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  1. saltysplash
    Day 21
     
    ITS OVER.
     
    Our original plan for this day was to cruise down to Denham Country Park and find a little spot for 1 last barbie before doing the last 3 and a bit hours back to base camp.
    The day dawned overcast and very breezey and a few showers accompanied our meanderings through the locks. At Batchworth we were aided by orange lifejacketed children who were visiting the canal centre and getting instruction on locks and boats....Geoff, one of the staff was telling Nora that when these groups were being shown around the motor Roger, the question was asked of them what they thought the boat wouldve carried in its hold. Not one of them thought of Coal, Televisions being the favourite guess. I guess not many kids these days have any concept of coal. Funny the way the world changes.
     
     
    It was about 3pm as we descended Widewater lock and onto the Denham stretch, Looking at the sky we decided to plod on towards the Slough Arm.
    At Cowley Peachey juction, my turn was restricted by a boat moored a few feet too close to the opening so a bit of jiggery pokery was needed to complete the swing onto the arm while the boat owners enjoyed the spectacle from the comfort of their chairs on the towpath.
     
    Just over half an hour later saw us at Highline. We decided not to continue up to the winding hole as is our usual thing, but to tie up for a change on the outside of Herbie as Neil and Cath are heading out for the River Wey on sunday and being alongside the bank will be better for them loading up etc. Our neighbour Lydia waved us in and kindly took the stern rope and we were promptly visited by 3 of her cats who had apparantly been missing their treats due to a lack of Lady Elgar being alongside.
     
    All finally secure and engine shut down and shore line connected saw us relaxing with a chinese takeaway.
     
    All in all it was an excellent trip with fantastic weather. We met some lovely people, maffi and bones by name others just as faces. Visted some excellent pubs and eating places. Enjoyed the drama's of boaters antics and behaviours which although sometimes are frustrating, they are nothing compared to the behaviour of people on our roads, and what may seem like moans by me about folk, are not really moans...just observations on different behaviours, as im sure other folk would observe on our behaviour.
     
    Valuable hands on knowlegde was learned re the boat such as the starter problem and the prop shaft, but even those incidents all added to the enjoyment of the trip and the experience of owning and running your own boat without the need to call on expert help. These problems were really very minor, the starter problem only being compounded by the fact we were on the Thames and had to shut down the engine at every lock.
     
    Laura's highlights of the trip were the hundreds of baby fowl and animals that all benefitted from her tesco value bread bag, The Blisworth tunnel. Having her hat rescued by the lockie at Brentford and the memory of the Garlic Mushrooms at the Wharf Inn at Fenny Compton.
     
    For me, just being together in our home cruising through varied and changing landscapes is enough. No bad memories and thats for sure.
     
    The log shows the following data
     
    Engine Hours 132
    Distance 250miles
    Locks 175
    2 Tunnels
     
    back to work Wednesday
  2. saltysplash
    Day 17
     
    Late start today as we only planned to go as far as the Globe. Hadn't topped up the fuel tank since Reading and knowing hard we had been forced to punch the flow of the Thames I was keen to top up again and see what we had used.
     
    Milton Keynes marina was the first services so we turned in and approached the fuel landing. It all seemed very quiet. I had managed to get far enough into the marina to make getting out awkward when a chap called out from a boat that they were shut on mondays. Pooh!
     
    Never mind, managed to turn without hitting anything and we set off towards Willowbridge. At Fenny Stratford lock, Nora kept asking....."whats the point of it?" well, its a lock, and it has a swing bridge across it, and, well, what is the point of it?
     
    We took on 69 litres of the red stuff at Willowbridge at I think 86ppl.
     
    We shared the first two of the Soulbury three with a boat who were going to wind above the 2nd lock and as we were coming up the third, a chap waiting to come down mentioned he had almost bought Lady Elgar a couple of years ago. It turns out he is a forum member and we chatted for a short while about his Harbourgh boat...one of my favourite hulls they are, So Globetrotter a pleasure to meet you sir. Hope you manage to find out more info on the old girl.
     
    Our destination finally approached and I was hoping that we wern't too late to get a mooring as ive never been here before when it hasnt been packed with boats. Imagine my surprise when, We came under the bridge and not another boat in sight, we had a choice of the whole length. yes folks, MY CAMERA NEVER LIES.
     

     
     
    A short afternoon siesta and showered and dressed saw us plonked at our table in the Globe. Food as always was absolutly fantastic. There are no words to add. The Ale was good too.
     
    We think so far The Admiral Nelson and The Globe have been the best eating spots, The Boat at Stoke B was also excellent but was very arty and a totally different type of eating house. The Wharf?.....well, just go along for amusment value really, not for culinary delight.
     
    Nora did hear one bloke at the Globe tonight ordering a bar meal moaning....He was telling the barman that it was a right rip off selling the same weight Sirloin Steak as the same weight Rump Steak for £2 dearer......well you dont have to order it!...nobber
     
    Long day tomorrow...hope to get to the Wendover arm for a Barbie.....nighty night
     

  3. saltysplash
    SUMMER AND LIGHTNING, all around us.
     
    I think it mustve been about midnight that the electric show began in the sky followed by loud rumblings of thunder across the valley. The rain was so heavy that the plants on the roof took quite a battering so when we woke this morning to blue skies and sunshine evrything seemed so much better, except that is for the howling gale blowing from the sou'west.
     
    The plant pots didnt stand a chance and after the 2nd time of putting them back in place, the third time they blew over...over they remained.
     
    We did the remainder of the Stoke Bruerne flight alone, the wind making us contact the side rather more than we wouldve liked but got through unscathed, I suppose if time was no object and we didnt have to be back for work it wouldve been a perfect day for not moving at all....sigh....maybe one day
     
    Crabbing sideways was the order of the day and trying to avoid moored boats while slowing down enough not to cause them too much problems.
    As we neared Cosgrove, a couple on a Wyvern Boat pssing us called out " How far is it to the aquaduct?"
    I smiled at them and said " Youve already done it.....just before the lock"
    They looked forloanly behind them.....never mind folks, look out for it again on your way back
     
    The approach to Cosgrove lock was interesting, One passed the line of buildings and approaching the sanitary station the wind found its way through gaps in the trees and blew us towards the moored boats, I could feel the hull tilt to port as the gusts hit us, so it was a bit of wellie on the revs and regain some control. The mouth of the lock however has no tree cover and as we slowed to stop we were slammed into the side and held there.....who needs ropes when youve got wind power to hold you in position. All we need now is to fit up some form of Gaff Rig and some Lee Boards down the sides and we'd save a fortune on diesel.
     
    Our planned stop was for Great Linford so we carried on past Cosgrove moorings and approached the aquaduct over the Great Ouse. Being in Wyvern country I could see one approaching ahead of us. As they entered the aquaduct and lost the shelter of the trees the wind caught them and slammed them into the side of the trough. Always nice to see what your gonna have to cope with before you have to do it, so, as we entered, I kept well over to the right and as soon as the tree line finished, i steered to starboard and just managed to avoid clanging the sides....with a bit of power of course....Nora was going to take some pics of the crossing but she just confessed that she was actually more concerned with clinging on for dear life.
     
    Finally arrived at Great Linford and was a bit surprised to see a large gathering of boats on both side of the water. Some tents and marquee's then came into view along with throngs of people all enjoying what turned out to be the Great Linford Waterside festival.
    We tied up just before the bridge and did a very quick shop to stock up on milk and booze and bread and then headed off to see what was going on.
     
    A few stalls, a few childrens rides, a large stage with rock bands making a sort of noise and the usual eating establishments.
    We milled and thronged with the rest of the population of Milton keynes and then...oh joy of joys......a stall selling stuff and things and there, hanging at the back was a Peg Bag. Not just any old Peg bag but a Peg Bag that obviously had our name on it......Ive been looking for one for ages, No longer will our pegs have to hang on the rotary line awaiting the next load of washing, They can now rest easily between loads in their own splendid Peg bag.
     

