Ashby Canal. Coventry Canal. Stoke Golding to Polesworth.
Gosh what a busy month! We’ve managed to get ourselves involved in no end of endeavours.
To start with we gave Lindsay and Paul a hand with their new mooring. They’ve only been there a few weeks but they’ve made tremendous progress. They’ve turned what was a hawthorn and bramble covered slope down to the canal into the beginnings of a garden with a parking space and steps down to their boat.
We gave them a hand piling the support posts in and making a tidy edge between their plot and the new roadway.
On board Legend we now have a shiny support for the new log box cover.
It is not fixed in place so it can come down for low bridges if needs be. Later on, when we stop using the fire and the log pile recedes a bit, it'll get decorated with colourful diamonds to match the cratch window and (eventually) the front doors.
Our next good deed was for the Canal and River Trust. Stoke Bruerne locks were having a major refurbishment as part of the scheduled winter maintenance program,
and upon draining one of the pounds on the flight a gaping hole in the bank was revealed.
As the works were already running late and no time had been allocated to repair it, a very short notice (ie. tomorrow) call was put out over several canal related Facebook groups for volunteers to go along and help. As we had nothing of vital importance on our calendar, we grabbed our steelies and scruffy clothes, packed some sandwiches and were ready and willing in the museum car park the following morning.
Half of our party was tasked with filling sandbags with a ballast/cement mix and loading them onto a truck, which was then driven down to the site where the rest of us were waiting to pack them into the hole. We can tell you with good authority that sandbags are really heavy, and really uncooperative.
Getting the bottom layers in wasn’t too bad, but trying to squeeze the top ones in between the previous layer and the concrete was nigh-on impossible. However, we persevered and after a good deal of kicking, thumping and whacking with spades the end result looked pretty good. We also got to see our friend Katherine who lives in one of the lock cottages, and got a free coffee in the café. It was a small insight into what the maintenance teams get up to in the winter and we seriously take our hats off to them.
Then along came Doris Day! Or, more precisely, the day after our Stoke Bruerne workout the UK was visited by Storm Doris. We huddled inside, played cards and watched films while all around the tree-tops danced back and forth in ever more frenzied excitement. The next morning it was a different world; calm, serene, and perfect for boating. Before we set off we picked up all the kindling that Doris had so kindly deposited on our roof and all over the towpath. We were quite concerned that she would have caused more severe disruption on our route from Basin Bridge to Hartshill, and we were right.
She’d brought several trees down, but luckily the only one that had gone right across the navigation was in Nuneaton, and that had been promptly dealt with by CRT’s contractors before we got there.
Another day helping out followed; this time at Mum and Dad’s house where the old willow tree that had been in their garden for half a century - and that had been Ann-Marie’s swing support, den, and climbing frame - had fallen down.
Karen, Andrew, and Alex came round as well and we all pitched in. By lunch time we’d got the trunk in bits and away to the tip in two trips in Karen’s hard working Berlingo.
We stayed overnight at Karen’s so we could go to not one, but two parties. The first was our friend Coops’ leaving do. He’s going to Japan for two years. We took one rather rubbish selfie to mark the occasion.
Goodness knows what the Japanese will make of a giant wearing a bow tie.
The second party was for Ann-Marie’s Uncle John’s 90th birthday.
There was lots of catching up with cousins, and lots of promises to keep in touch more often, followed by a long drive home to a cold boat.
After all that it was nice to have a bit of a rest. We couldn’t put our feet up for too long however, as two days later we were off again, this time to Stanstead for a flight to Bordeaux and a week In Jussas with Frankie and Harry. We left Legend at Hartshill with loads of time to spare, but it was still rather un-nerving to find ourselves stationary on the A14, wondering when, or if, we’d start moving again. By the time we got to the airport we’d lost half an hour, but nothing we hadn’t made allowances for, and we were still at the front of the queue at the gate.
We had a lovely week with Frankie and Harry, they took us to Blaye on the banks of the Gironde Estuary where we had a walk around the Citadel before a delicious lunch in a little cafe...
then into Bourg, a little further upstream on the Dordogne...
...before going back to Blaye for an evening wine tasting.
The hardest part was getting the two concrete drain rings we were going to use for the form off the back of the truck...
...but with a little help from the winch in the workshop and a lot of pulling by everyone, we got them safely to the floor...
...then rolled them into position.
Dave & Angie and Graham & Dawn stopped off at Jussas for a couple of nights on their way back to the UK from a winter in Spain in their motor homes, so they all pitched in with the stone work.
...and in no time at all it was looking like it had been there for ever.
With everyone mucking in we got the rest of the rubble pile loaded into the truck for couple of trips to the tip. All in all a very satisfying few days’ work.
The weather wasn’t the best in France; it was cold and wet for quite a lot of our week and we had to do the concreting and building work between showers. Happily, in the end karma came to the rescue with an Air Traffic Control strike that gave us two extra days holiday, during which the sun came out and it was glorious. That was lovely; as well as getting sunburnt while helping with the planting of the Jussas vinyard...
...we had time to tidy up the stonework round the well and make a wooden cover for it.
We also managed to move all the leftover big bits of rock to make some raised beds for a little kitchen herb garden outside J&P’s door.
When we got back to Legend, spring had sprung and our roof boxes were a riot of colour from the daffodils and pansies.
You’d have thought that after all the graft from the previous couple of weeks we’d have had a few days relaxing, but no. Our sofa has given us sterling service for the last six years but just recently it's started sagging and looking a bit drab, so we’ve been looking - and failing to find – a suitable replacement. There just isn’t one available that does what our old one does in the simple and effective way that it does it. So after lots of research and watching of Youtube, we decided that as the frame was still serviceable and it was just the springs that had failed it wouldn’t be beyond us to re-spring it. We ordered new springs and clips, jute cord to lace them together and some hessian material to cover them, then Dave started dismantling.
By the next day it was on its way back together again with ten new springs in place of the previous eight, sturdier lacing and a far stronger covering.
Dave's table leg spring stretcher in action.
By that evening he’d got the cover back on over some new wadding and it was better than new.
We’re quite sure it’ll last for at least another six years and hopefully a lot longer. The next thing we’re going to do is make a removable washable cover so that we can keep it looking cleaner than it does at the moment.
After that we thought it was high time we did a bit of boating, so on a beautiful spring morning we set off from Hartshill towards the locks at Atherstone.