Comparing the depth of stage to the length or Oleanna
A day of waiting, walking and eventually, (if I’m honest to myself) notes I knew would be coming my way from Chippy. My mind had been a touch preoccupied last week and my ideas and sketches came out a bit straight laced. So a touch of a rethink and time to get my pencil to flow more. Time for curves and swirls!
A sunny sedate walk
Two walks today, up the canal and up a steep bank over the railway line. This later one has possibly given me more of a hobble!
A swan neck
I think the chap on one boat is the wood carver at Woodlesford as his roof is covered in wooden crows, owls and other birds. The swan neck is suitably apt.
The roofers managed to get 3/4 tiled today. Tomorrow they hope to get finished, which would be great. Mick exchanged his birthday fleece for a smaller size, maybe he’s lost weight too!
But but but!!!
Tilly was dismayed when her pot of Dreamies became empty!
The lid won’t go on so I’d best help level them out !
But the cat treat pixie came up trumps and refilled it. Good job there’s a delivery for Tilly arriving at the house soon.
0 lock, 0 miles, 0 time to write a proper list, 1 pencil needing propelling across paper.
The butter had been left out of the fridge overnight, but still wasn’t suitablely soft for baking. I sliced it thinly, put it in a mixing bowl, then moved it out onto the hatch at the stern, here it got suitably soft very quickly as the sun got going. Sugar, eggs, lemon zest then lots of ground almonds added, it was baked, browning a little too quickly but covered in foil it did it’s thing. Lemon juice added once out of the oven, it was left to cool in the tin. The easiest bit of secret baking I’ve done in years, helped enormously that Mick was in Scarborough.
The roofers started to tidy up, moving all the old slates off the roof by hand, their bucket and rope in the van which was still being mended. Later in the day I was sent a photo with fresh new tiles covering part of the roof, there had been three of them today so they were cracking on. Good job as rain is forecast for the weekend.
Here on Oleanna, I waited to hear back from John in Chippy. No news came through all day. Oh well, I decided to do a mock up of the cyc , this is a cloth that hangs up stage, normally covering where we store all the props and bits of scenery by the back wall. Once I’d put things together I realised that my horizon was far too high, I’ll need to add more sky, but at least it will give an idea in the white card model.
Mocked up cyc
Up to Lidl for some asparagus for this evenings birthday barbecue. The roofers having finished for the day around 3pm meant Mick could be on a train back for the evening arriving at 6pm. On my walk back down the hill to the canal there was a lot of stationary traffic. The cause, a Luton van that had got itself squished by the curve of the railway bridge! I really hoped this wouldn’t cause problems with the trains and delay Mick’s return.
Ooops!
More stoppage notices regarding low levels on the canals. The Ripon Canal which is fed by the River Skell will be closing at the top end, this will hopefully help maintain levels at the top and without any rainfall the EA are likely to ask C&RT to stop abstraction from the river, so we suspect the canal will soon be closed from Oxclose Lock. We’d been wanting to head up the River Ouse and onto the Ripon Canal, but that is now likely to be another destination we’re unable to reach this year.
Smokey
The very sunny afternoon sadly clouded over, but when Mick arrived back at Oleanna we decided to still go ahead with our planned birthday barbecue, the first barbecue of the year. The charcoal was lit and left to get itself ready as the presents came out.
Last week Mick had been so excited at the arrival of a parcel for me at the house that I decided to wrap up the contents and give them to him. Well what would he do with 100 10A scalpel blades, but give them to me! Next followed a familiar shaped present, this was a chocolate orange which has now been gifted at Christmas, Easter and now birthday. The proper presents followed. A Curlew t-shirt from Tilly and a smart new fleece from me, both went down well.
Curlew!
Asparagus for starters, followed by pork steaks and veg/halloumi kebabs, washed down with a couple of glasses of wine each whilst sat out on the towpath, jumpers required but not too chilly thankfully.
Once tidied up we retired indoors for cake and blowing out of candles. This took several attempts from Mick, it must be his great age! We’ve quite a bit left over to keep us going for a few more days.
A later start to his birthday celebrations than normal, but we got there in the end.
0 locks, 0 miles, 2 trains, 0.3 roof re-tiled, 1000 old tiles carried down ladders, 1000 new tiles carried up, 1 sheet of insulation board to find a use for, 1 cyc, 1 ECG, 3.11 miles walked, 22 minutes briskly, 12 candles, 1 bored cat, 15 spears asparagus, 2 pork steaks, 4 kebabs, 4 glasses wine, 1 Happy Birthday to Mick.
The roofers arrived this morning and stripped off the other end of the roof. There used to be a couple of windows on this section but we’ve decided that they didn’t really serve any purpose for 99.9% of the time as they were in the roof space rather than the room and we’d rather have a water tight top to the house. Mick got the chance to stick his head through where there was once roof and see if he could see the sea. I think he needed a little bit more height to achieve that.