     
    We even found some Pegs on board to start our collection.
     

     
    We purchased some rather fine fudge. Rum an Raison for me and Chocolate for Nora and Choc and orange for both of us, and you cant pass the customery burger bar with out sampling the wares, which in actual fact, were probably the best burger i have ever had from a van before.....far better than the cardboard I forced on myself at the Crick Boat show.
     
    We got back on board and both sat down listening to the noise of the band on the stage, We were then passed by 7 teenagers with their Lager cans and Jugs of cider and decided maybe we will move up a bit for the night, so we cast off and cruised for an hour and found ourselves a little spot which will suit for the night.
     
    All in all a good days cruise made even more interesting by the wind.
     
    Tomorrow will hopefully see us alongside the Globe Inn. We have booked a table for 8.......pm that is....not for 8 people....unless anyone cares to join us
  4. saltysplash
    I think we eventually got to bed about 2am. So this morning when the church bells of Abingdon rang out it was a bit of a shock. They wont continue for long thought I, just calling the faithful to worship, but no, It was obviously a campanology convention calling the faithful who had quaffed a skinfull the night before to clamber out of bed and put the kettle on.
     
    Maffi and Bones where already up and about and after the frist brew we were ready for the last haul to oxford. So we waved farewell and passed on our thanks again for such an excellent evening and cast off.
     
    Nothing of real note for the four hours it took to reach Osney Lock except that again the going was slow in places but the sun kept playing on us and making the criuse very enjoyable.
     
    The public moorings above Osney lock had a number of free spaces so we slotted in just past the pub and took a walk into town to get some lunch. We stopped at the castle and took a table outside one of those grill type places, this one was called Tootsies.
     
    They brought the menu's to the table and that was the last we saw of them 20 mins, So enough was enough and we went elsewhere. Gordon Ramsey wouldve been outraged.
     
    Back on LE sleep overtook us both and our afternoon nap ended at about 7pm !!!!! so its now 12.20am and we are still awake.
     
    Tomorrow we'll have a wander round town and also a visit to Halfords to try and get the part for the engine then set off for the canal. if we wake up in time that is
     

     

  5. saltysplash
    No photo's tonight as we only have snail speed connection which kinda matches our snail speed while under way.
     
    We had probably the quietest ever night at Henley, you know, its so quiet that you cant hear anything at all except the noise from your ears.
     
    We woke to spanking sunshine and clear blue sky, By 8am the Henley rowers where out and about practising for next week's ladies Regatta and the Cox's were being rather vociferous....Typical small person syndrome lol.
     
    We Cast off and got under way by 9.30 am hoping to make Goring for the evening stop. River flow's were still causing us problems, sometimes managing 3mph other times dropping right down to 1.8 on the narrows. The river was quiet again untill we approached Shiplake lock and two boats hove into view behind us who were obviously stemming the flow better than ourselves...One was a Thames widebeam cruiser and the other a narrowboat, I presume the Narrowboats are either giving it full wellie on the engines (which im not prepared to do) or they have larger props suitable for river cruising.
     
    We enterd Shiplake lock first and were joined alongside by a Nb (Mention no names). No drama in the lock, and we intended to pull over on the left to take on water and empty the toilet cassette. Due to our starter problem I said to the chap on the Nb that he may like to go first, He said that there were stopping for the pump out in any case....I went below on the opening of the gates and Lady Elgar kicked into life with the magic wire on the first go. I returned topside to see the Nb already out of the lock. We followed them to the Pump out and Water point mooring. The Nb promptly pulled in alongside the Pump out and I expected them to pull back to allow us to use the water point.....no such luck. He secured his tail rope and she secured her rope at the front.....she then walked upto the water hose and fed it back the 30' to their boat....so they obviously intended to pump out and fill up at the smae time, knowing full well that we also required water and couldve done this while they pumped out. Never mind, we plodded on as there was insufficient room in front of them for us....I wasnt overly bothered but it did seem to annoy Nora......Its just uncivil thats all......By comparison......we approached the Tesco mooring at reading and every space was full apart from a very tight gap I thought i might be able to slide into on the very end....Full marks to the Chap and lady inboard NB Cygent who came outside and pulled their boat back to give us full length on the mooring. Civil an decent...dont take much does it.
     
     
    We eventually spent a couple of hours at Reading, While shopping at Tesco I put the Genny on and we did some washing while wandering round the store. Upon our return the wash cycle was just finishing and we turned round and took on 54.5 litres of Diesel at Reading marina also water and empty the elsen.
     
    We then made all haste for Goring which should only have been 3 hours away.
     
    We texted Neil and Kath our neighbours at Iver on Herbie that our ETA at Goring was appx 7pm, well, 7pm came and went and we eventually ariived and were met on the tow path at 8pm.....Neil and Kath had already done a recce on the moorings and found all the ones below the lock taken but he guided us into a nice little spot alittle way back with two trees placed perfectly for our bow and strn lines. The four of us then wandered into Goring and plonked ourselves in the first pub where 3 ales on pump attracted our attention.
     
    We had a really smashing evening and were really please that they met us but as always the evening went too quick.
     
    Tomorrow will hopefully see us in Abingdon and a rendevous with Bones and Maffi, Ill pm then after this to make sure all is as planned.
     
     
    As an aside, we shared a lock with some young folk on a Thames hireboat...The two chaps were dressed up in naval getout. The chap in the admiral hat told me that he lived in a little village alongside the kennet and Avon Canal, he said that LE was the best looking canal boat he had ever seen......Makes ya kinda proud of your home.
  6. saltysplash
    9.30am saw us under way from Windsor and within minutes the rain was pelting down. In fact it had been raining most of the night and now I was concerned that river levels were going to rise again and see us stranded waiting for them to fall.
     
    I was seriously considering turning round and heading back to Brentford, However just after Boveney lock the rain dried up and we had a mixture of sun and cloud, and the very occaisional light shower.
     
    The river was still flowing rather fast and again on the narrow sections our speed dropped to less than 2 mph making progress very slow indeed.
     
    Eventually we reached Marlow lock and On speaking with the lockie he stated the levels were still dropping despite the rain and we should find the going much easier now.
     
    We had seen very little other traffic and most of it going down stream so it was nice for the majority of the locks we encountered we were able to keep the engine running (with permission of the lockie) as we still have starting problems.
     
    Just after Marlow bridge we encountered a couple of sailing dinghy's spanking along 'close hauled' tacking one side of the river to the other. The first one passed by with no probs at all but the second, Tacked from our starboard side, shot across the river and then tacked again and crossed our bows from the port side. At the end of that leg he was now parrallel to our starboard bow. I fully expected him to spill his wind and let us clear but instead he tacked again and shot forward hitting our starboard bow just behind the stem.
     
    He shook his head, I said nothing, We disengaged, I saw he was ok and off he went again. We parted company turning our backs to each other without any spoken word....I think we both learned a lesson there.
     
    Nora managed a School girl error when throwing a rope onto a bollard in lock, she caught the bollard perfectly and then proceeded to pull the line tight.....the look on her face was probably priceless as the bowline end also followed the rest of the line through the bollard and then back on board after having jumpped off the T-stud when she intially threw the rope.......I gave her much words of wisdom about making sure all was secure when catching a bollard......three locks later I managed to do exactly the same for my own school boy error
     
    We eventually arrived at Henley and found a mooring (the first we have paid for so far) just before the town bridge. Nora managed to feed a large flotilla of goslings and 1 duck the majority of a loaf of bread while I toddled off for a walk into town to find an Offie and or a bread shop......I found a Circus, a cinema down a small alley and and offie but no bread shop.
     

