Moored at foot of Bosley Locks in a sheltered spot thinking that we were wise stopping short of the aqueduct where it was very open. Wrong! The wind whistled all night again, not to mention the frogs wedged down the side of the boat who 'rivitted' all night as well. ( thought it was a dog barking in the distance to start with)!
Today was Sara's most unlikeable day. I hate wind with a passion. I want to punch it into submission. The boat decides it can do what it likes, skitting and skimming into banks and locksides as it pleases; 2 fingers up to us! Then I stupidly decide we need to wash some clothes and peg them out on our flimsy hooked-on clothes horse over the side. They were so heavy being wet that I thought nothing of it. 2 hours later; no sign of them. 2 good t shirts of Pete's plus a good thermal vest, 1 t shirt of mine plus vest I particularly liked plus pegs - and the clothes horse contraption which was very useful but obviously not heavy enough for purpose. Learnt my lesson the hard way! Fully expected them to turn up wound round the propeller this morning, but no - - the frogs however.......
And to make matters worse, the TV aerial had decided to work for once which was good having had no signal from that or the satellite for some nights so that we caught up on the news, largely the Thatcher funeral, but then it 'all went up the pictures' ( to use my dad's expression) when the screen went black - our old indoor aerial finally giving up the ghost. I now realise how sad I am needing TV - it makes me furious when I don't have the choice. Pete however, no problem, not important, can sit and watch the fire!! After nearly 20 years together I wonder if we are compatible!
Today, Thursday, against sodding wind, we progressed up the locks.. 12 Telford built. Because we had lovingly repainted the gunwale and all its knocks yesterday and I didn't want to chip it again driving in the wind, and having read the top gates were 2s, not just one f....off one which are impossible for me, I gaily said I will do some......... managed 5. Top paddles were horrendous. Pete should have married a ten ton Tess who wasn't deaf (I can't hear his wise instructions). Good job we are in the middle of nowhere for the expletives I let rip.
Tonight, however, it all comes good again. We moor in the picturesque foothills of the Pennines - just South of Macclesfield in a place called Sutton Lane End where we find a stylish tranquil pub/restaurant to eat and drink. The wind has dropped, there is total silence...... Oh yes, this is what boating's about, I remember now.
Today was Sara's most unlikeable day. I hate wind with a passion. I want to punch it into submission. The boat decides it can do what it likes, skitting and skimming into banks and locksides as it pleases; 2 fingers up to us! Then I stupidly decide we need to wash some clothes and peg them out on our flimsy hooked-on clothes horse over the side. They were so heavy being wet that I thought nothing of it. 2 hours later; no sign of them. 2 good t shirts of Pete's plus a good thermal vest, 1 t shirt of mine plus vest I particularly liked plus pegs - and the clothes horse contraption which was very useful but obviously not heavy enough for purpose. Learnt my lesson the hard way! Fully expected them to turn up wound round the propeller this morning, but no - - the frogs however.......
And to make matters worse, the TV aerial had decided to work for once which was good having had no signal from that or the satellite for some nights so that we caught up on the news, largely the Thatcher funeral, but then it 'all went up the pictures' ( to use my dad's expression) when the screen went black - our old indoor aerial finally giving up the ghost. I now realise how sad I am needing TV - it makes me furious when I don't have the choice. Pete however, no problem, not important, can sit and watch the fire!! After nearly 20 years together I wonder if we are compatible!
Today, Thursday, against sodding wind, we progressed up the locks.. 12 Telford built. Because we had lovingly repainted the gunwale and all its knocks yesterday and I didn't want to chip it again driving in the wind, and having read the top gates were 2s, not just one f....off one which are impossible for me, I gaily said I will do some......... managed 5. Top paddles were horrendous. Pete should have married a ten ton Tess who wasn't deaf (I can't hear his wise instructions). Good job we are in the middle of nowhere for the expletives I let rip.
Tonight, however, it all comes good again. We moor in the picturesque foothills of the Pennines - just South of Macclesfield in a place called Sutton Lane End where we find a stylish tranquil pub/restaurant to eat and drink. The wind has dropped, there is total silence...... Oh yes, this is what boating's about, I remember now.
Good stuff. Keep it coming.
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