Ready for a tidy up tomorrow
By mid afternoon the hammering stopped and the world fell silent, the roofers had insulated, membraned, battened up and added a gully where there should have been one between us and our next door neighbours concrete roof tiles. Next job will be to tidy up. Mick has helped them a bit by chopping up some of the old wooden battens and saving them for fire wood.
Relaxing on the deck
Here on Oleanna, Tilly came and went whilst I got on with finishing off my sketches for the panto storyboard. These were then scanned, trimmed, put into order, descriptions written, references added and emailed off to John in the afternoon. I could do with a speedy reply and I’m aware that I omitted to add in obligatory crates and barrels into the Market scene. There’s always a market scene! We’ll see what John thinks.
The deeper wier
Tilly was gone for quite some time, I went out to check on her, walking straight down to the tree of refuge. As I called there was no reply so I worked my way back towards Oleanna, where opposite the side hatch I could just her a faint meow from deep inside the friendly cover. Friendly cover! That is serious obsticle course, danger deep mud, entanglement! You need a PHD in catness to work your way through that stuff. She managed to work her way through eventually popping out and requiring a good wash before returning for some more outside world.
Orange Tip
Today I opted to walk down to Lemonroyd Lock, the path on what feels like the offside of the canal is tarmaced and lined with young oak trees. The sun was warming the world up again. Male Orange Tip Butterflies sat on flowers, one decided I was quite a nice perch too. There is an old gravel works wharf that you have to walk round, here Red Hot Pokers rose from the banks.
More orange tips
On the river side there are two wiers, one just a small drop, the other makes up the depth of Lemonroyd Lock. The new rowing club, that on the CRT notice suggests it’s a years trail, seems to be quite large with getting on for 8 sturdy containers all painted dark green and surrouded by fencing. A group from a local academy school were warming up on the bank before climbing aboard. They certainly give the impression they are here to stay.
The tap working again
Down at the lock todays watch from the local Fire Brigade were having a look at things, presumably should they ever need to rescue anyone. The water point was back in action, a wide beam busy watering thier flower pots and topping up their tank. A lovely walk there and back, sadly still with a hobble.
All wrapped up
The afternoon was spent doing some secret wrapping. Tilly helped. Then I had to help her adjust the card she’d got for Mick. Normally we have to hide in the bedroom to do this, but today we had the luxury of using the dinette table. Some secret baking was postponed til the morning as the butter was too hard to cream with sugar. Here’s hoping the morning warms up to help.
0 locks, 0 miles, 16 sketches, 22 references, 1 email, 1 Designer waiting for 1 Director, 3.78 miles walked, 63 minutes briskly, 4 presents, 1 cat card adjusted, 1 cake on hold, 1 roof prepped ready for new tiles.
No that’s not a cockerel. Was it what I thought it was? I pulled up a recording of the bird in question. Yep a turkey gobbling away across the cut somewhere. We’d heard sheep last week, but not this funny noise. It turns out there is a poultry farm just across the way.
It’s boring listening to them all on the tippy tappy screen, so I went out to explore. She says they talked about disapearing messages, pick ‘n’ mix moral boosters and presidential hats. I got on with far more important things, friend hunting.
Tom came out to find me, they wanted to move the outside to find a tap. I was about to olbige when a rude woofer ran at me and was SO loud! So so Rude!!! To get as far away as possible I made use of a tree. The woofer’s She kept on going totally NOT in control of her woofer! Even ruder, doesn’t she know that towpaths are for everyone, including cats!
Looking for Oleanna!
Tom came and chatted. I shouted back to him, I think he’s a little hard of hearing. He disapeared. My polite She came to chat. We chatted as I got down from the tree, but I felt my buisness wasn’t quite finished for the morning, so I headed along the towpath, only to come across two cyclists. RUN AWAY!!!! That tree was handy again.
She talked to me, I disagreed with her, shouting my replies. She walked away, but where too? Hang on where was Oleanna?! Oleanna wasn’t there!!!
I shouted and shouted and SHOUTED!!!
If only you’d follow me Tilly you’d find Oleanna! I didn’t believe her, She was lying! All the smells pointed to an empty stretch of towpath, She’d stolen Oleanna. I shouted to Toms and Shes that passed. She said I was being embarrasing. NO I wasn’t! Someone had stolen my home!
She arrived with a chair and sat down looking straight at me. Now where had She got the chair from?! We chatted for a little while, then I needed to check the chair was ours, a good sniff was required. Down the tree, mostly forwards, a mistake.
As soon as she got near she was picked up and returned to Oleanna where she’d left it. Lots of head nudges and purring, Tilly had got confused following her own scent back to where we’d been yesterday and got herself into a right tizzy. NO I HADN’T!!!!
