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|Christmas tree going bonkers, but will it still fit inside this year?!|
|Just had to check on them before disappearing again|
|Tilly’s fish kept her occupied this morning|
No hold ups for us this morning and it appeared that today we got the wonderful weather we’d been promised for yesterday, sun all day long.
|Surrounded by tuperware not the most accessible pump|
Mick last night had walked up to look at Supreme Marine Boat Yard to see if they sold diesel. With no towpath access he walked over the bridge to look. There seemed to be nothing obvious at the yard. However when we pushed off this morning we could see the bold lettering on the side of a breeze block wall. But in defence of Mick, needing new glasses, everywhere was filled with cruisers. Not too inviting to pull up against to fill your tank. So we carried on.
|Wonder what their second mate is called?|
We passed NB Nelson’s Lady who we moored with at Crick a few years ago. This is the boat with the trike on the bow, although it was parked up on the towpath today. It also looks like they now have a second mate too. No one was in view so we couldn’t say hello, although they will remember us as being yellow.
|Going through the flood lock|
Castleford Flood Lock was open at both ends, so plain sailing through today. The lock is so big it looks like you’d be able to wind in it if it wasn’t for a few bits and pieces sticking up out of the water.
|The old route shown with dashed lines|
Three and a half miles of river. We tried to spot where an old cut had been that is shown on the Waterways Routes map, but there were very few signs of where it had once been. On the old canal there had been Kipax Locks and Lemon Royd Lock, today these have been replaced by one very deep lock Lemonroyd Lock. At 14ft 7″ it is deep, with it’s length and width too there is one heck of a lot of water in that chamber.
|Lock to the left, weir to the right|
|Emptying the lock, Oleanna well back|
We pulled up on the lock landing at some distance away. With the key in the panel I checked that Mick and Oleanna were okay before I started to empty the chamber. A thumbs up came back and I pressed the button. The paddles raise by themselves at intervals.
|You really wouldn’t want to be down there!|
Looking on the chamber side of the gates the level slowly lowers, the other side is totally different. This is certainly not a lock you want to nudge the gates of as it empties!
|Filling the lock|
Mick held tight to the centre line passed round a yellow riser as far back in the chamber as possible. Thumbs up and I pressed the button to start filling the huge chamber. Once pressed I have no control, other than to press the emergency stop button, the paddles work themselves, slowly raising the level of water. Staying back in the chamber makes for a gentler rise.
|People working on their boats|
We’d been thinking of mooring up opposite Lemonroyd Marina for the rest of the day, but a lot of people looked like they’d taken root there. Anyway the aroma from the nearby sewage works was off putting so we moved along the cut looking for the next suitable place.
|A rather nice mooring|
A small m was shown on our map just after a disused arm, nobody was there. We managed to get ourselves positioned between trees to make the most of the bright sunshine. Tilly was out straight away, the silver birch trees being conquered within minutes.
Whilst Tilly hunted, Mick chopped wood and did some work on the blog move, I got on with some work. I want to get my illustrations for the Separate Doors 3 report done before I launch into panto. Another half day will see them completed, then I can turn my attention to East End London in the 1960’s.
|They were rather yummy|
With quite a few off cuts of pastry left over from yesterday and half a pot of ricotta cheese I decided to put them to good use and made some Lemon Puffs. Well when at Lemonroyd I just had to!
|Day 2 grapes removed and starter fed|
|Asleep where she should be|
Only having an hour I was a bit miffed with all the woofers this morning, so came home until they had all gone. Half an hour left on the clock Tom opened the back door again, no noticeable woofers and I was off. I still needed to check out what those deer had been up to the other day, so headed off down the field.
|Gateforth Wharf is empty again|
We were all ready for the off once the second mate was locked inside. Today we’d wanted to get a good days cruising under the bow, at least we’d only lost half an hour, I suspect it could have been longer!
|Rubbish field now ploughed ready to be good again|
Haddlesey Lock needed setting as paddles at both ends were lifted to help keep the pound topped up, but we were soon through it and turning out onto the Aire to wind our way back upstream. The weather had meant to be really good today, but it was cloudy and quite chilly out on the river.
|Approaching Beal Lock|
The top gates at Beal Lock were a touch obstinate again, not wanting to close. But with the assistance of the paddles and extra shoving they came together in the end so that we could make our way up, only to do the same as we left. Here we paused on the pontoon to empty the yellow water tank and have some lunch before heading onwards.
