After three years silence, it’s time to resurrect this blog. We did go out cruising in 2017: a two-week trip in April, from Droitwich up to Market Drayton and back, and later in the summer a rather complicated journey round to Cropredy, where we left the boat for a couple of weeks while we went off to Essex to stay with Ruth and celebrate our 40th wedding anniversary with family and friends in Ruth’s lovely garden. The complicated bit was making sure the car was where we needed it to be. Ernest had to do some interesting journeys by foot and train.
In 2018 we were busy house hunting and then moving house. We did use the boat as a useful base while we looked for a new home in Worcestershire, Herefordshire and later Gloucestershire- but all that is not very interesting to those who want to hear about narrowboat and canals. Once the house move was complete and we’d recovered our energy, we managed a week’s cruise up through Stourport to Whitwick and back. The major incident on that trip was the water pump springing a leak, so we had to turn the water off at the ‘mains’ (ie the stop cock hidden away under the front deck) and only turned it back on briefly once a day so we could wash up. We didn’t bother much with washing ourselves and discovered or remembered that it is possible to go a whole week without a shower. Useful practice for the low carbon lifestyle that will be essential for all of us if we are to stand any chance of avoiding catastrophic climate disruption.
And so to 2019 – we got away in March for a short spring trip up the Tardebigge flight and round to the Stratford Canal. Couldn’t get all the way down to Stratford because of stoppages, but had a good trip anyway despite the cold weather. Thankfully, the heating system worked well.
And now summer is here and we have left the garden to its own devices (and the kind attention of good neighbours who have promised to water – but not to weed…), having kept 4 weeks clear in our diaries. Our plan is to go as far as Llangollen, and, depending on progress, return via Chester, the Middlewich branch and the Trent and Mersey. If all goes well…
We set off last Sunday, but it’s only today (Thursday) that I’ve summoned up the energy and found the time for a blog post. Are there any readers out there? Am I whistling in the wind?
I can promise statistics, Church and pub reviews (not necessarily in that order), recipe suggestions, wine recommendations, honest descriptions of the joys and sorrows of narrowboating, and occasional anecdotes of mayhem and disaster – depending on the number of stag party boats we encounter.
The battery on my iPad is running low, so I’d better press on and give a quick summary of progress so far:
Sunday 2 June
Took all morning to pack and sort the house and garden, in readiness for our departure, then drove up to Droitwich Marina in the afternoon, calling off at Tesco on the way to complete food supplies. I’d already packed a few shopping bags with stuff from the store cupboards: tinned tomatoes, tinned pulses, flour, teabags, coffee, herbs and spices, etc. Living now out in the countryside, our store cupboards are always well stocked – just in case we get snowed in or a No Deal Brexit threatens.
Oops, this is supposed to be a Brexit-free blog. Following the recent superb example of Rayne Whitemouse Tours, anyone (that includes me as well as posters of comments) who mentions the B word will be fined £1 per offence, to be donated to a charity of their choice, or preferably ClicSergeant.
Anyway, arrived at the marina mid afternoon and by 6.00 p.m. were all shipshape and ready to depart, so as the weather was good we slipped anchor (more accurately, slipped our moorings), exited the marina, and negotiated the five locks and three swing bridges down into Droitwich. It’s always a relief to find we fit snugly but safely through the culvert under the M5 without damage to roof or heads. I worked the first four locks then handed over to Ernest for the fifth (the shallow lock from the river back on to the canal) and the swing bridges through the park- I got the better deal, I think: those swing bridges in particular are a b….r. Plenty of space in the visitor moorings. 5 Locks, 3 swing bridges and 1.5 miles in 1.7 engine hours. Baked orzo puttanesca for dinner.
Monday 3 June.
A bright and sunny day and an early (8.15 a.m.) departure. A trouble free ride down to Hawford Top Lock, navigation much improved now they have reinstated regular cutting of the reeds. Lunch, then through the two locks on to the River Severn, and upstream to Stourport. Again, no problems through the several locks in the basin. Moored above York Street Lock. 15 Locks and 14 miles in 6.9 engine hours and Fish Pie for dinner. Yesterday Ernest had opened a bottle of red wine, but it quickly emerged that it was a bottle of ‘cheap and cheerful’ wine intended for use in cooking. Tonight I insisted on something better – Eden something or other from Laithwaites. The bottle has now been recycled so I can’t check.
Tuesday 4 June
A cloudier day and showers were forecast. Stopped at Tesco in Kidderminster for all the things we’d forgotten to bring or buy on Sunday, including Marmite – how could I forget the Marmite?!
Three young schoolgirls – Year 11, they claimed to have done an exam that morning, GCSE English, and had the rest of the day off – ‘helped’ us through Kidderminster Lock. They seemed genuinely interested in how locks worked and at least one of them said they wanted to be an engineer when they left school. Later I had just left the boat to get some steps in walking the towpath when what I thought was a short shower turned into a persistent downpour. I hadn’t planned for this and was wearing a fleece, not waterproofs. By the time I’d worked the next couple of locks, my hat, fleece, trousers, socks and trainers were soaked through. The rain had definitely set in, so I changed into dry clothes and waterproofs and headed out again for the final couple of miles and locks. Ernest remained cosy and dry under his trusty umbrella. The fleece took two days to dry out. It’s amazing how much water a fleece can absorb… Moored for the night below Stewpony Bridge, about a mile north of Kinver. 9 locks and 12 miles in 6.9 engine hours. Veg curry for dinner (sweet potato, red pepper, chick peas and spinach in a roghan josh sauce).