We winded and headed for the water point. I realised that the new Thyme plant wasn’t as self sufficient in hot weather as the other plants and was looking like it had dehydrated itself. It got a good soaking in a sink whilst at the tap, here’s hoping it works.
Dried Thyme ready to go in a jar
The tap was made the most of, a refresh of Tillys pooh box and a shower for me. All rubbish disposed of too. We winded again, headed to just beyond where we’d been earlier to wind with more space for comfort before pulling back in where we’d been last night, just facing the other way. How to totally confuse your boat cat. Tilly didn’t stray far, infact she was a sleep for most of the afternoon. What do you expect after all that stress you’d put me through! Thought you hadn’t got into a tizzy Tilly!
Sketches
Time to start work again, those sketches wouldn’t do themselves. Scans, more sketches, I just needed some pritstick now. A walk to Londis didn’t come up trumps, neither did the Co-op, so I’ve had to make do with little dabs of pva.
Mick headed off to catch a train back to Scarborough to see if there would be any roofers tomorrow, and I cracked on with work, only pausing to have something to eat. I finally called it a day at just gone 10pm, still a few bits left to do in the morning.
0 locks, 0.3 miles, 3 winds, 1 a touch too tight, 1 confused cat, 2 many outsides, 5 minutes in a chair, 7.5 hours work, 3 trains, 0 pritstick, 1 turkey, maybe more.
With Mick being home (boat home) today it was a day for chores and not for work.
The yellow water tank needed emptying and then disposing of thoughtfully. The washing machine was put to use as I’d been good at keeping my water usage to a minimum last week we could do this without moving to the waterpoint.
A rare sight, Mick about to wash the boat!
The next thing was to try to give Oleanna a good wash to get ride of the stickickyness she’s accumilated over the last week, plus that still present from our stay in York. Mick pulled us along a boat length from under the none shade giving stickyicky trees.
Sweeping down the roof wasn’t really an option as the stickyickyness was just clinging onto everything. We opted to use canal water to wash her down, not the cleanest, but certainly better than hogging a water point in times of near drought! Yorkshire Water are considering imposing a hose pipe ban.
Mick sluiced down the roof, as I started to wash down the cabin sides with the blue brush the Canal Gods of the South gave us years ago. The first passing of the brush revealed just how much dirt was sticking to the cabin side. The second lifted it, the third rinsed it all off. Not a full shampoo and set, but it will do for us.
Hitching a ride
The most important bit to have a good wash were the solar panels. At the beginnning of last week they’d kept up with my power needs very well, but as time went on, plus the cloud cover won’t have helped, I’d been needing to run the engine for a while to top up the batteries, so not just for hot water.
Tilly, you’re not really helping much in there are you!
Port side done, it was time to get the second mate back on board and spin Oleanna round. Tilly obliged in being picked up and popped inside. The engine started, we untied leaving the chains in position and span Oleanna round 180 degrees.
Erghhhh!!
Oh Blimey! This side hadn’t been touched since we’d got stickyickynessed in York. Birds and tree sap had all done their worst, then this last weeks stickickyness had led to stickyickyness dribbles down the cabin side. Eww!
We repeated the sluicing down of the roof and cabin sides. Four passes over with the brush were needed to lift the grime. Then there was the bird poo! These we really should have attended to sooner. Baked on hard requiring a good soak and repetative scrubbing. The cream and blue paint beneath having crazed revealing little veins of the white undercoat! Good job we’re getting a repaint! Also something to keep on top of once we’ve spent the money on it!
That’s better
Every windows got a good clean too, no longer frosted, I can be nosy again.
Mick gave the pram cover a soaking. He then got told off as the stickyickyness dribbled down the cabin side I’d just cleaned! The horns needed a wipe over and then the cratch glazing. Other doors and hatches could wait, we were pooped and wanting lunch.
Bird poo damage!
After half an hour I could already spot the first signs of sap landing on the windows. Time to move again. Tilly was encouraged back on board and we did a leap frog past the next boat where the nearest trees are a distance away.
We had a walk/hobble up to Lidl to do a restock. A chicken made it into our trolley, a roast tonight to be enjoyed with a glass or two of wine. The whirligig went on the tiller making the most of todays sunshine to dry the washing.
This evening Mick had a look at the first draft of winter stoppages, especially on the South Oxford Canal. When I start work at Chippy it is before the winter works start and in past years there have been stoppages that have meant Oleanna has needed to be quite a distance north before panto opens. I think last time we were on the boat Mick had to high tail it to Rugby. This year (so far) it looks like there will be works at Somerton Deep and Dashwood Locks before Christmas. This means Oleanna will need to be north of these, so Banbury which isn’t too bad so long as I can catch the last 488 at weekends to get home for a night or two.
