Fishpond Lock to past Stubbs Bridge
Unblurry arms, Broch, Ferry reversing, halfwit candidates and double-barreled insight were topics of the Geraghty zoom this morning.
Tilly needed encouragement to return home this morning. I went calling in one direction but really should have looked at the quality of the trees the other way as that was where she came from. A pause to roll on the towpath (Tilly not me!) meant I could hoik her up and bundle her back on board before some walkers came past and delayed our plan for the day.
The water tank needed topping up, as I walked towards Woodlesford Lock I could see that a breasted up wide beam and narrowboat were making use of the services. We’d be carrying onwards through the lock more water points to choose from today.
At first my key of power didn’t seem to want to do much. The lights were working but that was all. A lift of the sluices helped to bring the panel into operation and we were accompanied down the lock by the big duck family that seem to have become teenagers in the last week. We pulled back on the lock landing/water point below to top up the tank. Pretty good pressure meant another load of washing went in the machine as we filled. Behind us the breasted up pair entered the lock, there was space for them to pull in, but they had taken quite sometime just getting into the lock, so we opted to move on before they exited the lock even if the water tank was only 3/4 full.
A fishing match lined the banks all the way to Lemonroyd and our nearest neighbour from the marina the other week, was sat on the mooring Oleanna had been on for ten days or so. Lemonroyd Lock was full, so we could go into it pretty quickly, no sign of the boats that had followed us down Woodlesford.
At the bottom end of the lock I could hear voices from below. Were there people swimming? Canoes? I went to have a look and spotted a few people fishing from the lock landing close to the lock. I went back to have a second look, the sight lines impossible to see into the corner. I pressed the button to open the sluices, the water careering out of the bottom of the lock. It turned out that there was a rib tied up below the lock, it was still bobbing about as we pulled away.
Down the river, numerous herons stood watching for fish, the sun shone, the wind was behind us, what a lovely day to be on the river. The first view of Castleford, those miserable houses where the rivers meet! Do the owners know how thoroughly sad their homes look from the river? I wondered if you filled in the top triangle window would their mood improve?
A cruiser came towards us, a narrowboat headed into the flood lock in front of us, we followed with a long sounding of our horn. Time to pull over for some lunch, a gap showed itself and we took advantage. Mick popped the top of the pram hood up, leaving the sides on the roof. A while later he popped out the back, reappearing as quickly as he could back down the steps with the boat hook in his hand? The side hatch was opened up, one of the pram hood sides had been blown into the water and was seen drifting towards the bow.
Mick prodded and poked, no dark blue fabric could be seen. It had obviously sunk somewhere near the hatch, but the water being very murky wasn’t helping to find it.
We’ve had this happen once before at Radford Semele. There with a boat hook and pole, the two of us managed to pull the cover out from the depths of the Grand Union. But the Aire and Calder is a completely different beast! The hook Mick had picked up didn’t reach the bottom of the canal. The longest one was brought inside, it’s length only just reaching the bottom of the canal, so all you could do was prod what might be down there. This time it was lost for good, apologies should anyone pick it up on their prop.
I found the company who’d made it for us and whisked off an email to see if they had kept a pattern of our pram cover and would be able to make us a new side. We’ll see what they come back with next week.
Time to move on, get some more miles ticked off today, we could do no more.
Bulholme Lock was even more temperamental, I tried all sorts of things to get the gates to open, nothing seemed to work. The Lock Available light was lit. The Water Level light was lit. The Gates Closed light was lit. I tried opening gates, I tried lifting sluices, I tried closing sluices. Nothing! I tried turning my key of power, currently powerless, but it was held captive in the panel. I stood, read the panel for any suggestions, then tried pressing the Gates Open button again. It sprang into life. Maybe the heat is starting to affect the panels!
Down onto the next reach of the river. Long, tree lined, a touch windy still. Nothing to see really along this stretch, no cooling towers. There is still however the wharf where the Tom Puddings would be taken to off load their coal from the nearby coal mines. Mick said they should clear the channel of trees and branches, then we’d be able to go through it and pretend to be a Tom Pudding. Well he can pretend to be a Tom Pudding, I’d rather not Thank you!
We checked the C&RT stoppages remembering that the flood lock at Knottingley, Ferrybridge had been put into operation some days ago. Sure enough as we approached the top gates were closed, time to climb a ladder. Mick spotted a pontoon on the weir cut, was that meant as a lock landing or a canoe portage? We carried on to the lock and I climbed the ladder.
There was a single hander about to open the top gates. I’d close up behind the boats swapping position and return his key, easy, much simpler for the single hander. Would I get a minute brisk walking in between one end of the lock and the other, it is quite a distance, but not quite far enough to register on my app. A boat approached from quite a distance as Oleanna exited the lock, too far for me to wait to close the gates.
Right at Bank Dole Junction. No sign of any mining at Kellingley today and onwards to just after Stubbs Bridge. Near the road three boats were moored up, but up ahead there was plenty of room for us to be on our own. We pulled in, found the rods on the armco to pass chains round and then let Tilly out to explore. Only 1 and 1/4 hours of shore leave. I made sure she got to see more than just the bank and took her for a little walk along the path, not going too far as the wind was really rather strong, scent eradicatingly strong. She came back with just 6 minutes of shore leave left for the day, the back door was closed and we settled down for the evening.
5 locks, 2 flood locks one in operation, 14 miles, 1 left, 1 right, 1 lunch break, 1 powerless key of power, -1 pram hood side, 2 boat hooks, 0 chance, 1 new one requested, 1 day off work, 1.87 miles walked, 11 minutes briskly, 2 outsides, 2 Mrs Tilly stamps of approval.
