River Dane Aqueduct to Crow Holt Bridge 52
Supplies were on board for a breakfast, best to use them up before they go off, plus it would give us fuel to work up the Bosley flight this morning. Tilly was given an hour to explore, returning in good time for our departure. Several boats arrived to go up the flight. Two ascended the first lock, here there is enough space to wind and then descend back to the long pound below. When we arrived one such boat was just starting to come back down, they’d had to empty the second lock to have sufficient water to wind. They were planning a cooked breakfast too, the lady stayed to help with gates and paddles leaving the men on board to put the frying pan on.
I opted to work the first few locks, knowing there would be some problems with levels on the flight, we could always swap over should we need to. The Bosley flight have double gates both top and bottom, meaning no heavy gates to push, you just have to do a bit of walking round as there is no walkway across the top gates.
Today would be spent trying to estimate whether there was sufficient water to get Oleanna over cills. At Lock 12, the bottom lock, it didn’t look too promising, I walked up to run some water through. Half a lock and the wave it created helped to get Oleanna out of the lock and into the pound on the corner.
The next pound also looked a touch low, we’d not see any by washes flowing today on the flight. Third lock up there was a boat coming down, that would help with levels. They were taking their time, so when Mick could step off Oleanna I walked up to lend a hand. As I went to lift a paddle I turned to check the chap on the boat was ready, his partner said, ‘you won’t get anything from him!’ Oh well, if something happened as the boat descended I’d be blaming it on the bottle of red at the stern.
We thankfully seemed to meet downhill boats at most locks, bringing down water with them, rather than us robbing Peter to pay Paul. People kept mentioning the pound between locks 6 and 7 being really low, but they also mentioned that it was most probably sorted by now, but keeping to the middle would help.
At every lock I’d gauge how far down the cill was before the water raised over it. Trying to work out where the level would need to be for Oleanna to get over the cill, every pound looking a good 18″ to 2ft low.
I requested my walking pole. I’d rather be operating the locks than trying to get Oleanna out of a fix due to low water. The A team were needed both on the ground and at the helm, if my knee complained I’ve a few days rest before anymore locks.
Up lock 7, I could see a boat just coming into 6. I lifted the paddles at 7 and up rose Oleanna, the level stopping a good couple of feet low. Mick brought Oleanna out of the lock, enough water, and then reversed back in so as to avoid any affects from the building wind the higher we got on the flight. Water came down from above and then both boats headed across the pound. Oleanna had already grounded by the time the downhill boat got close. They got closer still just about nudging one another before the other boat could continue.
Oleanna didn’t slide back into the channel as hoped as the other boat headed away. Plenty of revs, swilling up the mud, it took some time to get free and back heading to the lock. Then she stopped again. We’d need more water no matter what. The pound above looked okay, hopefully a wave of water would lift her and get her moving again. I wound up a paddle, it had the required effect, Oleanna started to move again, only to stop short of the lock. More water required enough to help her in over the bottom cill. Here’s hoping there was enough water in the pound above to reach the next lock.
Was that a boat ahead coming down or going up? I’ve been fooled heading to lock 5 before as it’s actually lock 4 where you can see people moving. Which ever lock it was they were heading away from us.
I walked up to lock 4, leaving Mick to close the gates behind as he exited. Only the wind caught Oleanna’s bow, pushing it towards the towpath and leaving it there on the bottom. Mick reversed back to the lock and tried to straighten her out, to no avail. The boat pole was needed to give her a big shove, this took time for her to start moving, then it was get back on board quickly before it could happen again.
The higher you get on the flight the better the views. Today the sun was out, only a few clouds in the sky, just a shame that the wind was getting stronger. In the past we’ve had fog, we’ve had murmuration’s of birds, we’ve had very hot days sandwiched between two single handers, plus we’ve had lots of mud. But every time we’ve enjoyed the flight.
A downhill boat came into view, but they were pinned against the bank by the wind below Lock 2. The lady went to help. Pole and engine together got them moving and into the lock, more water for the pound below. I warned them about the levels further down, the lady warned me about the level up to lock 1!
I walked on ahead, not wanting to end up with both of us on the boat stuck in the middle, not being able to let water down. But the pound was pretty good, just about on the bywash, the only one that had been!
We rose up to the top. The A team had succeeded bringing Oleanna onto the summit pound of the Macclesfield Canal. Low levels hadn’t stopped us and Mick being at the helm giving her some wellie helped too and thankfully the lock gates were light enough not to cause me problems.
Water, rubbish and yellow water were sorted. Then we fought our way off the bank and gradually cruised our way past the line of moored boats without the wind pushing us into them. Time to moor up. Thankfully there was some armco a short distance on which would do us. Tilly was given three hours shore leave, most of which she used despite rumbles of thunder rolling around the hills.
The wind got stronger. The rain came, thunder, lightening, a few good cracks. The upturned pan over the mushroom vent PINGed as rain hit it. One or two rogue drips made it inside, but it was far far better than it had been with a rusty bottomed mushroom vent. Here’s hoping the pan is still there in the morning!
12 locks, 1.7 miles, 1 bottom cill, 4 top cills, 0nly just enough water, 6 or 8 downhill boats, 2 poles, 1 attempted push, 1 full water tank, 1 empty wee tank, 27 cracks of thunder, 1 very very close, 1 upturned pan pinging away.