     

     
    As I approached the boat on my return laden with Rum and coke and 2 packets of Pork scratchings I saw the flotilla of goslings now behaving like sheep and doing their best to keep the grass short surrounded on all sides by adult Geese who honked noisily at my approach.
     

     
    I then noticed lots of little mounds on the grass opposite the boat and thought, strange, I didnt remember those mole hills before.....they turned out to be Rabbits all enjoying the evening sun.
     

     

     
     
    We finished the evening with a couple of episode of Fawlty Towers and a smashing Spaghetti Bolognaise....Also some custard and midget gems.
     
    other pics.
     

     

     

  7. saltysplash
    Day 2
     
     
    Set off from our mooring at Hanwell by about 11.30am and finished off the flight in Blazing sunshine. Nora steered us into the first lock....a first, and she intended to do the next few as part of her helm training but then a boat hove into view behind us and we held the lock for them. Not wishing to have to try to many odd manouvers she decided to hand back to me...at least she is getting there and proving very good at the attempts she makes.
     
    We enjoyed the flight in comany with our fellow boaters who decided to stop at the fox PH at the bottom of the flight while we carried on to Brentford managing to pick up something on the prop just after osterly lock. Nora, However had retaken the tiller and managed the last two locks to Brentford with apparant ease, although she states she was a bag of nerves.
     
    Arrival at Brentford and topped up with water and gave the roof garden a good dousing as they were looking rather dry.
     

     
    I then noticed Nora run to the stern and have a look inside and then come back all forlorn......"my hat has blown into the water" my laughterr was soon brought to an end by the look on her face and her declaring, "I love that hat" I looked over the Bow and sure enough there was the hat enjoying a marvelous adventure on the water making its way across the dock with the aid of the breeze towards the residential moorings. I handed her the extending boat hook and suggested she toddle off over the other side to await the hats arrival. I meanwhile dived down into the weed hatch to clear another copious amount of clinging weed and a large plastic taybrite coal sack.....only a boater couldve let that get in the water...tut!
     
    I then planned to get the Video camera out and film Nora's seach and rescue attempt, but, a knight in shining armour had already been to the rescue in the form of our friendly BW Lock keeper who recovered the wayward head gear with minimum of fuss and she was all ready heading back towards Lady Elgar Looking very chuffed.
     
    She asked him if he fancid a cold beer and he gracefully declined as he was 'on duty' so, come 1715hrs we promtly arrived at Thames lock and handed him the said beer for when he booked off at 1800hrs.
     
    Turned right, onto the Thames and plodded on towards tedders as we approached Richmond bridge the GPS showed we had lost a full MPH. The tide was at its max and the obvious flow from the river was pushing against us, But, the Perkins did us proud and battled with the flow to see us safely at Teddington.
     
    We are now moored for free in the lock cut and the Lockie fully expects yellow boards to be displayed on the river by tomorrow morning, so I am off outside to loosen our lines in anticipation of some drop in the level.
     
     
    We went for an Indian down Tedders High st......Nora is as red as red can be and my forehead is hot. We now have to cover our bodies up for the rest of the week to let the sunburn go down.
     
     
     
    Our mooring tonight by the weir.......whats the point in a pic like this???????
     

  8. saltysplash
    Ive been sitting here contemplating as one does and my eyes were drawn to the shelf infront of me.
     
    At Easter Swmbo's mum bought us both a chocolate thingy each from M&S
     
    Swmbo's was a choci Sheep and mine was a Choci Tractor.
     
    Not being a great sweet eater its been on the shelf waiting for me to attack it one night whie suffering the munchies.
     
    However, I see someone has got there before me.......please note the wrapping and the total lack of the chocolate chimney that once stood so proud.
     
    me thinks its time to round up the usual suspect
     

     
     
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  9. saltysplash
    Set off Monday afternoon from Iver intending to stop overnight at bulls bridge Tesco. We had been up and about all day after getting home from work at 8 that morning but somehow we seem to have got past the tired stage and were in our second or third wind.
    Rather a tad more ice on the Slough Arm than i had expected but it eventualy cleared as we approached packet boat marina and the junction. We turned right onto the main line and chugged the three or so miles to bulls bridge where we stopped alongside tesco and did our 'big' shop. By 9pm we were knocking out the zeds after being awake for just over 29 hours.
     
    Slept for 12 hours inspite of the delivery lorries at tesco trying to wake us and after a hearty big boys breakfast we reversed back upto the junction and headed off up the Paddington Branch. The weather was excellant but only saw a couple of other boats on the move so we had the canal to ourselves apart form the joggers and dog walkers. Highlight of the run for Nora was going over the North Circular Road Aquaduct. Despite all the floating carrier bags and coal bags that we saw we were lucky not to pick anything up on the prop so no visits to the weed hatch which is nice.
     
    Arrived at Little Venice just around four and Nora was very dissopointed at the lack of gondolars and so by half four we had tied up at the far end of paddington basin.There was only one boat on the visitor pontoon and then a third arrived after us.
    Steak supper on board then a couple of DVD's later saw us again snooring our heads off beofre 11pm.
     
    Wednesday and i was up and about before 9 but Nora didnt appear till after 11 so I nipped down to paddington Station and got the newspapers then we untied and headed off to have a look at london zoo. Maida vale tunnel, Nora's first ever tunnel was negotiated and we crept round the dark walls of St Johns Wood hearing traffic and sirens but seeing non till we emerged out alongside the pillar'd houses of various ambassadors and along Regents Park.
     
    Its a shame that London Zoo still havent arranged visitor moorings on their side like other canalside attractions have done or we wuldve tied up and paid some of our hard earned into their survival fund in the form of entry tickets so we turned round at cumberland basin and headed off back to paddington basin arriving in time for me to have 40 winks and Nora to catch up on her 'ER' DVD.
     
    That night we treated ourselves to dinner at some pasta place which was very nice and a couple of sherberts in the bar by the BWB boat.
    Back on board and a few more sherberts and Nora, for some strange reason kept going on about marriage and that because its a leap year i have to marry her...so that was agreed upon....No date set yet.
     
    Thurday morning and i suddenly wake at 9.30am thinking OMG we have to get back today. Then i tried to stand up and realised i was still squiffy from last night.
     
    Coffee was obtained, also supplies i would need for my lone vigil at the stern inc bottled water and plenty of fag papers and i set off. Nora still snuggled up in bed.
    The wind had got up quite strong and was howling along the basin but i managed to turn her and head back towards bulls bridge. By the time we arrived at Alperton the effects of the night before had just about eased off but i was hungry so i tied up outside Sainsburys and attacked their hot food counter coming away with a couple of chicken legs and thighs and an all day breakfast slice...smashing......Nora still in bed.
     
    She finally appeared just before the junction so i was provided with hot coffee and a packet of ready made ciggies as by now my fingers were too cold to be able to roll properly and the wind kept blowing the tobacco out of the paper even before id had a chance to attempt rolling.
     
    3 short miles back to the slough arm and then the rain came so I decked myself out in my Drisabone coat and hat and was described by Nora as looking like the murderer out of a film called 'i know what you did last summer' Never seen it, and i guess i never will.
     
    Finally managed to get Lady Elgar back alongside but had a few probs with moving Herbie, Our Neighbour boat, as the wind kept pushing her back while Nora was trying to push her out so we could slip inside of her.
     
    All in all another excellant trip. well worth the visit and a couple of nights at paddington.
     
    a couple of pics
     
     
    North Circular Aquaduct
     

     
    Somewhere near Alperton i think
     

     
    Maida Hill Tunnel
     

     
    Cumberland Basin
     

     
    Entrance to London Zoo by Waterbus
     

     
    Snowdens Aviary
     

     
    Yours truly
     

     
    Leaving Regents Park into St Johns Wood
     

     
    Paddington Basin by night
     

     

  10. saltysplash
    Back in January 1987 i was suddenly woken by my wife at the time telling me the baby was on its way....
     
