22.06.16
Moored in Crick on Monday afternoon opposite the marina. Took a stroll into the village which is very pretty and well kept. We had a beer at The Wheatsheaf, got online to put the last few blogs on, which is now more difficult because the app Blogpress is now defunct and photos have to be uploaded in a different way which I have yet to master. As a consequence of Blogpress folding, we have also lost all our photos on our blog, going back to 2012 when we started it. Infuriating.
We bought some supplies in the co op, got back to the boat without the tea, coffee and butter we had gone for! My brain has definitely turned to mush with all the 'mum' stuff going through it.
On Tuesday we turned for home and the sun appeared for short bursts. We had a wait for the 'one-way' single locks of the Watford flight. CRT volunteers and the lock keeper helped us through and Pete got told off for leaving the ratchet off after lowering the paddle mechanism! " the ratchet should NEVER be left off", said the volunteer with a sharp tone - something we had never considered important before - oh dear.
Our mooring short of the Norton Junction turn was peaceful and green as is all the countryside at the moment with pink and white dog roses, cow parsley, flag irises, daisies and buttercups everywhere along the towpaths. The sun popped out again as we had a glass of wine in the bow. Peace.
Back through the Braunston tunnel on Wednesday. Not an easy run as we were behind a dawdling boat and it is harder to steer a central path at tick-over speed. Also there were 4 boats coming in the opposite direction so we scraped our side a couple of times. Pete's undercoat now needs re-doing! Tunnel lights now seem to be LEDs a lot of the time, unlike our old tungsten bulb light, and they are very bright coming at you making it even harder to navigate. Journeying through tunnels is not a pleasant experience at the best of times and we were glad when we got through to daylight again.
Then we locked through the double locks with a very sweet old man and his dog, Megan. He was such a boatman; knew totally what he was doing which made my manoeuvres easy. I remarked how well behaved and sensible his dog was as she hopped on and off the boat in locks and waited for him at the bottom gates to get back on board as he came through. He told me she had worked it all out for herself over time. She was as gentle and smiley as her owner.
Another night of EU referendum debates on TV, a mass of statistics peppered with some logical arguments, all totally confusing with many still undecided and tomorrow is decision day.
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Moored in Crick on Monday afternoon opposite the marina. Took a stroll into the village which is very pretty and well kept. We had a beer at The Wheatsheaf, got online to put the last few blogs on, which is now more difficult because the app Blogpress is now defunct and photos have to be uploaded in a different way which I have yet to master. As a consequence of Blogpress folding, we have also lost all our photos on our blog, going back to 2012 when we started it. Infuriating.
We bought some supplies in the co op, got back to the boat without the tea, coffee and butter we had gone for! My brain has definitely turned to mush with all the 'mum' stuff going through it.
On Tuesday we turned for home and the sun appeared for short bursts. We had a wait for the 'one-way' single locks of the Watford flight. CRT volunteers and the lock keeper helped us through and Pete got told off for leaving the ratchet off after lowering the paddle mechanism! " the ratchet should NEVER be left off", said the volunteer with a sharp tone - something we had never considered important before - oh dear.
Our mooring short of the Norton Junction turn was peaceful and green as is all the countryside at the moment with pink and white dog roses, cow parsley, flag irises, daisies and buttercups everywhere along the towpaths. The sun popped out again as we had a glass of wine in the bow. Peace.
Back through the Braunston tunnel on Wednesday. Not an easy run as we were behind a dawdling boat and it is harder to steer a central path at tick-over speed. Also there were 4 boats coming in the opposite direction so we scraped our side a couple of times. Pete's undercoat now needs re-doing! Tunnel lights now seem to be LEDs a lot of the time, unlike our old tungsten bulb light, and they are very bright coming at you making it even harder to navigate. Journeying through tunnels is not a pleasant experience at the best of times and we were glad when we got through to daylight again.
Then we locked through the double locks with a very sweet old man and his dog, Megan. He was such a boatman; knew totally what he was doing which made my manoeuvres easy. I remarked how well behaved and sensible his dog was as she hopped on and off the boat in locks and waited for him at the bottom gates to get back on board as he came through. He told me she had worked it all out for herself over time. She was as gentle and smiley as her owner.
Another night of EU referendum debates on TV, a mass of statistics peppered with some logical arguments, all totally confusing with many still undecided and tomorrow is decision day.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
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