On Sunday we helped an apprehensive crew of a narrowboat through their first lock - quietly and slowly (there were no other boats about). Surely everyone remembers their first lock? It was great being a part of that crew's story.
I can remember my first lock. As a teenager, boating with my parents, having read up on what to do at locks before we collected our hired narrowboat (first boat with a tiller). We must have been delayed on our journey because we arrived at the bottom lock of the Llangollen in deep dusk, it was cold, windy, with drizzle in the air. Oh joy. Dad and I worked the lock, but I don't remember the details - only of him wearing a black overcoat and getting more up-tight about what we were doing.
But, nevertheless, married and many years later, a boat owner and still a boating nut.
Christine