    We drove to the GDH...Greenwich District Hospital and spent the next 16 hours in the labour ward while my wife went through all the motions of labour and i played the doting expectant father who couldnt believe what i was putting this woman through. and after 16hours of is it or isnt it, would you like some water darling, can i sit down for a minute, i was suddly surrounded by doctors, a midwife and nurses.....we'd already gone through 2 shift changes........and ushered out of the room while my wife was whisked off to theatre due to 'complications' and i was left alone in the middle of the night in a lonely hospital corridor. My fears were running wild through my mind. I was only 22....i needed someone to tell me all was going to be ok!!!!!!
     
    Half an hour later i was dragged into a darkend room and a bundle of bald thing was thrust into my arms while they then proceeded to use asuction to get the mucus out ofits nose and ears......i think my tears helped with the cleaning....she was so small, less than 6 pounds yet she had held onto her secure position as long as was possible.
     
    21 years later and the 6lb thing was now lying in a similar room sucking on gas and sipping water and going through hell while squeezing my hand and making me feel even more awful just for being a man.
     
    And as if to make matters worse......."im sorry but you'll have to leave the room" de ja vue?
     
    Thankfully no theatre this time....just another couple of hours of noise and then.....nothing.....Dan...My daughters partner comes out and becons us forward.
    There, in my daughters arms is a small pink squished thing with dark hair.
     
    Why is it that in my 43 years ive experienced death close hand more times than i ever wish to think of, yet ive only ever had the joy of life twice?
     
    She is beautifull, as far as a pink squishy thing can be.
  11. saltysplash
    Its an outrage!
     
    Nora's mum is away over christmas so she (nora) is reduced to cat sitting at their house in Sutton.
     
    So your truly finishes work this morning at 7am and duly drives over to Sutton to spend the next 4 days in luxury with hot baths and no coal dust at the house....As for the cat...its not left me alone since i arrived, i dont even like the creatures, not a patch on dogs but this one just wont stop wanting attention....i can see Nora making requests at the moorings to allow her to bring harry (for that is his name) back to LE as she misses him loads.....does that mean ive got to get the drill out and start making holes for cat flaps?.....dont do it Highline.....keep Lady Elgar feline free.
     
    Actually its worked out fairly well being at the house over christmas as my daughter Rachael and her partner Dan will be coming over on boxing day and as they dont have a car, AND THE TRAINS DONT RUN BOXING DAY i will drive to Broadstairs in the morning to pick em up...meaning...im already a 3rd of the way there compared to being at Iver
     
    Did i mention she's expecting and im due to be a grandad on or around the 20th Jan?
     
    Im only 43 for heavens sake!
     
    Last time i was in Mothercare i was 20
     
    is a large christmas dinner likely to be bad for an 8 mth pregnant daughter?
     
    should i save her by eating her share?
     
    Merry Christmas everyone and a very very happy new year
  12. saltysplash
    Spent all day wednesday lastweek changing the oil filter and engine oil as we had a planned trip witha chap called Phill arranged on the 16th.
     
    How hard is it changing an oil filter??????
     
    I thought they were supposed to be hand tight. Not this one.....thankfully trevour had left in the tool kit a decent 'strap' socket and with a bit of jiggery pokeerry i had the old filter off and new one in place...i then spent the next hour or so filling the engine litre by painfull litre which was only marginally easier then pumping out the old oil litre by litre.
     
    Anyway, job done and the old girl kicked into life after a two month lay up and we set off sunday afternoon for Uxbridge.....This entailed loosening 'Herbie's(our neighbour) bow line so we could slip out in reverse and be free of the mooring. However, Its sunday and every sunday at Iver means.......fishing match...they even had the audacity to ask me to keep the revs down as we mooved off.......it was done all by muscle power and not engine just to be considerate!!!!! and there was sheet ice on the water!!!!
     
    Never mind...one chap did say thanks and wished we had left earlier so we couldve broken the ice up for him prior to him commencing fishing.....Arrived at teh Swan and Bottle without incident apart from ice breaking manouvers on the slough arm and tied up behind a boat called Carrie Anne which has had a RED BWB notice slapped on it for over staying on 24hr mooring......extra 25 squid a day and thats backdated to the 12th...nice looking boat too.
     
    The grub in the Swan and Bottle was as good as ever with all three of us partaking in the wexford mushrooms, Phill then attacking sausage and mash, Swmbo making a meal of the claves liver and bacon and yours truly just being a hog and attacking the mixed grill.
     
    Whats the point in having dessert and coffee when you have all you reqiure on board and just a small stagger away from the exit.
     
    Much merriment was then the order of the evening and if your the vessel moored behind us i can only offer my profound sorrows for the strains of 'Phantom of the Opera' that you may've heard that evening..
     
    Today saw us up eventually by midday and once more cutting our way through the ice pack that is known as the slough arm.
     
    It was thicker and denser.....but with the aid of the dining table leg and barge pole we managed to 'wind' and arrive back at base in time to allow phill his 3 hour drive to do the 30 miles back to his home in Plumstead......Its an Outrage!!!!
     
     
    My Drisabone was great inthe offing wind but me toes were bloody cold as were me fingers...so much so that i couldnt roll ciggies and had to nick phill's 'Mayfair' while his back was turned
     
    All in all a good trip....however the hull is now in need of re blacking due to our re-enactment of TITANIC
  13. saltysplash
    So 1 day and 2 nights at at work have skipped by and now have 5 days off to look forward to.....i say five days, finished work at 6 this morning and its now turned midday and still not been to bed yet so that really leaves 4 days providing i get up early enough tomorrow but knowiing my night time body clock its going to be around 1 ish so thats another half day missed. Never mind, you knew the risks when you bought the ticket.
     
    Managed to get the 6.45 from Paddington this morning however it didnt set off till 6.55 so arrived at Boat at 7.40am. I had my instructins from Swmbo to go direct to bed and be up by 1pm as BT were coming to sort out the phone line. So, The frost was as thick as a frosty thing and i gets on board and decides no matter what,that fire is going on. Id just built the fire and got it going when me mobile rings and its BT..hello. ill be there in 10 mins...great...thinks i....he's 5 hours early so i can get him sorted and have a decent kip and be up early enough to not miss too much of the day.
     
     
    Wrong....The phone line aint been used for 2 years so BT charged us the full connection fee. He spent 5 mins on board for which i had to open the back doors so he could get good access then he declares he has to trace the line to the junction which could be upto 400 mtrs away. No probs says i. good hunting......an hour and a half later....still with the rear doors open he finally returns fully decked out in gloves scarfe and hat and the thickest coat in christendom. Im struggling to survive with me fleece and the fire on full pelt.
     
    Finally he is all sorted and does the test and BINGO. we have a phone line. A quick txt to Nora and she rings the phone to be the first to try it out. all up and running smashing.
     
    Im now in 60' of freezing cold steel so more coals are added and connecting doors through to the BMC are closed so that i might just be able to warm up before bed.
     
    Its now 12.30pm. I am now finally defrosted and very very ready for bed.
     
     
    1st job when i get up is get that stove going in the BMC. Uses twice the amount of coal but if its going to stay this cold then its more than worth it.
     
     
     
    PS hope to be meeting up with the buyers of Emblem on sunday.....hope they make an offer
  14. saltysplash
    Set off Tuesday afternoon rather late due to swmbo making me stay up till the early hours drinking bacardi and watching the Sweeny on DVD.
     
    First problem was starting the engine. Key in ignition. turn and click!!! try again and....click!
     