Wednesday 5 June
An earlyish (8.35 a.m.) departure, with a brief pause to take on water above Stewpony Lock. Steady cruising all morning, with enough locks to provide interest without exhausting us. A brief stop for lunch near Wombourne, then up through The Bratch: a fascinating 3-Lock staircase with a full-time Lock-keeper supported by volunteers who are supposed to ensure a smooth and safe passage. Unfortunately, one of the volunteers seemed more interested in talking to friends on his mobile phone and chatting to boaters about his knee problems than in playing his part and opening paddles or monitoring water levels. In addition, a community boat (a most worthwhile enterprise, offering boat trips to community groups – today it was a group of elderly folk who’d enjoyed a trip and a pub lunch) had a crew of less than competent volunteers. We were behind the community boat, having kindly offered them our place in the queue so they could get their old folk back to their bus in time. I was up on the locks helping as best I could. But it was definitely not my fault that things went awry! The lock-keeper suddenly appeared above us, very cross – why had the blue gate been opened? Why weren’t the red paddles open? Wasn’t anyone watching the water levels? The skipper of the community boat should have known better! And what were the Lock volunteers doing? Could everyone please concentrate! Happily, our passage went more smoothly. I had certainly learned by observing the mistakes of others.
It took just an hour for us from joining the queue at the bottom of The Bratch to leaving the top lock with a cheerful and grateful wave to the long-suffering Lock-keeper.
Moored for the night just south of Wightwick. 16 locks and 9 miles in 6.6 engine hours. Paella for dinner, with a new wine: 19 Crimes, from South Eastern Australia. The label notes: “Nineteen crimes turned criminals into colonists. Upon conviction, these men, guilty of at least one of the 19 crimes, were sentenced to live in Australia, rather than death. This ‘punishment by transportation’ began in 1788 and many of the lawless died at sea. For the rough-hewn men who made it to shore, a new world awaited. As pioneers in a frontier colony, they forged a new country and new lives, brick by brick. This wine honours the history they wrote and the culture they built.” And from the cork in our bottle tonight: “10. Stealing fish from a pond or river.” The wine was perfectly acceptable.
Thursday 6 June
A sunny day and a day for dealing with necessary domestic duties: topped up with water, emptied the loo, offloaded some recycling, and filled up with diesel. And made rapid progress up the Shropshire Union – wide and straight and very few locks.
Not much else to say about this day’s cruising, so a few brief comments about the natural world. June is really a lovely month in which to be out. The cow parsley has gone over, to be replaced by wild carrot, Angelica, campions, endless buttercups, foxgloves. Elderflowers have taken over from hawthorn in the hedgerows. The waterfowl are busy with their young: mallards with up to 10 tiny ducklings – Nature is so profligate, sadly the wastage rate is high. Who devours these minuscule balls of fluff? Coots seem to prefer just one or two offspring, and perhaps are better at protecting them from predators- they are certainly better at hiding among the overhanging grasses and reeds along the bank, whereas the little mallards chase about in full view right across the canal, inviting attack. The deeply wooded cuttings along the Shroppie are noisy with birdsong- we can identify blackbirds and chaffinches and perhaps bluetits, but many others are beyond our knowledge. We’ve spotted several jays, some of them raiding bird tables, along with the squirrels. Loads of grumpy looking herons of course (herons always look sad, but especially so in the rain). Ernest has seen a couple of kingfishers, but I’ve missed them so far. The midges are out, but haven’t menaced us – yet. Arable fields are full of winter wheat, already tall, or newly planted sweet corn (maize). But as we head deeper into Cheshire, there is more livestock than grain: black and white cattle, and sheep with well grown lambs, fleeces sodden in the rain – I know how they feel.
Moored for the night at Gnossal. 5 locks and 17 miles in 7 engine hours. Chicken paprika for dinner, with the remains of 19 Crimes. Watched another episode of Game of Thrones – series 7 (we’re a bit behind the rest of the world). The battle scenes got a bit too much for me, so I escaped to make the bed and get ready for an early night. Rain imminent.
Friday 7 June
An early start: 7.45 a.m. departure, with the aim of beating the rain. Pleased to see the shop at Norbury Junction was open, so were able to buy milk and cake. No gin and tonic though, which was also on my wish list.
I spent much of the morning inside the boat, making bread and preparing lunch, but donned waterproofs to work the 5 Tyrley Locks down towards Market Drayton. Rested for a couple of hours over lunch while the rain beat down, then boredom drove us out again. On went the waterproofs, up went the umbrella, and we pressed onwards through the peaceful remote countryside of Cheshire: cows and sheep, ducks and ducklings, swans with 9 cygnets – is that a record? The rain eased a little as we came down the 5 Adderley Locks, but started again in earnest just after we stopped and moored. Adderley appears to be in the middle of nowhere and the internet connection is nil, so I’ll have to wait yet another day before attempting to post this blog.
10 Locks and 17.5 miles in 7.3 engine hours. Various pairs of socks now hung up to dry out, along with waterproof trousers and coats and hats. Just about warm enough in the boat. In the absence of gin and tonic, I’ve indulged in a small tot of Jura Whisky, while Ernest had a Stroud Brewery Stout. And we’ll probably open another bottle of wine to accompany the leftover veg curry followed by leftover rhubarb crumble and custard. Ernest has just said he fancies a steak and ale pie. Dream on, Sunshine!