The rest of our trip northwards looks pretty good too. Only one stoppage at Barton Turns on the Trent and Mersey which opens for Christmas, so not holding us up. Our choice of route avoiding rivers as much as possible so they won’t hold us up reaching Redhill on the River Soar. If needs be we can sit out high levels and then at short notice make a dash for the Soar and Oleanna’s repaint. Fingers crossed the stoppages on our route stay this way through the next rounds of consulations.
Alarm clock set for early o’clock I was awake well before it. Time to do my stretches, have breakfast and head to Woodlesford Station to catch the 7:14 to Leeds. There I swapped trains, destination Scarborough. It was cold on the Aire and Calder but it would be colder in Scarbados!
Trains are not such a good place to try to do some sketching, but at least I got one idea down on paper before we pulled in.
I arrived at my GP’s ready for a blood test well before I was due, then headed straight for the house, the roofers were actually there and had stripped back one half of it. No insulation found so that would be added as they worked to put a new membrane and battens on. They had finished those jobs by 11:30 and that was it for the day! Mick has reminded them that we need the scaffolding down by a certain date and dates are fixed with new lodgers due! Their reply was it wouldn’t be a problem.
Half stripped
I logged in to a Teams meeting to meet a potential propsmaker. They came across really well and had been the best of the applicants on paper despite their young age. They reminded me of myself at a similar stage in my carreer.
Next I put on my Theatrical Landlady hat and worked my way through a mountain of bed linen. Mick pottered in the garden some more. We’ve a rather good display of yellow poppies this year, the newly slatted garden benches have now been bleached by the sunshine so have lost their honey glow.
In the afternoon I walked to the other side of the valley to my new dentist. Xrays, a scale and polish. She doesn’t want to see me again for 6 to 9 months, so I’ve opted for a date when we should be back in the house which is inbetween.
I could actually see the sea today
A walk across Spa Bridge to see the sea, not as good as when Bridget and Storm visited last week! But hey at least I could see the sea this time. Some secret shopping was required in town before climbing back onboard a train to head back to Oleanna.
Grinning happy cats
At Leeds I headed for the second train home. On platform 17a the display said there would be a platform alteration. A Mum and teenage girl looked at the display, Mum looked down at her phone as her daughter asked, ‘Where’s platform TBC?’
Plenty of room in York today
Tilly had had a very boring day, at least I didn’t stick to the boat though!
Tomorrow it’s back to work proper.
0 locks, 0 miles, 4 trains, 3.5 hours of roofers, 0.25 roof removed, 2 samples, 2 hours ironing, 1 sketch, 1 scale and polish, 3 xrays, 1 thumbs up, 1 sea, 1 parcel, 1 purchase, not £25,000,000 for Kirkham Priory (can be seen from the train),1 bored cat, 1 propsmaker? 6.5 miles hobbled, 59 minutes briskly.
The roofers delivered various ladders to the house today. Their van was still not mended, but they promised to arrive early tomorrow. Mick happened to be out buying a visor so that he could trim away the undergrowth that is taking over the garden again. If only the gardener who’d come round in February had actually come good! If only the roofers would get started with the roof!
My assistant having a lazy morning!
On Oleanna I got on with trying to sort out just where abouts things should be positioned on stage. Shapes and the overall look of everything put on the back burner for a while until I’d worked out the formula for the hanging plot (which flying bars scenery gets hung on).
Sticky!
As Tilly went out I noticed she walked around the edge of the stern. As she lifted each paw she gave it a flick as she does when things are wet or muddy. Gosh the stern was looking very shiny. Later on I stepped on it myself and I think I managed to lift some of the paint, it sticking to the soles of my shoes! I gave it a good wash down with canal water to stop it being SO sticky. Shade is one thing, not that it does much on the mooring, but we’re going to need a drive through boat wash very soon, otherwise we’ll all be like flies stuck to fly paper!!
My walk today was up to Woodlesford Station, to see how long it would take me to hobble there, the timing factored into tomorrows schedule, an early start required. I didn’t go much further just a look at the pub and the church next door which turned out to look more like a private residence with curtains swagged in the windows and a big gate baring entry.
Sketch groundplans
The afternoon I sketched out some groundplans, translating the hanging plot onto a groundplan is always a brain ache for panto. If you nudge that bit upstage then there will be big holes visible into the wings. But reducing gaps can mean there’s not enough room to get things on and off stage. This is a big problem in such a small theatre as Chippy, the audience sit right up to the proscenium arch, so they can see all the way into the wings, but not see anything on their side of the stage. If you ever go, don’t be tempted by these seats, not unless all you want to do is be seen by the audience!
Woodlesford wooden crow
Then there’s the problem of where to put the musicians! I really preffered it when they were in the auditorium, but for some reason they have to be on stage again this year. They either take up acting area or storage room for scenery and props.
