Three years ago, when we were at Welsh Road locks for the
first time, we only stayed for a couple of nights, which was a shame as it’s
such a nice mooring. This time we were
there for a fortnight
with a walk to Long Ichington and the Blue Lias on one
day, and a drive out to - and a lovely walk around - Draycote Water, where Kim,
Luke and George joined us in the sailing club café.
Kim had slipped on the ice
a few weeks before and broken her arm, so she was learning how to look after a
baby one-handed – not an easy task - so it was good to see them out and looking
happy.
After our allotted time we reluctantly cast off and made our
way up Bascote locks (2 singles and a staircase)
where we found some very nice
dead hawthorn, followed by the Stockton flight.
That took us up to Birdingbury
Wharf; a very pleasant mooring spot near the The Boat Inn where the road runs
parallel to the canal with just a hedge between and some very convenient
parking places.
Car outside boat window; always a Good Thing.
Another stationary fortnight followed, some of which
included ice. We went to see a band called the Jigantics at a gig in Warwick
University Arts Centre. The venue was very intimate; the audience outnumbered
the band by 5 – 1 but they were very good (the band, that is. The audience
weren’t bad either.)
As we were quite near to Kim and Luke we volunteered to help
whenever we could while Kim was recovering.
On the Friday she had an appointment at the hospital, so while Dave
drove her in, Ann-Marie babysat George. The consultant threw a spanner in the
works by deciding that the poor girl needed a metal plate to hold her humorous
together and booked her in for surgery the next morning – Friday. Luckily Luke
was able to take the day off so we were relieved of duty and drove up to
Yorkshire to see David and Kate for the weekend instead.
Our longest standing friends were, as always, the perfect
hosts. As always we had a fantastic weekend, we went for a couple of walks with
Dylan-the-dog and ate some delicious meals, then on the Monday morning we
packed our bags, said our goodbyes and set off. We’d just got to the bottom of
their hill when we became aware of a rather horrible grating noise coming from
the engine which, to cut a very long story short, meant we were unexpected
guests for a further three days, while Keighley Diesels diagnosed and replaced
a broken oil pump.
We are once again eternally grateful to our friends, and
once again extremely lucky. It could have broken down anywhere, but it happened
near some people who could not only put us in touch with a friendly local
garage, but who were also more than willing to put us up while it was repaired.
Thinking about what would have happened if we’d been hammering down the
motorway when the oil pump pulley decided that being attached to the oil pump
was not on its to-do list any more makes our blood run cold.
On The Thursday morning, after we’d spent three days
watching from their window as the snow got thicker
the man from Keighley
Diesels rang with the wonderful news that we were back on the road. We packed
our bags - again, said our goodbyes - again and set off once more. This time,
despite the snow, we had no problems getting home, although every time we
stopped the blizzard that seemed to be following us southwards caught up; had
the man phoned an hour later things might have been very different.
Our fortnight was up the day we got back, so we untied our snowy ropes and moved on.
Up the three Calcott Locks, where we had a fortuitous meeting
with Mark on the coal boat Callisto, then turned left at Napton Junction onto
the section of the GU between the North and South Oxford canals.
This short
length was originally part of, and owned by, the Oxford Canal Company. When the
Grand Junction Canal Company were
building their new link from Birmingham to London, they made an agreement with
the Oxford Canal Company to share this five mile section, but omitted to get a
limit on how much their boats would be charged for using it. This resulted in
the most expensive five miles of canal in the country and the Oxford being
subsidised by the Grand Junction for many years.
These days holidaymakers happily chug past the former toll
houses; the old boaters must have dreaded them.
We moored at Nimrod Bridge for one night then moved up to
Flecknoe, just along from Bridge 103 where we spent a very memorable fortnight
with John and Jac three and a half years ago. Back then it was summer and we
were out with the barbeque, this time we were iced in and it was snowing.
We’ve not been happy with the frosted glass in the bathroom
ever since we bought the boat. It was a sticky-backed-plastic film that hadn’t
been stuck on very well and we finally got round to doing something about it. This is what we did:-
1. Remove old film.
2. Get rid of the adhesive using white spirit and a stainless steel scrubby thing.
3. Apply new stuff and squeegee into place.
4. Trim.
5. Stand back and admire.
We sprayed the glass with soapy water to make it slippy and we got round the swivel window catches by cutting a line and a circle and then sliding the film into position. We're really pleased with the result and as soon as the boat is the other way round we'll post some pictures from the outside.
While we were at Flecknoe, Kim and Luke braved the blizzards to come and see us, and we had a day getting paid for counting parked cars in Birmingham. On the Friday, Dave went with Luke to Kent with a trailer to collect a Citroen Dyane that K&L will be taking to Poland in July for the World Meeting of 2CV Friends.
