With only two locks to operate, one a short way ahead and the other at Fenny Stratford itself, we didn’t feel it necessary, even if it had rained heavily, to stay at Stoke Hammond another night.
We set out at about half past eight because, just as we were getting ready to go, another boat passed us heading for the lock, and we wouldn’t have had time to catch it up and go through the lock together. The trip only took us an hour and a half, plus a stop for water just before the shallow lock at Fenny, and went without so much as a spot of rain to dampen our enjoyment.
After the, by now, obligatory cuppa, we set off for the town to get the daily paper and some coaxial cable for the aerial. Unfortunately, now that we’ve mounted the aerial at the front of the boat, when we cruise it lies on top of the cratch cover. This means it is a little higher than before and is now subjected to low flying tree branches. We very nearly had it swept off the cratch, along with Wifey’s watering can, which toppled over but stayed resting on the roof. So, a new, six metre length of cable was needed so that we could lay the aerial on the roof, rather than the cratch.
We also needed some epoxy resin with which to level off the metal where paint has been lost, sometimes due to my own carelessness, at other times due to the carelessness of other boaters, as mentioned on Monday. The stern deck has certainly suffered in this respect, but that’s because we had a rubber mat supporting our plank whilst moored at Bulbourne for five months. The rain water that collects under the mat over a period of time causes the paint to bubble up and peel. We’re hoping that, whilst we’re at Giffard Park this weekend, the weather will be kind to us and I can remedy the problem.
Anyway, although the walk was most uncomfortable for me because of my dodgy knees, it was certainly worth it. Mind you, I was never so happy to see the boat again and enjoyed a welcome cuppa when we got back. We must get through gallons of the stuff, but where would we be without it?
Since arriving here and getting back from the shops, we’ve had a fair amount of rain, and it’s still a pretty miserable day. Several holiday boats have passed us on their way back to their hire company at Leighton Buzzard, which is why we like to get moored up pretty early in the day. It’s also one of the reasons we’d rather not cruise at weekends. Holiday boats usually have to return to their home yard by 10 am on Saturdays, and the new hirers can’t leave the yard until about two pm in the afternoon.
Over the past couple of years we’ve learnt to ignore the idiots who race past like the hounds of hell are after them. It was pointed out to us once, when we complained to someone doing just that, if you moor the boat correctly you won’t be disturbed by the wash from fast boats. So, we no longer bother moaning at them.
Good Friday 10th April
Hi and welcome to the usual wet and soggy Easter weekend. Once again my hopes of carrying out essential work on the boat have been dashed, at least for today they have. However, looking on the bright side, as Wifey reminded me, I’ve got almost seven months in which to get it done. Unfortunately all the work that needs to be done is outside and it’s all paintwork.
Now, as you all know, for the past two winters we’ve moored up at Bulbourne, and at no little cost. British Waterways have profited from us to the tune of almost £1500 in that time, but no more. We refuse to part with another penny for winter moorings unless, and until they clean up their act.
During the winter of 07/08 we had a Mooring Warden at Bulbourne who goes by the name of Tina, and a very nice lady she is too. Her job was to ensure that all those boats moored along her stretch of the canal had current licences and, in addition, that they didn’t outstay the allotted 14 days mooring period. These two tasks she managed quite well. But, during the winter of 08/09, we had no warden and we lost count of the amount of boats not displaying a valid licence, and we also lost count of the amount of boats overstaying their time, sometimes by as much as a couple of months.
So, when we get back to Bulbourne – oh yes, we’re still planning to moor up there this winter – we ain’t paying a penny! Instead I’m hoping to buy an electrically assisted push-bike. The car will continue to be parked at the pub, whilst we will continuously cruise between Bulbourne and Cowroast for the duration. The, when we need the car, I’ll jump on my pedally and cycle down the towpath to collect the car, stash the bike in the back, drive back to meet Sheila, and do whatever it is we need the car for. In so doing we will save around £600, not just this year, but for all the following years that we can continue to live on the Shiralee.