I did get to the point of doing some sketches of how things might look, there’s still plenty more of that to come.
More of a lie in this morning, although I was awake to see the the colourful sunrise across the river, so glad we’d not ended up breasted up yesterday without the view.
Under the railway
09:30 was push off time for all boats. NB Rum a Gin led the way, Hazel had an appointment with a film crew at Nether Lock at 10:30, she’d already been on a local radio station. Radio checks done, the boats gradually moved off upstream.
Nether Lock
News came through that the camera crew had gone to Town Lock so they were having to relocate. The lock was sat ready and waiting for us, photographers at the ready and several Lock Keepers. Would we all fit in the lock together? The Lockie preferred to pen up four of us at a time, he was still in training so wanted to avoid any safety issues that eight boats in a lock might incur.
Tug Ruffian waiting for us all
Up we rose slowly, the camera crew had now arrived. Tug Ruffian sat close to the top of the lock waiting to escort the flotilla into Newark, but we’d have to wait for the other boats to be penned up. A cruiser was waiting around the corner held back by a red light, the Lockies knew they were there. So they got to descended between the flotillas lockings.
You’re going to make horrid noises again aren’t you!
Hazel was interviewed on the bank whilst we waited for the other boats to arrive and then the TV presenter climbed on board to travel in to Newark with them. We followed behind Tug Ruffian. People stood on the bridge over the entrance to King’s Marina where we’d over wintered ten years ago. Blasts of horns announced our arrival long before anyone could see us.
Back in line astern
At Kiln Pontoon a familiar looking narrowboat ( recently bought in Goole) got ready to tag along with us to muster outside the castle. The plan last night had been to breast up to attempt to block the river. However today we were not as organised as we’d been yesterday.
Coming through Trent Bridge
No-one had mentioned this to Ruffian, so they pulled in and asked for a rope from us. NB Purple Emperor having pulled up in front against the wall. We were all in the wrong order to be able to breast up in length order as had been the plan. So we ended up with two lots of boats, 10 in all a few short of blocking the navigation.
Blasting out Newark
It took a while for those unused to the current on a river to get tied up. Once bows were under control and the camera crew were on the bank, Hazel called the flotilla to Sound our horns! A wall of sound stormed around the foot of the castle as people watch on from the banks and bridge. Blimey it was noisy!
Jo on NB That’s It
More interviews were done on the bank with people from the IWA and CRT explaining about the need for continued funding for Britains Waterways.
Going up
Now the flotilla split, some headed back to kiln pontoon, shopping required. Others headed to Town Lock, we managed to join them and rose up. Some pulled in on the wall of Newark Basin, NB That’s It carried on behind Tug Ruffian, Brian then cruised round into Newark Marina, I think they’d over shot where they’d planned to moor up for a quick dash up to York.
More breasted up boats
We followed Ruffian to their mooring, just behind Leicester Trader. Les helped us moor up along side, time for lunch. Our radio chirped back into life a bit after 2pm, boats were heading our way and wanting to breast up. This also took some doing, but eventually all were secure and ready to clamber off to have a look around the last Trent Barge still in her original form.
Les with his boat, or is it a museum?
Les Reid and Friends have endeavoured to restore the boat back to her original state. As there is no museum to put her in they’ve put the museum inside. Numerous photographs cover the walls, ropes with knots, a sea toilet, a cabin all sorts can be found in the hold. The museum is an archive dedicated to the River Trent. We watched a couple of films and had a good look around. Many many thanks to Les for opening her up for us today.
Time to move on. Farndon Marina had offered the flotilla moorings for the night. NB Kallisto, the new boat from Goole, pulled up on the CRT moorings and others breasted up on the marina pontoons. This is where we waved them goodbye, well for today and carried on upstream to Hazelford Lock for some shore leave for Tilly away from the crowds.
A short while on, our radio chirped up, it was Alan from NB Aladin asking if he could breast up to us as we were a similar length. This obviously wasn’t to be as we were already at least a mile upstream.
The sun shone, the birds tweeted as we rounded the bend with what feels like park land, the sheep grazing down to the waters edge, we spotted the first swan sat on a nest. It had been great fun being with everyone, but it was rather nice to be back on our own again.
All alone at Hazelford Lock
By the time we reached Hazelford Lock and pulled in it was getting on for being too late for Tilly to have shore leave. So instead I made use of the time before dark and went for a walk.
What a magical archway of blossom
First across a field joining a track leading back to a road. The blackthorn blossom was heavy on bushes. The road didn’t have a footpath, what to do? Was it a busy road? Should I alter my planned route? I decided the road wasn’t too busy and looked reasonably straight so continued as planned, swapping sides of the road to keep in view and stopping when traffic came towards me.