     
    In all my eagerness to replace the domestic Batts id completely forgot about the engine battery. Fool that i am. So started her up using the emergency switch which kicks in the domestic batts to give that extra vummph. and remembered to turn off the emer switch so the domestic batts dont get screwed by the duff engine batt. Any way, upto the winding hole and back to top up with diesel coal and boots from the car then chugged off towards Cowley Peachey junction. I had forgotten how shallow the Slough arm is and within minutes we had picked something up round the prop. Plodded on at minus 1 mile an hour and finally we stopped at the last Aquaduct before the junction to dive into the weedhatch hole and sure enough removed the perverbial blue polythene liner thingy. It was after 5 as we negotiated the sharp left turn from the arm onto the main line north and plodded along at tickover due to all the moored boats. Finally tied up just below Cowley Lock at half 6.
     
    Walked upto the lock with Nora and gave her a brief intro to lock working then repaired to the Malt shovel for a couple of ales and a steak supper. Good meal but the staff were struggling as a sudden atteck of customers arrived just after we had ordered. It was chucking it down as we returned to Lady Elgar. did a quick walk round inside to make sure all was dry and found a couple of drips under the Paloma water heater. Not sure if this was from the rain or internally. will monitor the situation.
     
    Tuesday morning found me wide awake at 8 am and sitting reading Trevor Pavitt's book 'Living the Dream' Very good book so far but he is turning me into an engine hypochondriac. I have found myself today listening out for those bumps and knocks coming from below that he describes.
     
    Stopped at Uxbridge boat centre aladins cave for a new engine battery and coolie hat which Nora, much to her horror flicked off the chimney with the mooring line when we departed from Iver.
     
    Had a full days trip in excellent weather with Nora working all the locks. I had to rate her out of ten for each one and heres the results so far
     
    1. Cowley Lock 10/10
    2. Uxbridge lock 8/10 because she began to lower the paddles before opening the gates.
    3.Denham Deep 8/10 because she had help form a very nice chap and she forgot to use the gate paddles
    4. Widewater lock 10/10
    5. Black Jacks lock 8/10 for asking repetative questions
    6. Coppermill lock 10/10
    7. Springwell lock 10/10
    8. Stockers lock 8/10 she didnt realise the lock was already set for us and made glaring schoolgirl errors
    9. Batchworth Lock 9/10 because she went to open the gate paddle while i was too close instead of the ground paddle
     
    She did bloody well for her first ever canal trip
     
    As for sterring.....i was perfect
     
    untill it came to making supper.....we tied up just after Batchworth and decided it was BBQ time so with it being almost dark it set up by the galley windows so they would shed some light on the proceedings. While watching the flames form the side hatch i hit upon the brilliant idea of moving the BBQ to the side hatch so that i didnt have to go outside and could put me slippers on while cooking from the comfort of ones own home....First burger that hit the griddle set billowing smoke into the boat through the hatch. Result, smokey boat and burnt food and streaming eyes..
     
    mmmmmm steak
     
    heres a couple of pics to remind us of the day
     

     

     

  15. saltysplash
    It looks like its the last week ill be spending on Emblem
     
    We got the nod today that the money transfer has gone ahead on Lady Elgar so she is now ours...i think Anyway we have been down to Iver this week and paid the moorings and applied for the licence renewal and all is hunky dory, Except we are back at work tomorrow morning for five days so cant do anything about moving aboard till next week
     
    So we will pick the keys up Thursday, stay on board that night then hopefully John Currer will be able to the offical handover Friday morning Seems to have gone on for ages.
    I spent most of my day today taking down the sky dish and tv ariel and cables.....got to get me priorities right for moving important stuff aboard first Swmbo is more interested in doing a shopping list of cleaning items for attacking the dust inside and tree sap on the outside. Then the plan is to take her away (lady elgar not swmbo) for a couple of weeks inagural cruise which is going to be a big learning curve for Nora as she has never been on the canals before. Will hopfully, all being well, head north up the grand onion but im in two minds yet as to turn right at Norton and head towards Foxton or turn left and trundle down towards Oxford. I dont want to make it too energetic for her for her first ever trip but i was tempted if we made progress then carry on down to oxford and then complete the thames circle.
     
    Think maybe the take it as it comes approach might be better and see what the weather does and how the crew cope. So we are well looking forward to it.
     
    So last nights at Chatham and the sun gave me a very lovely goodnight
     

     

  16. saltysplash
    So it looks like its finally safe to commence my inane ramblings concerning the move from old tub to ditch crawler.
     
    Got the nod from Barclays that the finace we required is ready for release tomorrow they are just waiting for the final docs we had to send em. We sent em last thursday tut!!!!! so it all gets held up again coz of fings lost in the post. Nevermind, at least we kept copies.
    Also had a message from Virginia Currer Marine requesting personal details for the bill of sale so things really are just waiting to happen.
     
    It all started when, one night, Swmbo and self were enjoying the last of the Bacardi lying on Emblems double berth in the aft cabin and having a final oily rag out of the port hole. I had always maintained that one day, when emblem became too much for me to handle then i would return to the canals. The conversation, (drunk gibberish more like) somehow was manouvered by a certain party into moving in with each other. Knowing she hates the way boats react on the sea and feeling kinda romantic for a change i suggested a narrowboat. The fool agreed!!!!! Shes never even seen a narrowboat let alone live on one.
    So the search was on. viewing boat sale sites while at work and me giving it large about what my ideal boat required.
     
    We eventually had a few days off which we planned to go looking at our short list. A couple advertised with VC marine and a few at whilton. My main concern was a residential mooring close enough to London for us both to commute.
     
    We arrived at Iver and viewed the first one. A 68' trad stern with gardner engine in proper engne room. I liked it and it was at a price which we could buy outright with the sale of Emblem. .....Nooooooo. it appears Swmbo also had her ideas of what she wanted lol.
     
    So we toddled off down the moorings to our 2nd viewing much much more expensive however it came with a residential mooring.
     
    It turns out id seen the boat many times before while visiting a friend who was also moored at the same place.
     
    I always remembered walking past and thinking, 'thats the kind if boat i would like to own if ever i had the brass'
     
    Well, here we were with the keys in our mitts.
     
    Outside paintwork by the renowned phill speight, was looking a little grubby from what i remembered as she is moored under a tree which has plonked leaves and sap all over, but under the grime the finish was still looking excellent
     



     
    I fell in love, Swmbo, had a good rumage around and after declaring it needed a good cleaning also agreed that she would love to live on board this boat.....it was only the 2nd one she'd ever seen for chuffs sake!
     
    It certainly gave the appearence of not having been visited for some time, but all appeard intact as far as i could see and the engine room was just a complete heaven.
     
    So, offer was made, accepted and deposit placed
     


     



     
    So, Thats the story so far, Survey showed no problems with the hull at all and just a few minor things to sort out internally like replacing the fire extinguishers which are still the old blue type and sweeping the chimneys.
    Stand by for more as Geoff and Nora join forces to do battle in a narrow 60' steel box.....shes actually called Laura but i am so bad remembering names when i first met her i ended up calling her lauren,moira,linda and eventually i settled for Nora.
    Will she be able to cope with my early morning blues and victor meldrew tendancies and love of old films? will I be able to cope with living with someone again after so long and having to suffer Judge Judy and Holioaks and X-factor on my telly which should only normally be used for veiwing documentarys and comedy and decent non female based/love related films?
     
    Time will tell but its going to be fun finding out and im bloody looking forward to it
  17. saltysplash
    Im not sure if this will work but Im gonna try and do a Blog on another site, Not that I have anything at all against this site, far from it, I just feel it might make it a little more personal to Laura and myself.
     
    The Canal World Blog is very simple and easy to use and has been a great start for me but now, Im gonna spend hours struggling with links and fings and then give up and come back to this blog!!!!!! see given up already.
     