Now, having woken up to a cloudy looking day, with just a hint of light drizzle, we set off for Giffard Park at eight o/clock. The distance being only six miles, we expected, and achieved a time of a little over two hours cruising. About half a mile before we stopped for the weekend, there’s a private marina. As we cruised by we were asked if any other boats were following us, to which we truthfully replied that there were two. When I asked why they wanted to know, we were told that they were about to leave the marina in a convoy of 11 boats, all heading for Stoke Bruerne.
Some of those boats passed us as we were topping up our water tank prior to mooring just a short way past the water point. Our boat, the Shiralee, is capable of about two mph on tickover, which is the advisory speed when passing other moored boats. It’s only common courtesy to slow down at such times, as there’s nothing worse than being bounced around in your boat by a passing boy racer. You can imagine our surprise then, when, just after leaving the water point, and barely up to tickover speed, some moron leaned out of his side hatch and asked where I was going in such a hurry. I leave you to imaging my reply!!
Anyway, we’ve been her since just after 10 o/clock this morning, and it has barely stopped raining, so it looks like being a pretty damp weekend. So, what’s new then? It’s bank holiday after all.
Well, just to give you something to do today, I’m going to try and post this blog.
Well, even though we were online, and we still are, and even though I can access the blog and Yahoo and my emails, I simply cannot upload the picture about the birthday card. I’ll try again tomorrow
Saturday 11th April2009
Today has been pretty miserable weather wise, so there’s really not much to report. We’re still at Giffard Park, so there’s little point trying to post the blog from here since I was unable to do so yesterday. By default today has been simply a rest and relax day, I haven’t even bothered to do any work on the boat. That, along with posting this blog will, we hope, be axhieven when we get to Cosgrove on Monday.
Sunday 12th April 2009
Yet another dreary start to the day, that’s three of the four day Easter weekend up the Swanee! Happily it was dry enough to venture forth to the pub at lunchtime and the Guinness is only £2.70 a pint, a saving of 50p on Bulbourne and Harlow. It’s most strange isn’t it, the cheaper the pint, the more we enjoy it! And, it gets even cheaper the further north we go. Again though, with the weather so unsettled, no boat painting has been done today.
Easter Monday, 13th April 2009
Now, although the day dawned cloudy; what a surprise; we set off for Cosgrove at about eight o/clock and arrived at 10.30 without mishap. No locks to worry about and no problems finding a mooring spot either.
Thankfully, by about midday, the sun came out and promised to be a suitable end to a long weekend. Needless to say, once the opportunity presented itself, I got down to some serious paintwork. The area needing the most work is where we had the boarding plank resting during our five months at Bulbourne. As a result of rainwater finding its way into the tiniest crack in the paint, I had to strip back an area about nine inches square.
We had thought to level off the area with epoxy resin; much as you would on a cars bodywork, but we felt it would be too long and laborious an operation. Instead we’ve decided to rub off the rust and apply a good, thick coat of anti-rust primer, followed by a couple of thick coats of non-slip paint to the patch. We’ll have to leave it to dry for a day or two between coats, then apply two more coats to the whole of the cream coloured areas of the deck.
As you already know, we won’t be paying for moorings at Bulbourne this winter, which means we won’t need to use the plank as much. So, we intend to fit four rubber feet to the underside of the plank; after I’ve given it a few coats of paint; which should prevent the wear to the paintwork.
Round about half eight, quarter to nine this evening, I’ll apply another coat to the patch, then the rest will have to wait until we get to Blisworth and beyond, where we’ll be mooring up on the opposite side of the canal. Incidentally, this time last year, or perhaps a bit later, we did consider repainting the stern deck, then covering it with clip together deck mats, which have lots of bobbly bits underneath that allow the water to run off. But, at a fiver each per mat, which are only 12 inches square, it would have required 36 mats at a cost of £180! Far too expensive for our tastes I’m afraid.