Then down a road towards Hazelford Residential Home where long term moorings stretch along the river bank towards the lock. Here I followed the Trent Pathway, ogling at Tortus, the boat I’d love to have when I grow up!
Standing between a Trent Clapper Gate
Through a couple of Trent clapper gates. These are designed to automatically close behind you, the way they are hinged and their shape encourages gravity to aid them to close. If you go through and let one side hit the post the other side will open up and close again, clapping shut behind you.
A hopeful Heron
On the weir a heron stood on a bottom step. Still in amongst all the frothing water. No fish in sight, but one might come sooner or later. Back at Oleanna I rustled up a chicken curry old style, with bananas, sultanas, cashews and some yoghurt to help use up some of the roast chicken and dived into the shower.
Two busy days on the campaign cruise, now time to be quiet and on our own … until tomorrow morning.
2 locks,13.5 miles, 8 boats now 10 boats, 1 film crew, 2nd BBC local news, 1 loud arrival, 1 storm of sound, 1 Trent boat, 1 informative Les, 1 boat out on our own, 2 late for shore leave, 3.25 miles walked, 50 brisk minutes, 1 quiet evening.
The alarm went off before the dawn had even started to show us her colour. A cuppa made and consumed whilst we rolled back the covers and did our final checks. Woofers were being walked, life jackets added as the sun came up in stunning oranges.
A touch more colour
The light at the road swing bridge ahead of us turned to green, time for the first six boats to push off and get ready to go through. One boat seemed very quiet, NB Aladin, I pointed this out to one of the Strawberry Island crew, a loud knock on their roof brought Alan to the stern, they were up, but a message late last night had made them think we wouldn’t be pushing off for another half hour, however the Lock Keeper thought differently.
Oleanna ready to go
It would take a little while for the crew of NB Aladin to be fully ready, so we ended up taking their place, joining with the second locking boats, NB That’s It and NB September Sapphire.
First three
First three boats went into the lock, second three came through the road bridge behind them, the bridge closed to let the morning traffic through. Then the second three nudged back so the top lock gates could be closed. I lost count of how many Lock Keepers there were silhouetted on the bottom gates.
Lock Keepers
We all waited, the tide was still to turn. We all waited some more. We’d pushed off at 06:28 and by the time the tide was coming in, the first flood gone past and the level deemed suitable for the first locking to exit the lock onto the river it was 07:35. NB Rum A Gin exited first keeping to the right, followed by NB Tonka, the third boat NB Purple Emperor. They in turn, turned with the tide and kept their engines to just about tick over, just enough to keep steerage so that the rest of us would be able to catch them up.
NB That’s It first
The bottom lock gates were closed, the lock refilled, then we entered the lock and were soon descending to the river.
NB September Sapphire next
First out NB That’s It, then NB September Sapphire, then us, the sand bar below the lock far less of a worry now. We needed to catch up with the first locking boats and hope that the last two ( NB Aladin and Cruiser Amourouse ) had enough umph to catch up with us all before reaching West Stockwith where more boats were set to join us.
The sunrise had promised us a wonderful bright day, the Forecast had promised us not much wind, yet the weather was making it’s mind up. The river was misty as we turned out onto it. Once under Keadby Bridge the sky was turning black. Extra extra layers of clothing were required as we plunged into a bank of fog, nav lights a definite requirement.
Oh Blimey would this fog be with us all the way to West Stockwith and through Gainsborough?! We hoped not as photographers and TV crew were going to watch us as we passed under Gainsborough Bridge. Thankfully it passed after about twenty or so minutes everyone nithered to the bone!
Boats ahead!
By 08:33 we’d caught up with the first locking of boats. A glance over our shoulders every now and then to check if anyone else was insight. We’d heard on the radio that NB Aladin and Cruiser Amourouse had left the lock. Mick on Amourouse had slowed for sometime and not answered his radio. Was there a problem? It turned out that Mick had cleaned his filters yesterday and forgotten to turn the water back on to cool his engine, therefore he was overheating as soon as he put power on to leave the lock. A problem soon fixed when he realised.
Boats behind
Then from behind we could see them both catching us up. As they got closer we could do-ci-do to get into the correct order. Except the boats joining us from West Stockwith had been told that the cruiser was Tail End Charlie, so we had to swap with Mick again.
The line of boats was in order all at a good distance from each other as we were approached by two boats from West Stockwith pushing the tide to reach our stern.
Crowds stood on the bank as we passed the lock, 4 drones were spotted above, one having just filmed our bow as we passed. Oleanna’s horns were tried out fully for the first time!
Once we’d passed the lock another two boats joined on behind, then possibly another two. Were we twelve, thirteen or sixteen boats now?
