Continuing the family visit theme, Rob and Sara came to see us at Bower’s lock. We hadn’t seen them since we went up to Scotland several years ago, so it was really good to catch up.
As soon as the rain stopped the following morning we set off for Guildford. We passed some delightful Egyptian goslings on the way and a ‘richness’ of swallows at Stoke lock.
There were hundreds of them circling the lock keeper’s cottage and we reckon they must have been newly returned from Africa that day and were re-acquainting themselves with their summer home. It was amazing to watch them. When we got to the National Trust visitor centre at Dapdune Wharf there was a perfect Legend sized gap on the high wall so we tied up.
It is supposed to be a 24 hour mooring, but they said that as it was quiet, it would be OK to stay for two days so we could go to our dentist appointments the following morning. We managed to walk back to Bower’s for the car before the rain came again, then had a walk round Guildford with brollies in the afternoon. The fabulous castle gardens were mid-way between spring and summer displays, so not as glorious as they usually would have been, but obviously very well looked after.
We made plans to try and meet up on the Thames; they will be going down from Oxford on their way to London, and we’ll be going up from Weybridge. Hopefully tide and time will be kind to us. We stayed longer than we should have and plunged into the 5pm traffic on the way back, so getting home was a bit of a slog, but it was worth it to spend time with such lovely people.
Nb Iris Lily, who we shared the locks with from Weybridge, was moored in front of us when we got back to Dapdune and in the morning we had a very pleasant chat with them over our morning coffees. While we were talking, a chap from one of the permanent boats came by with his dog.
“Did you hear that come down?” he asked.
“What come down?” We all said in unison.
“That tree.” he said pointing to the boat shed at the end of the little arm where the beautifully restored Wey barge is displayed on the hard.
We all looked, and sure enough there was half a big ash tree lying across the arm with its branches resting on the barge. Apparently it had fallen at about nine o’clock that morning. Despite being awake with the doors open we’d not heard a thing and neither had Elaine.
By the time we’d got Legend in stealth mode ready for going under Broadford bridge (6’4” air draught @ normal river levels) and crammed most of our roof-tat inside, a couple of tree surgeons had arrived, armed with chain saws and a big shredder and were busy taking the ash tree to bits.
Boating through Guildford was glorious; lots of people around Town lock, loads of little kids to recruit for gate pushing, and paddle boards and canoes all over the place.
Broadford bridge was a bit of a squeeze, but we got through without issue.
Round the next bend was Gun’s Mouth junction, where the short lived Wey and Arun Navigation leaves the river on it’s way to Littlehampton.
Dad had phoned first thing that morning to see if he and Mum could join us, so we were on the look-out for suitably accessible stopping places on the way. We picked the Manor Inn at Farncombe, hoping that, as it was a riverside pub on the towpath side. it would have somewhere to moor and a car park. It did, there was a smashing 70’ length of scaffolding-and-post mooring right outside the pub garden and enough depth to get into the bank. Almost perfect. Almost, apart from the Herras fencing between towpath and the pub because the pub was shut! As we got ready to pull away, Andrew appeared, walking along the towpath. He works nearby and was on his lunch break, so had come to see if he could find us. We quickly scooped him aboard and carried on to the next accessible spot at Catteshall lock, which was where he’d parked. We thought we’d be able to hang about there on the top lock landing till Mum and Dad arrived, but as we slid under the road bridge before the bottom gates we noticed a lay-by on the left hand side that Dave reckoned we’d fit into. The lock landing was on the right before the bridge, so even if the bottom gates were shut, we’d not be in anyone’s way if we could squeeze in there. Dave crept forward and very neatly tucked Legend into the gap with about 3” to spare at either end.
Mum and Dad duly arrived and came on board, Ann-Marie made lunch and we all found somewhere to sit surrounded by all our plants, bikes and camping gear. After lunch Andrew went back to work and we carried on, up the lock and on along the ever more winding and narrowing river Wey to Godalming Wharf.
When it had all calmed down we pulled forwards, leaving the services free, then Andrew came back after work and took Dad back to get his car. It all worked out like clockwork. After everyone went home we had a go at turning and backing as far up the river as we could get towards Town Bridge. That didn't go like clockwork at all. Reversing round a bend into the stream proved to be a complete waste of time and diesel, so we gave up and went back to the wharf.
So that's all four of the Inland Waterway compass points finally reached. Tewitfield services at the northern end of the Lancaster canal in Lancashire. Llangollen basin at the western end of the Llangollen Canal in Denbighshire, Wales. Brandon lock at the eastern end of the Little Ouse river in Suffolk. And now Godalming Wharf at the southern end of the river Wey in Surrey.
We've also gone to no end of navigation limits in-between - Bedford, Bishop's Stortford, Cambridge, Leek, Ripon, Runcorn, Slough - to name but a few, and there are very few bits of the network in-between that we haven't been on.
What we'd love to know, (but never will) is Legend's story before we owned it. Has it been to any - or even all - of these places before?
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