Now, I wonder if I can post this from here at Cosgrove and add the photo I promised Glo.
Until next time, remember this when wondering why there seem to be so many lazy good for nothings out there living off the state.
“When governments do too much for the people, the people will do too little for themselves!”
Cheers for now
Dave, Sheila and Rusty
Grove Lock to Cosgrove
What a beautiful morning to wake up to, being bright and sunny with a following wind. And, to make life even easier, along comes another boat to go through the lock with. Our days do not start better than this.
The plan for today is to get as far as Stoke Hammond, which is only five miles away and only five locks. On the way we’re stopping off at Leighton Buzzard for water and shopping.
It will come as no surprise to all who read this that, on such a fine day, we achieved all we set out to do. Aren’t we the clever ones?
Looking back on the trip to these moorings we managed to pass through all five locks with other boaters. The second one, at Leighton Buzzard we were only lucky in this respect because another couple left the shopping area at the same time we did.
The next three locks were 2 ½ miles further on and were all close together; virtually a staircase lock, with just a small pound between them. When we arrived we found another boater; a chap called John on a boat called The Jolly Swagman, although I’m pretty sure he, like us, had nothing to do with Australia; waiting to go through. So, as with the previous two locks, we had company.
Sheila was telling him of our plans to visit the Llangollen Canal and he suggested we make sure we avoid the school holiday period, when it gets very busy up there. He also suggested a visit to Chester, which is on the north west, wide section that leads on to Ellesmere Port. For some reason this stretch of canal is not very popular. But, as far as john is concerned, it’s very quiet there and the city is well worth a visit. So, with a bit of luck where the weather is concerned, we appear to have an addition to our schedule.
Now, as you all know, last Saturday was my 67th birthday and, on that day, I opened a card from a very nice lady who works with my brother at the Campus in Old Harlow. The card is so representative of me and my laptop, I decided to frame it and attach it to a wall inside the boat. For your delectation and delight I include it in this blog. The other two pictures are prints of works by a Devonshire artist by the name of Michael Cooper, whose studio we visited some years ago whilst on holiday.
Unfortunately, due to the veeerry! slow speed of this wretched USB Modem, I'm unable to upload the picture.
However, perhaps you can get the drift when I tell you that the card has two pictures of cartoon dogs discussing a computer.
The first caption reads as follows: From Daves buddy
“Dave, if you want your computer to work properly, you’ve got to punch in the right information – try again!”
The next one reads: Daves reply
“Work, you heap of scrap, Work!”
If you could see me when our laptop plays up, you would appreciate the humour of the card. Glo, sorry I can't show you where iy's situated, but I'll send a copy to Alan for you.
Tomorrow we’re off to Fenny Stratford, which is just three miles and two locks away. Easy Peasy, but only if we don’t have such a strong wind.
Thursday 9th April
After quite a lot of rain overnight I had my doubts as to whether we would be going on to Fenny Stratford. However, although the day started with loads of heavy and threatening cloud cover and a little fine drizzle, we decided to go for it. With only two locks to operate, one a short way ahead and the other at Fenny Stratford itself, we didn’t feel it necessary, even if it had rained heavily, to stay at Stoke Hammond another night.
We set out at about half past eight because, just as we were getting ready to go, another boat passed us heading for the lock, and we wouldn’t have had time to catch it up and go through the lock together. The trip only took us an hour and a half, plus a stop for water just before the shallow lock at Fenny, and went without so much as a spot of rain to dampen our enjoyment.
After the, by now, obligatory cuppa, we set off for the town to get the daily paper and some coaxial cable for the aerial. Unfortunately, now that we’ve mounted the aerial at the front of the boat, when we cruise it lies on top of the cratch cover. This means it is a little higher than before and is now subjected to low flying tree branches. We very nearly had it swept off the cratch, along with Wifey’s watering can, which toppled over but stayed resting on the roof. So, a new, six metre length of cable was needed so that we could lay the aerial on the roof, rather than the cratch.
