We did the Ridgeacre Branch last week, armed only with a Nicholson's and a naive belief that the two winding holes and a pub at the end meant we could get there.
After all, their Navigational Note does give warning about not getting to Bradley workshops out of working hours.
Wrong!!
Within 100 yards of turning in to the branch the prop turned up the infamous jet black muck, not nice to look at. We thought it was old engine oil dumped in the cut from the scrapyard nearby.
Now we know better!
Before we even got to the first winding hole the water was overgrown with floating islands of weed, all of which were just dying to get around the prop. Not wishing to put any part of myself into the black filth I relied on forward/reverse blasts, but gave up in the end.
Unable to turn and with no effective prop, we poled back until we could get Shirl ashore.
Bowhauled (sternhauled?) back to the first bit of bank, tied up and had a row over my determination to "colour in every damn bit of the map".
Needless to say, no more bits of map colouring happened this holiday.