A little bit close
Getting a little close at times in line, I was reminded of the best tip given out at a Tideway Cruise briefing by St Pancras, keep checking behind you. On the Thames there are so many boats all moving at different speeds and directions you really need to have eyes in the back of your head.
Rounding the final bend towards Gainsborough Bridge we all got into line as best we could. Plenty of people up on the banks to wave and the boats cruised by with the tide beeping their horns. NB Rum A Gin led the way, camera crews on the bank, more drones, Nick Roberts who’d joined from the Chesterfield Canal was tail end charlie with a camera crew on board.
No time to stop, the tide rushing us all towards the bridge. A lapse in concentration, too busy waving, one boat narrowly missed a bridge peir, the following one gave it a bump, Mick quickly adjusted our position as the currents tried to push us sideways towards the peir too, we got through without touching.
Now the crowds disappeared, but the tide still had it’s power. The hope of stretching the gaps between boats before the next tight bend didn’t happen, you had to keep your wits about you. But then as the excitement of the crowds at Gainsborough waned the flotilla managed to jostle itself some space between boats. Time for breakfast.
Well deserved after our early start
I ducked below to rustle up some bacon for butties and a warming cuppa each, maybe today would have been a good day to wear our padded winter trousers and a few extra layers!
The boat with Nick and the camera crew sped up as we approached Torksey passing several of us and then turned in towards the lock, leaving the majority of us to continue at around midday.
Blue skies, vapour trails, the grassy banks of the river. We followed our red line on our charts. Past the Landmark Trust house. Pylons stretching across the sky.
Woofer comfort break
At Dunham boats pulled in for a woofer comfort break, Tilly just tucked herself behind our pillows. Does Tom really have to move the outside SO fastly!?!
Lining up with pylons and white markers on the banks, the river gradually got more meanderous. NB Purple Emperor came past, ‘I’ve got a head of stem up, might as well keep going. The Lockie knows we’re coming’. Our speed was more than those in front of us, so we passed when a suitable time came. Only one downstream boat was passed, it’s existence radioed back for others to be aware of.
Cromwell Weir ahead
With a couple of kilometres to go Mick radioed Cromwell Lock, the lock was ready and waiting for us, nice to have the conformation. Round the final bend, the weir in front of us, a green light, round to the right and into the long lock.
Heading into the lock to get off the tide
The Lockie decided to pen up the first five of us, then drop the lock for the remaining three. Four abreast in the lock, ropes holding us all together. The Lockie asked me to tie my rope off as we were next to the wall. This of course now meant that NB Tonka’s rope was below ours and when the time came to untie it took a bit of undoing as everything had tightened ascending the lock. At times like this somewhere else to tie off to would be good, two new T studs will be added to the bow before Oleanna’s repaint. It would have saved me walking onto the bow to release ropes as others were starting to move they’re boats forward!
Plenty of room for four across
A quick chat, if the pontoon was free it would be best for those with dogs to moor there, we’d be happy with a low section of wall. Others tucked themselves in around the pontoon which was empty before we arrived. It was a while before the second penning of boats arrived, a bit of sorting out to do for ease of getting off boats, then we could all relax.
Out of Cromwell Lock
Hazel arrived at a picnic table just above Oleanna’s mooring with a box of bottles. Time for survivors drinks. Gosh what a selection! Whisky, Rum, Gin and thankfully wine.
Pouring out the survivors drinks
Everyone was wind blown, tired and now getting a little bit sozzled through lack of food all day and it was only 4:30! After a glass of wine I decided that today would be the first day when I wouldn’t achieve my 40 minutes brisk walking, I also wouldn’t get anywhere near to 10,000 steps breaking a streek of 72 days. Well it had to happen sooner or later and today was a suitable day to let it slip.
Oh dear!
We retired, the stove lit to try to warm us up and some left over bolognaise heated up with a good serving of pasta, with another glass of wine. Then we were early to bed to rest up before another day of beeping our horns tomorrow.
2 locks, 44.6 miles, 1 right, 1 straight on, 8 boats into 14, 2 horns getting a good blasting, 1 bump, 2 near misses, 1 fog patch, 2 cats, 5 woofers, 15 crew all survived, 7 drones, 2 bacon butties, 2 nithered boaters, 1 glass and sozzled, 0.49 miles walked, 0 brisk minutes, 9 hours on the go, 1 long fulfilling day.
As we laid in bed with our cuppas we realised that the VHF radio had been left on overnight. It chirped into life with someone asking if anyone was up yet. This was on the ship to ship channel 6 and most likely to be one of the crew from the Strawberry Island boats who would be heading to Keadby today. We wanted to arrive before them and had worked out that they had moored this side of Thorne for the night, we’d best not be tardy in getting going.