We also needed some epoxy resin with which to level off the metal where paint has been lost, sometimes due to my own carelessness, at other times due to the carelessness of other boaters, as mentioned on Monday. The stern deck has certainly suffered in this respect, but that’s because we had a rubber mat supporting our plank whilst moored at Bulbourne for five months. The rain water that collects under the mat over a period of time causes the paint to bubble up and peel. We’re hoping that, whilst we’re at Giffard Park this weekend, the weather will be kind to us and I can remedy the problem.
Anyway, although the walk was most uncomfortable for me because of my dodgy knees, it was certainly worth it. Mind you, I was never so happy to see the boat again and enjoyed a welcome cuppa when we got back. We must get through gallons of the stuff, but where would we be without it?
Since arriving here and getting back from the shops, we’ve had a fair amount of rain, and it’s still a pretty miserable day. Several holiday boats have passed us on their way back to their hire company at Leighton Buzzard, which is why we like to get moored up pretty early in the day. It’s also one of the reasons we’d rather not cruise at weekends. Holiday boats usually have to return to their home yard by 10 am on Saturdays, and the new hirers can’t leave the yard until about two pm in the afternoon.
Over the past couple of years we’ve learnt to ignore the idiots who race past like the hounds of hell are after them. It was pointed out to us once, when we complained to someone doing just that, if you moor the boat correctly you won’t be disturbed by the wash from fast boats. So, we no longer bother moaning at them.
Good Friday 10th April
Hi and welcome to the usual wet and soggy Easter weekend. Once again my hopes of carrying out essential work on the boat have been dashed, at least for today they have. However, looking on the bright side, as Wifey reminded me, I’ve got almost seven months in which to get it done. Unfortunately all the work that needs to be done is outside and it’s all paintwork.
Now, as you all know, for the past two winters we’ve moored up at Bulbourne, and at no little cost. British Waterways have profited from us to the tune of almost £1500 in that time, but no more. We refuse to part with another penny for winter moorings unless, and until they clean up their act.
During the winter of 07/08 we had a Mooring Warden at Bulbourne who goes by the name of Tina, and a very nice lady she is too. Her job was to ensure that all those boats moored along her stretch of the canal had current licences and, in addition, that they didn’t outstay the allotted 14 days mooring period. These two tasks she managed quite well. But, during the winter of 08/09, we had no warden and we lost count of the amount of boats not displaying a valid licence, and we also lost count of the amount of boats overstaying their time, sometimes by as much as a couple of months.
So, when we get back to Bulbourne – oh yes, we’re still planning to moor up there this winter – we ain’t paying a penny! Instead I’m hoping to buy an electrically assisted push-bike. The car will continue to be parked at the pub, whilst we will continuously cruise between Bulbourne and Cowroast for the duration. The, when we need the car, I’ll jump on my pedally and cycle down the towpath to collect the car, stash the bike in the back, drive back to meet Sheila, and do whatever it is we need the car for. In so doing we will save around £600, not just this year, but for all the following years that we can continue to live on the Shiralee.
Now, having woken up to a cloudy looking day, with just a hint of light drizzle, we set off for Giffard Park at eight o/clock. The distance being only six miles, we expected, and achieved a time of a little over two hours cruising. About half a mile before we stopped for the weekend, there’s a private marina. As we cruised by we were asked if any other boats were following us, to which we truthfully replied that there were two. When I asked why they wanted to know, we were told that they were about to leave the marina in a convoy of 11 boats, all heading for Stoke Bruerne.
Some of those boats passed us as we were topping up our water tank prior to mooring just a short way past the water point. Our boat, the Shiralee, is capable of about two mph on tickover, which is the advisory speed when passing other moored boats. It’s only common courtesy to slow down at such times, as there’s nothing worse than being bounced around in your boat by a passing boy racer. You can imagine our surprise then, when, just after leaving the water point, and barely up to tickover speed, some moron leaned out of his side hatch and asked where I was going in such a hurry. I leave you to imaging my reply!!