The girlies went shopping with George and Ann-Marie came home with some red shoes. When the boys got back there was a takeaway and a game of Harry Potter Cluedo. It doesn’t get any better than that!
The overnight temperature was forecast to be above freezing
for the next few days so we didn’t mind leaving Legend for a bit. We slept on
K&L’s sofa bed then after breakfast pancakes went to drop off the trailer.
We said goodbye then carried on to Ross-on-Wye to see John and Camilla, whose
wedding we went to last autumn.
In the afternoon we had a walk down by the Wye, a pint or
two in the White Lion, then a lovely evening with Rich and Becky and a
delicious lamb curry.
Sunday morning dawned chilly and misty which turned out to
be the perfect back-drop for what we had planned for the day. We went to Purton
on the Gloucester to Sharpness Ship Canal. This canal was built to bypass a
notorious stretch of the tidal River Severn, allowing shipping safe passage
into Gloucester docks.
At Purton the canal runs parallel to, and not very far
from, the river bank. In the late 19th century, concerns were raised
about tidal erosion threatening the stability of the bank. To combat this
old/irreparable river barges were towed up the bank on spring tides and sunk
where they beached. Over the years they have settled into the silt and vegetation
has taken hold and today the area is known as the “Purton Ships Graveyard”.
From 1900 to 1965 81 ships and barges were beached on a 2 mile stretch.
The
last to join this eerie fleet were six 350 tonne Ferro-Cement (concrete) barges
built during the Second World War when steel was in short supply.
One of these
has since been removed and re-floated; we think it might be the one we saw at
Ellesmere Port, but we’re not sure. They were notoriously unwieldy, horrible to
steer, broke everything they came in contact with and there was probably a
round of applause from the crew when they were rammed up the bank. Follow this link for more info.
After that we went to see Saul Junction, where the
Stroudwater Canal crosses the G&S,
and had coffee and cake in the café. Fab
weekend and lovely to see the newly-weds happy.
Back at the boat, after another fortuitous meeting with a
coal boat (Jule’s Fuels), we spent a sunny morning boating to just outside
Braunston where we moored on the Puddle Banks, which is a feat in itself. The canal banks slope into the water so you
can’t get right in. Some places are better than others, but the best you can do
still leaves you on the bottom with a lean-on, and nearly a foot between boat
and bank. We still prefer that to being
in the thick of it on the visitor moorings in Braunston itself.
Gordon and Helena live in Braunston; we met them and became
friends on the Yorkshire Ouse a couple of years ago, so as we were there we got
in contact and they invited us round for dinner. Their lovely house overlooks
the marina and their boat, what a fabulous place to live! We were treated to a
delicious meal and a brilliant evening in their company. Hopefully we can return
the favour when we come back through on our way to Northampton and the Nene.
From the Puddle Banks we turned left at the junction.
After filling up with water carried on up the North Oxford to Hillmorton Locks.
This is uncharted territory for us; the first time we’ve been somewhere new
since November. We moored just before the locks, which was lucky, because when
we went for a walk down the locks later that day we found that someone had left
the paddles half open at both ends of the middle lock and drained all the water
out of the top pound.
We can’t think of a way it could have been done
accidentally, or of a logical reason to do it on purpose, so we dropped them
all and carried on. On our way back we were pleased to see that the level was
recovering, and when we brought Legend down the following day it was back up to
full.
In 2012, to commemorate the inauguration of CRT, these locks,
along with Gargrave locks on the L&L, Farmers Bridge locks on the Birmingham
& Fazely and Milnsbridge lock on the Huddersfield Narrow were chosen to have
lines of a poem engraved into them.
The
full poem reads thus:-
WORKING WATER
HELD CAPTIVE FOR A WHILE
THEN SLUICED AWAY TO JOIN
THE WORLD’S OTHER WATERS AGAIN
OPEN
ENTER AND
BE SAFE
WITH WORDS AT YOUR BACK
THESE DOORS MAKE DEPTH
POWER TO SINK YOUR BOAT
BODILY INTO THE LAND
AND LET IT GO RIDING OUT
UNHARMED
STEP AT A TIME A RIVER
CLIMBS CAREFULLY
DOWN THROUGH THE TOWN
The sculptor was Peter Coates and the three poets who wrote
the words were Jo Bell, Roy Fisher and Ian McMillan. Roy Fisher’s words are
engraved at Hillmorton, which in the correct order read:-
WORKING WATER
CAPTIVE FOR A WHILE
CLIMBS CAREFULLY DOWN
THESE DOORS MAKE DEPTH
We stopped at Newbold on Avon, near the pub just before the
tunnel. We’ll stay here for a few days and go and visit Rugby before moving on.
An unexpected bonus about being where we are is that the canal is quite deep so
we don’t get shoved about as much when someone goes past. The frequency of that
happening had suddenly increased; we think it must be half term.
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