     
    If you enjoy what you have read here maybe you would care to read further at http://saltysplash.blogspot.com/
     
    If that link dont work then im done for
     
    Any comments and suggestions are always very welcome, even critical ones.......we all have to be ready to learn...apparently
     
    So any usefull advice on how to post links and pics on the new blog will be more than welcome
     
     
    Cheers folks, an if you see more posts here you can be sure the new blog is just too much for my small IT brain to cope with
  18. saltysplash
    Ernest Shackleton wouldve been proud of us.
     
    We decided to try again and get up to the winding hole to turn Lady Elgar round. With Laura on the bow with the pole swishing as much weed away from us a poss, we managed to get half way along the moorings before we came to a dead stop with the prop choked with weed. This time we both plonked ourselves on the bow and pulled over alongside the moored boats. While I poled us punt style Laura kept us from touching the boats. We made slow but steady progress and eventually reached bridge 7 at the end of the moorings where Neil said the weed was much less. I cleared the prop and we set off with no problems this time. We passed a boat coming towards us from Slough and we both comented on our slow progress back at the moorings. They had resorted to bow haulng their boat.
     
    We turned with no problem and chugged back towards the moorings, This time our plan of action was me on the front with the pole and Laura steering but with increased revs in an effort to push our way through as far as poss before we have to resort to the pole again. As we approached the bridge I could see the boat we had passed already alongside the tow path as they pulled their boat with ropes. I was managing to clear great swarths of weed from our path and we soon caught up with our fellow sufferers. As herbie had done I offered them a tow but they declined and asit happened, shortly afterwards we came to a stop but we had made great progress and didnt have too far to go before I knew we would reach the clearer bits. Once past the 2nd wide beam we again cleared the prop and pushed ourselves back into the channel and managed to cruise back to our mooring with no further visits to the weed hatch....deep joy.
     
    That 1 mile to the winding hole and the mile back took us just under 3 hours but it is nice having the boat the right way round...or at least the way round we like..if that makes sense.
     
    Things then began to look up even more. Laura had lost her boat keys at Apsley water point last week and she just phoned BW who confirm they have got the keys....yipeee
  19. saltysplash
    Sunday morning saw me up at half 8 to get ready to poodle up the arm to the winding hole and let Herbie go off for her 2 week cruise to the River Wey.
     
    I met Neil at the stern as he was just prepering Herbies weed hatch, we both fired up the engines and I set off for the Windly windly hole. Within 30 seconds it was obvious i had some serious weed on the prop as there was a fair amount either side of the apparantly clear channel. Within 100 yards from the mooring I had come to a standstill with the prop wash being pushed eitherside of the stern instead of past the prop. I indicated to Neil that I was pulling over and he gave me the impression he was having similar trouble.
     
    Neil however, managed to keep Herbie chugging forward while i dived into the weedhatch and spent 10 mins clearing horrible tangly blankety type weed which had the consistancy of netting.
    Once clear I returned topside to see Herbie still crawling forward and Cath on the bow with the boat pole clearing weed from their path. I pushe Lady Elgar out back into the channel and pressed forward. within 100 yards we had again come to a dead stop. Again I dived into the weed hatch to find even more of the stuff.
    At the 6th attempt of this exercise I thought enough was enough and decided to bow haul her to the next bridge where I had seen Herbie disappear and the weed looked clearer. After another few yards I now saw herbie coming back towards us, they had been upto the winding hole and turned round which takes about half an hour so we decided to wait for them to pass before carrying on.
    As neil approached he offered a tow back to the mooring.....I was too shagged to resist and despite obviously his prop having some weed on it Herbie did a marvelous job of pulling Lady Elgar the few hundred yards back to the mooring...He even managed to take a photo of us while doing so......"thats going on the blog" syas he...lol
     
    They pressed on and we waved them goodbye in the hope thay have a fantastic trip.
     
     
    We are going to try again tomorrow to brave the swamp that is the Slough Arm.....if I can just get her out into the clear bit before engaging the prop.
  20. saltysplash
    Day 20
     
    The morning broke dry and lovely. Following a couple of brews we fired up and cast off, Nora working the swing bridge and 1st lock while we kept looking behind us in the hope of seeing a boat coming down behind us who we might share with.
     
    Its wasnt to be so we slowly dropped down the heavily locked Hemel Hempstead section and arrived at the santary station at Apsley to take on and drop off fluids. A bot had decided to chain themselves up to a large protion of the services mooring so we pulled in behind them and in turn took up a portion of the lock mooring. Knowing it would probably be a long fill, I toddled off over the bridge to nip into Sainsburys for a quick top up on supplies. Rather wish I hadnt as it mustve been pension day and the checkout women were more concerned with chatting to each other about Sandra's 30th wedding anniversary than getting me through with my meagre items.
     
    I eventually exited the store and as I crossed the bridge saw 2 motorboats going up in the lock and a couple of boats just exiting the lock above and Nora looking stressed. Typical, we'd not seen any other traffic all day then it becomes busy just as ive been a bit cheeky and gone shopping while taking on water. As it happens, it appears no one wished to use the services while Nora had been using them, the two motorboats decamped from the lock and headed on towards the next lock and the two boats coming down started hammering pins into the ground to tie up, so we fired up, packed away the hose and dropped down the lock.
     
    The next lock at apsley mills was obviously in our favour and the two motors had left both gates open, probably re-living old times. I deposited Nora on the starboard side and brought Lady Elgar to a stop on the portside so we could both close a gate each. I then saw a chap emerge at the steps by the bottom gates and could see the roof of his boat just infront of the bottom gates. Thats gonna get lively when the paddles are raised thought I and as soon as both top gates were shut, this chap began winding. he then darted across to the other paddle and began winding again, wthin seconds two loud crashes occured and I could see both gates bouncing as this chaps boat began to ram into them. GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME. He very quickly ran back across the gates and down to his boat, then all I could hear was the sound of an engine being rev'd very hard, obviously in an effort to excape from the draw of the gate paddles. Nora then dropped both gate paddles and some normality returned and the chap managed to reverse away from the gates. Paddles up again and gate eventually open. This chap now placed himself in front of the open gate as I was exiting. The boat was only about a 40 footer at the most and painted in camoflague.
    He didnt wait for me to clear but came steadly forward. I managed to just get out of the way avaoiding some very nast looking spikes that he had on the front of his Bow, Obviously used for when attacking the Carthaginian fleet.
    Once Id got Nora back on board we agreed that he was obviously in a hurry to get somewhere. Apparantly, it was the spikes on the front of his boat that had got trapped in the gates preventing him from being able to reverse away from them.....what a strange fellow.
     
    Unfortunately, no further excitment occured and we made the steady descent sharing the lock work a couple at a time. It was about half four by the time we reached Lady capels lock and our intention to moor opposite the golf course was thwarted by boats there before us so we dropped down into Cassiobury park and eventually tied up just below Iron bridge lock.
     
    Another BBQ was set up rather quickly as the sky was darkening and the wind freshening, and sure enough, just as Nora had watered the plants and I was finishing off caramalising the Lamb chops, the rain began to fall and we shut up shop and settled down to eat while watching series one of Phoenix Nights.
     
    A very pleasent days cruising of 6 hours and 19 locks. We are now within the M25 boundary and already the thought of having to return to work looms.
     

     

  21. saltysplash
    Day 19
     
    According to the Log we started up the Perkins at 11.30am after I had cleaned away the BBQ from the night before and taken down the Sky dish. The weather didnt look at all promising and there were spots of rain in the air.
     