Anyway, we’ve been her since just after 10 o/clock this morning, and it has barely stopped raining, so it looks like being a pretty damp weekend. So, what’s new then? It’s bank holiday after all.
Well, just to give you something to do today, I’m going to try and post this blog.
Well, even though we were online, and we still are, and even though I can access the blog and Yahoo and my emails, I simply cannot upload the picture about the birthday card. I’ll try again tomorrow
Saturday 11th April2009
Today has been pretty miserable weather wise, so there’s really not much to report. We’re still at Giffard Park, so there’s little point trying to post the blog from here since I was unable to do so yesterday. By default today has been simply a rest and relax day, I haven’t even bothered to do any work on the boat. That, along with posting this blog will, we hope, be axhieven when we get to Cosgrove on Monday.
Sunday 12th April 2009
Yet another dreary start to the day, that’s three of the four day Easter weekend up the Swanee! Happily it was dry enough to venture forth to the pub at lunchtime and the Guinness is only £2.70 a pint, a saving of 50p on Bulbourne and Harlow. It’s most strange isn’t it, the cheaper the pint, the more we enjoy it! And, it gets even cheaper the further north we go. Again though, with the weather so unsettled, no boat painting has been done today.
Easter Monday, 13th April 2009
Now, although the day dawned cloudy; what a surprise; we set off for Cosgrove at about eight o/clock and arrived at 10.30 without mishap. No locks to worry about and no problems finding a mooring spot either.
Thankfully, by about midday, the sun came out and promised to be a suitable end to a long weekend. Needless to say, once the opportunity presented itself, I got down to some serious paintwork. The area needing the most work is where we had the boarding plank resting during our five months at Bulbourne. As a result of rainwater finding its way into the tiniest crack in the paint, I had to strip back an area about nine inches square.
We had thought to level off the area with epoxy resin; much as you would on a cars bodywork, but we felt it would be too long and laborious an operation. Instead we’ve decided to rub off the rust and apply a good, thick coat of anti-rust primer, followed by a couple of thick coats of non-slip paint to the patch. We’ll have to leave it to dry for a day or two between coats, then apply two more coats to the whole of the cream coloured areas of the deck.
As you already know, we won’t be paying for moorings at Bulbourne this winter, which means we won’t need to use the plank as much. So, we intend to fit four rubber feet to the underside of the plank; after I’ve given it a few coats of paint; which should prevent the wear to the paintwork.
Round about half eight, quarter to nine this evening, I’ll apply another coat to the patch, then the rest will have to wait until we get to Blisworth and beyond, where we’ll be mooring up on the opposite side of the canal. Incidentally, this time last year, or perhaps a bit later, we did consider repainting the stern deck, then covering it with clip together deck mats, which have lots of bobbly bits underneath that allow the water to run off. But, at a fiver each per mat, which are only 12 inches square, it would have required 36 mats at a cost of £180! Far too expensive for our tastes I’m afraid.
Now, I wonder if I can post this from here at Cosgrove and add the photo I promised Glo.
Until next time, remember this when wondering why there seem to be so many lazy good for nothings out there living off the state.
“When governments do too much for the people, the people will do too little for themselves!”
Cheers for now
Dave, Sheila and Rusty
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
Bulbourne to Grove Lock
Monday 6th April 2009
Hi Folks and welcome to the first of many blogs from the Shiralee.
At last, after five months boringly moored at Bulbourne which, for those readers not in the know, is on the Grand Union Canal just outside Tring in Hertfordshire.
Now, although we have about as much water to cover as last year, we plan on taking a much more leisurely pace about it. For a start we are vowed and determined to abstain from weekend cruising, with all its inherent dangers from holidaymakers and fishermen. These are just two sections of society that can be a real pain in the rear.
Today is our first day out and, having covered just two miles and nine locks in a little over two hours, we’ve already had a run in with boaters who don’t have a clue about how to behave towards others.