|Bank Bloomin Dole|
To our surprise Bank Dole Lock was full with the top gates closed. The boat I’d let through the swing bridge in Selby must have filled it, maybe they had only just gone through, or spent all night filling it!. We emptied it whilst trying to help a cyclist who was asking for directions to York (we only know it by water so couldn’t help much). The gates take so much to move them on this bloomin lock and then with only one paddle working!
|Nothing to do with me!|
The wind then caught us and made getting off the side very hard. With the overhang here Mick didn’t want to use a reverse Andy move as that might have trapped the stern under it. So pushing out the stern, blasts on the bowthruster. In the end we got away but sadly something must have got inside the bowthruster tube, we’ve a blown fuse again! We so don’t like Bank Dole!!
|Ferrybridge Lock with the cooling towers and old A1 road bridge|
We pootled along back to Ferrybridge Lock. Here the levels have equalised since the floods and we were able to go straight through the flood lock. Cooling towers straight ahead, only to turn under the road bridges before we bumped into them.
|John Carr’s bridge|
The very first bridge here was built in 1198 an important crossing. Ferrybridge Old Bridge was designed by John Carr in 1797 (he established my Dad’s architectural practice in York) you can see many of his bridges around the north of England, this one is Grade 1 listed. It carried the Great North Road across the Aire. The next bridge to be built dominates the view as you leave the lock was built in 1967 to carry the old A1, now the A162.
Further along is the new A1M road bridge bigger, higher, wider than it’s predecessors and further away from the cooling towers which opened in 2006. During my childhood and early driving years Ferrybridge was where you turned onto the M62 to head to Manchester, so those towers mean a lot to me.
|Until next time|
The power station sits alongside the river, the cooling towers no longer in use. The wharf where coal used to be taken from boats still stands, diagonal covered conveyors crisscross the view. Then as if they’d never been there the towers vanish out of view. Time to say farewell to the Norf.
|Fairburn Railway Bridge|
Getting on for an hour and a half the next reach of the river broadens, old industrial sites now greened over, the occasional basin off to the side. At Fairburn Railway Bridge chaps were erecting a mass of scaffolding. Huge pontoons surrounding the bridge on both sides leaving enough room for boats to pass through.
NB Pearl came past as we approached Bulholme Lock, the only boat moving today. Despite the lock being almost empty it took some time to level out with the river. The panel here has lights so you don’t have to guess when the water is level. One mental note for next time, the sluices all open on the starboard side as you come up, so it might have been better to pass a rope up on the port side as that is where Oleanna wanted to go!
|Back to big locks|
Numerous boats lined the cut, including Freda Carless we’d seen at Pollington. luckily there was a gap where the side is low, making getting on and off easier. A quick look round and we decided that here was not suitable for cats, we’ll move on tomorrow to find somewhere better for Tilly.
With my organic grapes I started my sour dough starter, a thick sludge that I hope will become more fluid over the coming days. It’s been put on my proving shelf to keep warm ad out of Tilly’s way.
Then with some of my GF pastry I made us a couple of Salmon en croute. Duncan, it was very tasty! We’ve still got the other one to enjoy in a day or two.
This evening we have finally made the decision to move the blog. There is lots to get sorted before the move, I’m leaving most of it to my IT assistant. We’ll let you know before the new blog goes live and we’re hoping to make the move as easy as possible, we may even be able to move all the millions of words I’ve written over the years so that they are all in one place.
5 locks, 1 straight through, 1 key of power operated, 14.04 miles, 1 proper days cruise, 1
AWOL busy cat, 1 ploughed field, 1 empty wee tank, 30 minutes, 200 amp fuse blown, 1 parking meter, 4 herons, 1 kingfisher, 7 oyster catchers, 1 low sided mooring, 2 yummy parcels of salmon, 1 blog on the move.
|Selby Rail Swing Bridge|
|Mark and Mick, old school friends|
|All ticked off for another year|
|Selby Abbey again|
|Leaving Selby behind|
|Now you see it|
|Now you don’t|
|The boys in the sun|
|Another year another licence|
A shame as the weather forecast for Wednesday looks really nice for a cruise and checking the webcam in central York the river looks like is is just about back to normal, people sitting out on the bank drinking. We know we’ll be back, at some point.