    Sure enough within 10 mins of setting off a couple of very heavy squalls washed everything down and blew everything about. Then out came the sun for a bit and all was calm again. Just after passing the flour mill a heavy squall hit us again at the same point as I saw the nose of a narrowboat come into view. The Wendover arm is very narrow and shallow so trying to see through the rain we slowly passed each other and it turned out to be Ralentando who I think we shared leighton lock with a couple of days earlier. A second boat then passed and out came the sun again this time for good although the wind gusted most of the day.
     
    Turned back onto the main line at bulbourne junction and set off towards Cowroast armed with sausage butties for sustanance.
    We needed to dump rubbish and the Elsan at Cowroast and as we approached the lock I could see a boat in, about to go down. the gate then opened and it appeared that they would wait for us, which is nice, but I signalled my intention to pull over to use the services and saw they understood by the gate slowly closing.
    We pulled over and tied up and were approached by the chap going down the lock.....It was our chums from yesterday on Megan, He said he'd wait at the next lock for us so it was with good company that we descended down to Berkhampstead where we waved goodbye as they stopped to visit waitrose. We didnt need the bank any more as we had solved our problem 'online' earlier.
     
    The wind was still giving it large in gusts but the sun shone throughout. A number of large boughs had obviously been brought down in the strong winds but nothing that blocked the canal.
     
    We eventually arrived at our destination, Winkwell swing bridge and the Three Horseshoes pub and moored in the pound just a few meters away from where Lady Elgar once had an old willow tree collapse on her back in 1995.
     
    The guide book states that the Three Horseshoes is haunted by two ghosts. A highwayman and an old lady, So after our very excellent meal we repaired to the tack room and sampled some black sheep ale and a pint of broadside. Although Nora was convinced she had her arm tweeked and saw a shadow in a corner (in a shadowey room) no shouts of STAND AND DELIVER disturbed our evening.
     
     

     

     

     

  22. saltysplash
    Day 18
     
    We departed the Globe in lovely sunshine and in anticipation of the 18 locks ahead of us.
    A planned short stop at Tesco in Leighton Buzzard refilled some cupboards and fluid cabinet however the waterpoint proved to be defective. It doesn't take long to leave the town behind and after Grove lock the rolling hills and fields open up again giving excellent veiws over towards Woburn. We filled the water tank at the top of slapton lock and noticed a boat just entering the lock behind us. Goodie, if the dont stop for water we can share the climb uptowards Marsworth.
     
    Sure enough Megan and crew caught us up as we were preparing the next lock and we spent a very pleasent afternoon working the locks together. Im gonna have to start carrying a pen on the back with me so I can write peoples names down, My memory is shocking. Both the chap and lady were lovely people.
     
    We waved goodbye to mabel at Marsworth and we carried on up the seven locks to Bulbourne. Nora steered the flight.
    Nothing much worthy of note except when I arrived at the third lock it was half empty or half full depending on your point of view. I saw a couple of people at the top gates of the next lock but saw no activity to suggest anyone was coming down so I raised the paddles and emptied the half lock of water in our favour. I then saw the next lock being emptied so there was something coming down.
    They had exited their lock and were holding just in front of ours by the time our lock was nearly full. I think the lady on the narrowboat thought we had deliberatly emptied the lock which was in their favour as my hello was returned by the couple on the cabin cruiser but not by the Nb. Sorry folks, but it really was half an half. I still felt guilty though.
     
    No other traffic saw us at Bulbourne and we turned onto the narrow winding Wendover Arm. At the terminus 4 boats were in the prime positions but one of which was also moored in the winding hole which the wind managed to lay us alongside nicely. Nora managed to push the bows off and we eventually swung round and plonked ourselves in the same spot we had used last October.
     
    Nora made a lovely potato salad with scally onions and chives and I offered up the burt offerings to the BBQ Gods.
     
    The Wendover really is a lovely little canal and the moorings at little tring farm are fantastic and quiet.
     
    Slow speed on the internet here so no pics
    Today we start the long descent towards home
     
    Oh yes, MONEY MONEY MONEY. must vist the bank in Berkhampstead later
  23. saltysplash
    Day 15
     
    Opening the blinds this morning revealed drizzle and then some more drizzle.
    It was morning as well, about 6am. We knew we might get a bit of noise from the mainline railway nearby but hadn't bargained for the sheep with megaphones. Actually we did manage to drop off again and evenually arose about 10am....still drizzling...so a couple of cups of coffee and watched Takeshi's Castle.....Love the High Rollers.
     
    We cast off around about 11am with yours truly fully decked out in wet weather gear. It was still drizzling and it was that fine rain.....you know...the stuff that gets you wet through.
     
    At Gayton Junction we took on and dropped off the usual fluids and got chatting to another couple also taking on and dropping off, about sofa's, of all things, We where suddenly whistled at by a boat opposite and asked if we had finished.....ooppps, far too easy to get carried away...sorry folks.
     
    Laura had been looking forward to the Tunnel of Doom at Blisworth and BREAKFAST IN AMERICA/lunch was delayed for it
     

     
    There had been quite a fair bit of traffic this morning inspite of the rain and the tunnel mouth had the usual exhaust fumes shrouding its dark depths. We chugged through and only met one boat coming the otherway. I always think to myself what if this is a widebeam that aint arranged a passage, But no. twas a tug style Nb and we hailed each others darks shapes on the tillers as we passed.
     
    No space at the top of Stoke Bruerne so we dropped 2 locks and tied up to cook the breakfast we had missed for the tunnel. The full works except for my black pudding which had been taken over by mico organisms turning it an interesting bluey black colour....Its my fault for it being hidden at the far end of the fridge.
     
    Seeing the state of the sky and the prospect of further wet clothes we decided to set up the Sky Dish and close up for the day.
    Nora settled down to watch Hollyoaks and I for some strange reason fell asleep for the next 2 hours....
     
    For the evening meal we patroned the Boat Restaurant....An excellent meal of Wild mushrooms and fillet steak for Nora and Crayfish and Red Mullet for me.
     
    We skipped pudding and had a pint outside while watching an Alvechurch boat and a Bromley Youth Trust boat negotiate the top lock.
     
    Marstons Pedigree was very good.
    Weather report shows rather promising for tomorrow
     
    our mooring for tonight
     

     
     
    The centre duck was the only one to take bread from Nora's fingers
     

  24. saltysplash
    Day 13+14
     
    YESTERDAY saw us moored at Braunston and no phone signal and no Web an Walk signal for the first time this trip so no post was possible.
     
    We cast off from Fenny Compton and negotiated the lovely summit level of the Oxford winding around the hills and farms. Saw loads of young lambs and hundreds of tiny Moorhen chicks all along the level.
    Finally Napton windmill came into view in the distance and we started the descent at Marston Doles. Ive always enjoyed doing the Napton flight, the locks fill and empty pretty quick and its got lovely open views. We passed one or two boats coming up and there were about 2 boats following behind us.
     
    Still playing catch up on our sched, we didnt stop at the Folly but plodded on towards Braunston passing the new marina at Wigrams. I also noticed a boat builder had vanished since my last vist....or so i think, Im sure there was a boat builder not far after the bottom lock and before Napton Narrowboats, as we came under the bridge where I remembered it being, there was just a collection of demolished buildings. Perhaps I dreamed it all.
     
    Approaching Braunston We passed the sad sight of Forum member Carlt's boats Usk and Lucy. We really hope he manages to find someone who can rescue them even if its a hard standing place, before BW run off with their remains.
     
    Braunston certainly hadn't seen much change since my last visit unless I go back of course to the days of Ladyline in the Marina. Long lines of moored boats and no space. We eventually found a gap just before the Union Canal Carrier moorings but as I tied up I noticed that the bollards had Wheelchair symbols on the top of them, so I guess they were for disabled moorers, however no signd confirmed this but we wernt happy. We took a walk up the locks to the Admiral Nelson and saw a couple of spaces suitable in the pounds between other boats. Ive never been keen on mooring in pounds for obvious reasons but thats preferable to being pointed at for taking up disabled moorings.
     