We moored up just about a half mile short of the bridge at Pitstone and were enjoying a well earned cuppa, when along came a boat full of kids. Due to a high cross wind, and the fact that the boat was being steered by an individual still very wet behind the ears and probably no more than 10 years of age, without benefit of an adult to supervise him, their boat nestled itself against the side of ours, and probably removed quite a lot of the recently applied paint. But, since I can’t walk on water, we won’t know the extent of the damage until tomorrow, when we arrive at Grove Lock.
The boat was from an organisation called Reach Out Project which, we believe, is based in Hemel Hempstead, and who hire out to youth organisations and such. On their way past us, with the two boats grinding together, Wifey chanced to look out the window, and was faced with another youngster who promptly gave her the finger.
Of course, as soon as one of the adults realised what was happening, he quickly appeared on the stern deck, by which time the damage had been done. Needless to say I immediately donned my Mr Angry hat and called their office to voice my displeasure, where I extracted a promise from the receiver of my anger, to call the hirer immediately and give them a piece of his mind. I suggested he might give them apiece of ours too, which he duly agreed to do.
So beginneth our first day of a seven month trip. It can only get better, I hope! If it carries on in this unhappy fashion, future blogs could be long-winded indeed.
You’ll be pleased to hear that we enjoyed my 67th birthday weekend. This was on Saturday 4th, as was my day of birth 67 years ago. Thinking perhaps that it may be a day of good fortune, I placed a couple of bets on the Grand National, both of which had already fallen by the wayside by the time I switched on the telly. My attempts at raising a few quid on the Friday and Saturday lotteries suffered a similar fate. It must therefore be obvious to all who read this, that I am not destined to be rich and famous. Ah well, such is life and all its praise, when you die you’ve had it, as my dear old mum used to say!
I shall, of course, as is my habit, post blogs as and when I see fit or am able to get online, whichever is the sooner.
Cheers for now
Tuesday 7th April 2009
The weather forecast for today was not very auspicious but, as it happened, it started out quite bright and calm. We therefore decided to wend our merry way towards Grove lock, in full expectation of the high winds and torrential as promised b the aforementioned forecast. Happily, although the wind had picked up by the time we arrived, we made Grove lock without incident, which is more than can be said for several other boaters heading in both directions. I am happy to relate that, being endowed with a modicum of common sense, they all avoided colliding with Shiralee when passing.
The photograph left is of Grove Lock.
In the bottom right hand corner you can see the forward locker of Shiralee.
Both the lock and the pub are called Grove Lock. This picture was taken back in 2007, and in much brighter weather and before we had the cratch cover fitted.
Whoopee! As we’re moored above the lock, and as there are vast, open fields to both sides of us, I’ve been able to get online. So, without further ado, and since we have no idea when we’ll next be able to do so, I’m going to attempt a posting.
Cheers for now.
Dave, Sheila and Rusty.
Hi Folks and welcome to the first of many blogs from the Shiralee.
At last, after five months boringly moored at Bulbourne which, for those readers not in the know, is on the Grand Union Canal just outside Tring in Hertfordshire.
Now, although we have about as much water to cover as last year, we plan on taking a much more leisurely pace about it. For a start we are vowed and determined to abstain from weekend cruising, with all its inherent dangers from holidaymakers and fishermen. These are just two sections of society that can be a real pain in the rear.
Today is our first day out and, having covered just two miles and nine locks in a little over two hours, we’ve already had a run in with boaters who don’t have a clue about how to behave towards others.
We moored up just about a half mile short of the bridge at Pitstone and were enjoying a well earned cuppa, when along came a boat full of kids. Due to a high cross wind, and the fact that the boat was being steered by an individual still very wet behind the ears and probably no more than 10 years of age, without benefit of an adult to supervise him, their boat nestled itself against the side of ours, and probably removed quite a lot of the recently applied paint. But, since I can’t walk on water, we won’t know the extent of the damage until tomorrow, when we arrive at Grove Lock.
