Sykehouse Junction to Viking Marina
No rush to be away this morning, we’d woken to quite a bit of dew, so no point in trying to get some paint on the grabrail, it would have only got in the way anyway. So Tilly was allowed an hour of proper shore leave, her last for sometime.
When she came in, it was time to back up to the junction and turn towards Goole on our last cruise of the year. This makes me feel a bit sad, but planning for next year is already underway so there’s things to look forward to.
At the end of Southfield Reservoir there is a CRT base camp. Four portacabins sit between the canal and fishermen. Tugs, skip boats and diggers sit on the bank ready to send the next mound of earth to back fill the pilling.
Round the next bend on Drax Straight as we call it, is another length of bank being worked on. Here they’ve only just started to pile drive the piling into the canal bed. At the next bend is where the breach happened in 2020. Here signs state there is a culvert and not to use spud legs. Best not as they wouldn’t want to relive all the works that went on in 2021 to reopen the canal here.
The log cabin looks to be occupied now, despite the underside of the roof looking unfinished. A narrowboat moored alongside, maybe the cabin owners or just a coincidence. The alpacas have increased in numbers too and sheep now graze the opposite bank.
Just before Rawcliffe is the final bend of the canal. I can zoom in on my camera and see a blue stern. This used to make me think Exol Pride was in the docks, but I now know better as this was likely to be one of the gravel barges moored just after the diesel point at Viking Marina.
As we came in through Goole Docks caisson we spotted what had changed. A sunken cruiser where we’d never think to moor. Three boats on the 14 day mooring, one that seems to be a frequent visitor. The big widebeam that had been for sale outside the old Waterways Museum has gone.
Then a new big blue bum of a boat. Off Roader, used to be the Humber Princess and has had a make over. Designed to carry freight and possibly gravel, we believe it’s due to start work shortly.
We pulled in to the diesel point at Viking Marina, easier to get into now the floating dry dock has been moved. A phone call to let Laird know we’d arrived, the paperwork already started this morning. We had a look around the chandlery for a few items. If you’re not choosy about what colour boat you have there’s a bargain to be had in Rylard paints. Sadly nothing jumped out to us on our wants list, we’ll have to order from elsewhere. We had quite a chat with Laird about where we’ve been this year, apparently he had something to do with the restoration on the Basingstoke Canal way back when.
Key fob for the gate, diesel topped up at £0.90, the cheapest we’ve had all year. We knew where we were headed so reversed back to the entrance and then slotted in alongside another narrowboat. We’d hoped we’d be able to just step across, but we are just a touch longer making things a little awkward. Laird had given us the option to move to be bank side so in the afternoon he came to help us switch over. A lady watched on astounded at how the three of us did it. She said she could tell we’d done it before. Well Laird might have but we’ve not, it did however look like we knew what we were doing!
Settled and lunched Mick got the Brompton out and waved goodbye to me and Tilly. A train to Scarborough and a stop off at Pizza Tempo required for him on the way back to the house for the night.
Tilly and I pottered for a while. The big holdall was filled with clothes. Ikea bags started to be filled. Office cupboard sorted through for things we might need. All the things I’d brought with me to do paintings of the canals went in a bag, so far unused. Hopefully over winter I’ll make use of them. The hope is that this years Christmas card will be a painting.
There is only so much you can pack without moving it off the boat. Once Tilly’s excitement wains from being able to get in empty cupboards, the realisation of what is happening dawns on her and she needs reassuring. Sitting staring into space with her ears at odd angles is usually the first sign. I did manage to distract her by opening a tin of tuna to have with jacket potatoes. Mick insists that we follow the instruction manual we got when we first adopted her which says, ‘Never, ever, ever, no really never ever give your cat human food’. It is the only smell that catches her nose and pulls it up into the air. I wonder what she’d make of tuna if she was try some? But meany TOM won’t let me !!!
0 locks, 1 caisson, 6.6 miles, 1 wind, 3 skip boats, 1 disturbed lunchbreak, 1 new boat on the block, 73 litres, 90p! 1 do-ci-do, 1 bank side mooring, 1 last hour of shore leave, 1 Mick locked out, 1 Pip locked in, 1 girls night packing.