We pootled along in the sunshine, clouds of Blackthorn blossom clinging to the hedgerows, a wonderful site.
|A cruiser slap bang in the middle of the moorings!|
At Selby Boat Centre a boat stuck out across the cut, it was being worked on, having it’s outboard motor seen to, so being stern end in was needed, a good job it was a short boat. We’ve stopped here once before and had to breast up to have a look in the chandlers, we were after chain for our anchor and new mooring ropes. The chap we’d moored alongside sold us some ropes as the chandlery wasn’t manned. Mick returned on a later day buying a length of second hand chain which did the job.
|Selby Boat Centre|
The last obstacle coming into the basin is a swing bridge. The road over it doesn’t seem that busy until you stop the traffic, then vehicles and pedestrians flock to wait to cross. As I hopped off the boat with the key of power I could see that a boat was coming towards us from the basin. I reached the panel before their crew got off and waved them through. The bridge was open for longer meaning more people had to wait.
|Selby Lock out onto the tidal Ouse|
|Bottom gates padlocked shut|
Once moored up we walked up to the lock to have a look. Nobody about, all gates closed, those facing out onto the river were padlocked in position so that they couldn’t swing open with the tides. The tide was heading out to the North Sea, not much detritus going with it though. We’ve been told to wait for a tree to go past before exiting the lock in the past. Going in and out of Selby Lock is a treat that will have to wait for another time.
|Tide going out below the lock|
We walked into town for some shopping. I also wanted to see how far away the nearest vets was. Tilly is due her annual injections in the next couple of weeks, but the vets here is just that bit too far to carry her in her Escape Pod. She hates cars and panics making it very hard to hang on to her carrier. I’m hoping we’ll reach Sowerby Bridge in time where there is a vet just across one road from the basin there.
0 locks, 1 broken, 3.84 miles, 1 swing bridge, 4 cars, 1 bike, 1 dog, 10 pedestrians, 1 pram held up, 2nd boat through, 0 duckweed, 2 padlocks, 2 far, 2 noisy, 4 bananas, 5 bramleys, 1 box cereal, 0 wine (too far to carry any), 1 meeting arranged, 2 tickets booked, 1 dinner date with brother and nephew booked.
|Chocolate Box bridge this morning|
Whilst they had breakfast I was allowed out for an hour. There really wasn’t much point I’d checked out all the good holes and found any friends to be found yesterday, so I stayed close and was home well in time for them to move the outside again.
|The other way|
Tree stumps, plenty of friendly cover. Before I got to check out what was behind the sideways trees she was calling me back and trying to pick me up. I wasn’t having any of that! I still had six hour and twenty six minutes left!!
From across the field we could hear screaming. Not kids playing screaming, but serious screaming. There were a couple of horses galloping across the field. My first thought was that it could be a hunt, I wanted Tilly back in doors if it was. A cat was killed last year in Norbury by hounds and this was not a fate for Tilly.
|Now this IS a Field|
With all this going on I went to have a look. For as far as my cat vision could see there were fields. Fields with things growing in them, just for me! It tasted quite good,even the local deer must have agreed as they were munching it a mile away.
|Hard to get a good look round|
This outside sadly doesn’t get a Mrs Tilly stamp. Why when there is so much to do? Well it’s because it’s far too high. When I get off the boat I always have a quick look round to be aware of my surroundings. But here all I can see is a big stone wall, behind that is a bit of a hill, so I have to sit up very tall to check it’s safe. One time there was a rudy great big horse! I did see that one, because it was sooo big!
|Trial with ink and colour|
|The first colours being laid in for the front cover|
I got my paints and fine drawing pens out. Scanned the illustrations I’ve been doing to the highest resolution my scanner would let me, this was just in case I seriously messed up inking and colouring them in, then I’d have chance to go back and do them all again.
|What’s over there?|
During the afternoon a walk was called for, but Tilly was out. She soon showed her white tipped tail when we clambered off the boat. Instead of leaving her in charge she came with us for our walk, admittedly it wasn’t as far as we’d have gone without her. It also takes time as she gets distracted by any movement. But having her bound back to join you is great and quite often funny as she turns and does her cartoon arched back at you, for no reason what so ever.
0 locks, 1.28 miles, 2 chocolate box swans, 250 watts, 0.5 hours engine as we cruised, 1 high mooring, 2 fallen trees, 3 benches, 2 nails, 2 huge fields all mine, 1 bolted horse, 6 screams, 5 deer, 3 inked in sketches, 2 colours, 1 happy tired cat.