The boat was from an organisation called Reach Out Project which, we believe, is based in Hemel Hempstead, and who hire out to youth organisations and such. On their way past us, with the two boats grinding together, Wifey chanced to look out the window, and was faced with another youngster who promptly gave her the finger.
Of course, as soon as one of the adults realised what was happening, he quickly appeared on the stern deck, by which time the damage had been done. Needless to say I immediately donned my Mr Angry hat and called their office to voice my displeasure, where I extracted a promise from the receiver of my anger, to call the hirer immediately and give them a piece of his mind. I suggested he might give them apiece of ours too, which he duly agreed to do.
So beginneth our first day of a seven month trip. It can only get better, I hope! If it carries on in this unhappy fashion, future blogs could be long-winded indeed.
You’ll be pleased to hear that we enjoyed my 67th birthday weekend. This was on Saturday 4th, as was my day of birth 67 years ago. Thinking perhaps that it may be a day of good fortune, I placed a couple of bets on the Grand National, both of which had already fallen by the wayside by the time I switched on the telly. My attempts at raising a few quid on the Friday and Saturday lotteries suffered a similar fate. It must therefore be obvious to all who read this, that I am not destined to be rich and famous. Ah well, such is life and all its praise, when you die you’ve had it, as my dear old mum used to say!
I shall, of course, as is my habit, post blogs as and when I see fit or am able to get online, whichever is the sooner.
Cheers for now
Tuesday 7th April 2009
The weather forecast for today was not very auspicious but, as it happened, it started out quite bright and calm. We therefore decided to wend our merry way towards Grove lock, in full expectation of the high winds and torrential as promised b the aforementioned forecast. Happily, although the wind had picked up by the time we arrived, we made Grove lock without incident, which is more than can be said for several other boaters heading in both directions. I am happy to relate that, being endowed with a modicum of common sense, they all avoided colliding with Shiralee when passing.
The photograph left is of Grove Lock.In the bottom right hand corner you can see the forward locker of Shiralee.
Both the lock and the pub are called Grove Lock. This picture was taken back in 2007, and in much brighter weather and before we had the cratch cover fitted.
Whoopee! As we’re moored above the lock, and as there are vast, open fields to both sides of us, I’ve been able to get online. So, without further ado, and since we have no idea when we’ll next be able to do so, I’m going to attempt a posting.
Cheers for now.
Dave, Sheila and Rusty.
Thursday, 2 April 2009
Hi folks and welcome to our first blog
Hi and a big hello to all our family and our few friends to this, our first blog with Blogspot.
First of all, before we get to the subject of our plans for 2009, we would like to invite comments from you to our blogs. Without some kind of feedback, we have no idea what you think of the info and – possible – photos we might include. So, fingers to the keyboard folks, and keep in touch.
Also, if you can come up with some – sensible – suggestions as to what to include, we’ll give them serious consideration.
Now, on to our semi-planned route for April to November 2009.
Once again we’ll be heading in a general north westerly direction. As usual, because we’re currently moored at Bulbourne, on the Grand Union Canal, we’ll head towards Pitstone, which will take us through Marsworth. Having passed through nine locks, we’ll stop for the night. After that on to Braunston and, from there to Hawkesbury Junction on the North Oxford Canal.
We’ll now be on the Coventry Canal, which will take us to Fradley Junction and the Trent and Mersey Canal and onward to Great Hayward Junction with the Staffs. and Worcs. Canal.
Onward and upward to Autherley Junction which will take us onto the beautiful Shropshire Union Canal, or “Shroppie”, as it is affectionately known. Until you cruise this canal you can have no idea just how beautiful it is, assuming the weather is fine. There aint no such thing as a beautiful stretch of water if the heavens have opened up.
The Shroppie will take us to Hurleston Junction and the Llangollen Canal in Wales, which we cruised part of back when Wifey was working for ITT, or similar, based at Carrick Fergus in Northern Ireland. From what she tells me, we spent a week cruising, followed by a few days with Aunty Bob.