    We eventually tied up between Locks 3+4 and after a shower and a rum an coke livener we mooched over to the Admiral Nelson to try and improve on the night before's meal. We needn't've tried. Just by looking at the menu it was obvious that everything was cooked fresh and all home prepared. Also, Adnams Bombadier and a couple of Ales which I cant remember the brewer....one ale was called Doombar and was very smooth and hoppy.
     
    laura chose the local butchers Sirloin on the bone and I had their allegedly famous Cod and Chips. All was fantastic. The batter on the Cod just flaked off and not a smudge of grease to be seen on the plate. Laura's steak was just sooooo tender......Well recomend the place if you wish to eat out in Braunston.
     
     
    This morning saw us both up and about by 9am and by the time I had prepared the engine for start up and took down the Satelite pole one boat had already gone up the locks, I saw movement at the lock below us and thought oh goody, maybe we could share with these. As I held Lady Elgar in the side, One of their crew walked past and asked if we were going up and would we care to share the locks.....smashing...is the pope etc etc.
     
    Our companions for these 3 locks were on a Black Prince Boat but the boat name escapes me. It turns out that as they approached the bottom lock, the boat that had just gone up ahead of us was in the lock and our Black Prince chums asked if they could share the locks, The private boat owners declined stating they were in a hurry!!!!!! there was only 2 of them and 4 of our BP friends. They were in such a hurry that they didnt even bother to close the top gates
     
    Their loss was our gain and what lovely people these 4 were. They were a day early on their reconning and had decided to go up the flight and go through the tunnel and then wind and go back again as they were not due back at Napton till tomorrow....lol..my kinda adventurers
     
    Lauras first ever Tunnel then appeared and to say she was excited was an understatement. The landslide from last year still blocks the apprach a bit but once lined up we could see the approch of atleast 2 boats coming towards us.
     

     

     
    The first boat we passed was actually towing another boat which explained all the clanging noises I could hear as we approached as it bounced from side to side in the tow boats wake. We eventually passed 5 boats in all without incident.
     

     

     
    At Norton Junction we teamed up with Narrowboat DJANGO for the descent of the Buckby flight. A lovely couple who where heading down to London after having wintered on the LLangollan.
     
    They stopped at Whilton for the chandlery and we waved goodbye.....if they ever read this then I hope you manage to get onto the Thames eventually.
     
    We finally came to a stop just past bugbrooke following a provsion stop at Weedon. We have the smell of a chicken Tikka simmering in the pan at the moment mmmmmmmm
  25. saltysplash
    Day 12
     
    Fired up the engine by 10.30am and toddled up towards the windly windly hole cum water point at Cropredy. While I held Lady Elgar into the side waiting in the queue, Nora plodded over to the Bridge Stores for some supplies. I was still queue waiting when she returned, Her bags seemed rather light. She was outraged! " they hardly have anything" said she......No bread, no veg, no potatos.......I sent her back with instructions for more Coke and Tobacco. She returned heavily laden and sheepishly said she found a back room this time with all we needed lol.
     
    Finally got our turn at the water point which has water pressure of biblical proportions. After our hose had flown out of the filler hole for the third time searching for suitable victims to drench we resorted to holding it in place.
     
    Eventually water tank full and toilet empty we set off up the first lock towards the summit level.
    There was a steady procession of boats coming down and at least one following behind us. Intermittant rain and strong winds were the order of the cruise. A young chap working a boat coming down the Lock at Cropredy informed me that he had dropped his windlass in front of the bottom gates at the next lock so if I had a magnet I might get some results. We had a good few attempts at trying to find his handle but eventually the boat behind us came into view so we had to leave it.....so if your in the area with a magnet.....Broadmoor Lock bottom gates may prove fruitfull.
     
    At Varneys Lock we waited for another boat to come down and again the boat behind us caught up just as Nora was steering through the bottom gates. I was just starting to pull the gates shut when, imagine my surprise to hear the top paddles being drawn by Mr Nobby Nobster of Nobbsville. Anyone who has cruised the South Oxford knows that most of these locks have a vicious draw on em so I have always taken the boat right upto the top gates where the water holds her in position. Lady Elgar suddenly shot forward in the grip of the flow and I called out to Nora to go full reverse. This made little difference and LE's button fender smacked into the cill. Nobby Nobster had toddled off back to his boat......I guess he mustve been in a real big hurry.
    The annoying thing, When things like that happen, Nora thinks its something shes done wrond and knocks her steering confidence when in reality there is nothing should couldve done to prevent the collision.
     
    No visable damage done to either LE or the lock, we exited, and approached the next lock. As I came in to drop Nora off I put LE into reverse and there was an almighty juddering and shacking from beneath me.....they certainly wernt GOOD VIBRATIONS.
    So I leaped off with the centre rope and we dragged the boat to a stop. Being so close to the lock we pulled her back off the lock holding area and tied up. I gave her a qick touch of reverse and the shaking and shuddering happend again with the steering step also vibrating, a short burst of forward gave no vibrating at all. I shut down the engine and had a smoke.
     
    Having read Trevors book 'Living The Dream' I had a slight inckling that the prop shaft had shifted backwards. I just didnt know if there where any sheared bolts or loose nuts.
    I lifted the floor in the Boatmans Cabin revealing the propshaft and it looked like it had shifted backwards a good half inch or more. What I couldnt see was the connection with the gearbox. There is an access hatch under the Battery box to assist in this so I set to, removing 2 of the four domestic batts to allow access to the joint.
    With everything eventually undone and 2 batts removed I checked the UV joint and found all secure? very strange.
     

     

     
    I went back to the BMC and pushed the propshaft forward back into its normal position.....I then tried to pull it back again but found I couldnt budge it.....the only thing I could find to tighten up was a small nut with an allen key head on the rear bearing. Everything else was tight.
     
    I reconnected all the batts and restarted the engine. Forwards gear no probs.......reverse...no probs either....all very strange....The only thing I could think of was that Noras emergency reverse from forward gear direct into full reverse mustve been enough to through the shaft backwards......We both made a mental note to always pause for a second or two before engaging reverse from forward.
     
    No further problems or troubles and we eventually tied up on the summit just past The Wharf Inn where we had promised ourselves an evening meal in the pub.
     

     
    Our evening meal proved to be quite amusing.
     
    Nora's starter was described as Mushrooms in a creamy garlic sauce.......They turned out to be thinly sliced button mushrroms in an hint of garlic oil.
    I had Filo Prawns with sweet chilli dip....Being a customer of Costco, I recognised them as coming from that fine emporium..."ya cant go wrong with deep fried stuff" I proudly announced to Nora as she filled with her mushrooms.
     
    While waiting for the next course a couple next to us were served their main....He complained that his Sausages in onion gravey ....had no gravey...The waitress said she would bring him some in a jug.
     
    Our steaks finally arrived but not the onion rings...We asked the waitress for vingegar, a fork and if our onion rings where expected...she said, " oh sorry, I normally work the bar, Im sure they will be here shortly, Ill just get your cutlery"
     
    The man next door finally got his gravey as he finished his last sausage.
     
    Our steaks wernt too bad but the chips were oven chips and Nora's veg were Raw, not even Al Dente. However when the onion rings arrived they were spanking hot...see ya cant go wrong with deep fried food.
     
    I appreciate that they must find it difficult surviving on summer trade but youd think they would at least get a chef who could cook instead of leaving it to Darren in a back room with a Deep Fat Fryer and a large bag of Tesco Value Mixed Salad.
     
    Braunston tomorrow....all being well
     
    PS its blowing a gale outside and I think ive just heard one of the roof pots of flowers blow over
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