Trapped
I walked up to Medge Hall Bridge just as a Post van crossed it stopping in front of the level crossing barriers to empty the post box. Before inserting my key of power into the control box for the bridge I checked if they were waiting to cross the railway or would be back across the bridge, they were waiting to carry on to deliver some post and the signaller hadn’t come out from their box to open the gates so I turned my key and closed barriers. The Postie was now stuck between the railway and canal.
Another gorgeous day
Mick brought Oleanna through, the bridge was swung back, barrier open and after a train had come through the level crossing was opened and on the Postie could go. A roughish walk on to Godnow Bridge. Here the level crossing keeper has to press buttons in their hut for the canal control panel to work, they then came for a good natter. ‘Not seen a boat for ages!‘ That would be different today as behind us were at least seven boats all heading to Keadby.
Keadby Power Station in view
Too far to walk to the next bridge, I hopped back onboard and got my knitting out, pair 64 coming along nicely. The wind wasn’t as strong today and the sun was out, a few anglers sat with their poles in the water soaking up the sunshine.
Vazon Sliding Bridge open
Vazon Swing Bridge is manual, I hopped off and did the honours, or tried to. The bridge swung only a few inches before it ground to a halt. We’d obviously timed our arrival well with Vazon Sliding Bridge as the sirens started warning that it would be moving. I tried closing the bridge, gave it another heave and thankfully it got moving. By the time it was closed again the sliding bridge was fully open and waiting for us, obviously no trains due soon. I quickly hopped back on board and through we went thanking the bridge keeper.
Patches of rust
Just a couple of boats on the moorings ahead we pulled in towards the rear, furthest away from the lock, plenty of space for the Campaign Cruise boats to pull up in front. Time to give the well deck and bow a much needed sweep and wash. This took some doing, the patches of rust on locker lids are an embarrassment. I know she’s getting repainted next year, but I may have to do a DIY job so things don’t get any worse before.
We had a half hour warning of the arrival of the Strawberry Island boats, then watched to see if we could see them pulling in on the other side of the sliding bridge. One bow appeared, a second, then over the radio someone said they’d been asked to all pull in in between the two bridges before the railway bridge would be swung.
NB That’s It leading the flotilla
The sirens could be heard then the bridge slid to the side. NB That’s It was first through followed by everyone else. Six narrowboats and a cruiser. We were now eight boats.
Banners
Banners and bunting were handed over to us, magnets found for attaching them along with a long length of string which was useful for a banner on the cratch board. Towpath chats meant it was hard for Tilly to come home, but we gave her a corridor of safety from too many people and woofers.
A very cheery welcoming lot
Everyone got their chairs out, took over an area next to the car park. Claudia from NB Tonka had baked a cherry cake and another couple arrived by car from Strawberry Island. Lots of chats and cups of tea and beer. Numbers were handed out, this was the order we planned to go through Gainsborough Bridge in. Mick then suggested that maybe we should lock out in number order also, the faster boats bringing up the stern. We were to be 8 with Mick on Cruiser Amerouse just in front of us.
The entrance is due to be dredged tomorrow once we’ve gone through
There were reports that there might be an aegir on the next flood up the Trent. People tried to work out when would be best to go and view it from the lock, various different times were come up with. We walked up to have a look anyway, handy to see what the sand bar at the lock entrance looked like. If you were in the first locking in the morning you’d be wanting to keep to the right!
I still had more minutes walking to do, so walked through Keadby, spotting the fish and chips shop, another takeaway and two shops before returning. Mick and I then headed back to look at the river. Distinct signs that the tide had already turned and was coming in. Looking up towards the bascule bridge we could just make out a dark line of water ad ripples behind it. That must have been the aegir, everyone had missed it.
We think those ripples half way to the bridge were the aegir
Final preparations for the morning involved engine checks, weed hatch checked and everything apart from the bucket with the anchor chain and anchor came inside to sit in the shower. Ooh the well deck looked nice and clean and tidy!
Keadby Lock with it’s flood gates closed as well as the lock gates
Fed and watered it was time for an early night as tomorrow the Lock Keeper wanted us ready to go through the road swing bridge at 06:15. The tide wasn’t due until 07:00, but they wanted us ready in case the flood came early. The first three boats would enter the lock, the following three would pass through the road swing bridge to wait above the lock so that the road bridge only needed to be opened twice. We’d then be let through the swing bridge with Amerouse to be the last locking down of the flotilla.
Dropping in to say hello to us all
0 locks, 6 miles, 4 moveable bridges, 3.91 miles walked, 48 minutes briskly, 1 as clean as she’s going to be Oleanna, 5 hours shore leave, only 2 used, 2 cats nicely sharing the towpath, 1 Mrs Tilly stamp of approval until they all got there! 2 cats, 4 woofers, 15 crew, 2 banners, 2 lots of bunting, 1 cherry tray bake, 1 very early start tomorrow.