We’ll go as far as we can on the Llangollen, then return to Francton Junction and cruise down the short stretch of the Montgomery Canal to Queens Head. After that we’ll get back to the Shroppie at Hurlston Junction.
Now, it’s continuing up the Shroppie to Wardle Junction, which will take us onto the Middlewich Branch of the Shroppie to Trent and Mersey Canal, where we’ll eventually arrive at the Anderton Lift.
The lift will take us down to the River Weaver, where we will either go on to Winsford and return up the lift to the T and M, or we’ll go from Winsford to Runcorn and then back to the lift.
Whatever, we’ll eventually get back on the T and M and back to the Caldon Canal, which is one we missed last year, and cruise down to Froghall and back to the T and M.
After that, we’ll return to Great Haywood and, from there, who knows? We could, time permitting, venture onto the Staffs and Worcs again and on to the River Severn, finally getting on to the River Avon. But, and it’s a big BUT, this part of our cruise is very much in the lap of the Gods and the weather.
Watch this space. There’s no telling when our next entry will be. As you all know, we are subjected to the vagaries of the ether when trying to get online.
All for now
Dave and Sheila and, of course, Rusty, our tRusty Jack Russell.
First of all, before we get to the subject of our plans for 2009, we would like to invite comments from you to our blogs. Without some kind of feedback, we have no idea what you think of the info and – possible – photos we might include. So, fingers to the keyboard folks, and keep in touch.
Also, if you can come up with some – sensible – suggestions as to what to include, we’ll give them serious consideration.
Now, on to our semi-planned route for April to November 2009.
Once again we’ll be heading in a general north westerly direction. As usual, because we’re currently moored at Bulbourne, on the Grand Union Canal, we’ll head towards Pitstone, which will take us through Marsworth. Having passed through nine locks, we’ll stop for the night. After that on to Braunston and, from there to Hawkesbury Junction on the North Oxford Canal.
We’ll now be on the Coventry Canal, which will take us to Fradley Junction and the Trent and Mersey Canal and onward to Great Hayward Junction with the Staffs. and Worcs. Canal.
Onward and upward to Autherley Junction which will take us onto the beautiful Shropshire Union Canal, or “Shroppie”, as it is affectionately known. Until you cruise this canal you can have no idea just how beautiful it is, assuming the weather is fine. There aint no such thing as a beautiful stretch of water if the heavens have opened up.
The Shroppie will take us to Hurleston Junction and the Llangollen Canal in Wales, which we cruised part of back when Wifey was working for ITT, or similar, based at Carrick Fergus in Northern Ireland. From what she tells me, we spent a week cruising, followed by a few days with Aunty Bob.
We’ll go as far as we can on the Llangollen, then return to Francton Junction and cruise down the short stretch of the Montgomery Canal to Queens Head. After that we’ll get back to the Shroppie at Hurlston Junction.
Now, it’s continuing up the Shroppie to Wardle Junction, which will take us onto the Middlewich Branch of the Shroppie to Trent and Mersey Canal, where we’ll eventually arrive at the Anderton Lift.
The lift will take us down to the River Weaver, where we will either go on to Winsford and return up the lift to the T and M, or we’ll go from Winsford to Runcorn and then back to the lift.
Whatever, we’ll eventually get back on the T and M and back to the Caldon Canal, which is one we missed last year, and cruise down to Froghall and back to the T and M.
After that, we’ll return to Great Haywood and, from there, who knows? We could, time permitting, venture onto the Staffs and Worcs again and on to the River Severn, finally getting on to the River Avon. But, and it’s a big BUT, this part of our cruise is very much in the lap of the Gods and the weather.
Watch this space. There’s no telling when our next entry will be. As you all know, we are subjected to the vagaries of the ether when trying to get online.
All for now
Dave and Sheila and, of course, Rusty, our tRusty Jack Russell.
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