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Ruination. 29th July

Retford and Worksop Boating Club to West Retford Visitor Moorings

Mick headed off to collect a trolley and await a Sainsbury’s delivery this morning as I waited for Sean, this weeks warden at the boat club, to come a take a meter reading of our electric use for the last few days. All good unplugged, our bill should be a little over £5. On his way back from picking up the shopping Mick got chatting to a boater a few boats back and was reminded of an assisted passage on the outskirts of Worksop that we’d forgotten about.

Last night we’d worked out where we’d be mooring each day so that we could reach the navigable end of the Chesterfield Canal and be in the right places at the right times for other things. Now we needed to factor in the two locks that are open for two hours twice a week. This took the grey cells a bit to work out and means we’ll need to be a bit swift up at the magical top of the canal if we’re not to be held up by several more days.

We pushed off a touch late with a bit further to cruise today than we’d originally planned. I walked on ahead with windlass in hand ready to set the last of the wide locks for us. I’d not checked how far away it was so ended up carrying my windlass for three miles.

Walking past Narrow Bridge Cottage campsite it was hard to miss the convex mirror on a post, maybe this was so people could see under the canal bride if boats were coming. Then there is a big finger post sign, we were headed to Ruination!

A few unusual plants caught my eye today. A funny fluffy thing on what looked like a rose stem. Apple Rose?

Then the biggest seedhead I’ve seen, similar to a dandelion, but bigger with fewer seedy fairies. Yellow Salsify?

The cruise was slow, I reached Whit Sunday Pie Lock well ahead and called back to Mick. There was a boat following him, so we’d be able to share the lock. He should give me a heads up when he was close so I could empty the lock and have both gates open waiting. There was time to see if I could find out why Whit Sunday Pie Lock had its name.

Well local folk law has it that a lady from a nearby cottage baked a large pie for the navvies building the canal who were working on a Whit Sunday. A nice tale. However somewhere else suggests if you hunt for maps that predate the canal then you will find a field called Whit Sunday Pie Field. Sadly I’ve not had time to hunt out the map in question.

However it appears that it is a tradition of the Retford and Worksop Boat Club to celebrate Whit Sunday at the lock with steak pie, carrots, peas and mash, sometimes followed by trifle. Maybe on our way back I should make us a steak pie, even if Whit Sunday is long gone.

Right, Mick was nearby and still being followed. Time to lift the paddles and empty the lock. Ah except this numpty had walked those three miles with a windlass, but had no key of power to unlock the locks to be able to lift any paddles! It at least gave me chance to look at how big a tree had been that had recently come down totally blocking the navigation below the lock.

We shared the lock with NB Fleur, the owners second time out on her, they were very new and wished that there were a few more pubs along the canal. We let them go first and followed on behind, me walking the towpath expecting to pull in at the Hop Pole mooring for a late lunch.

There’s a steep bend under a bridge at the pub. Once under the bridge I realised I’d need to be on the off side so I returned and crossed over the road only to find the pub well and truly closed and gates padlocked down to the moorings. Back over the road to hitch a ride on Oleanna. There would have been space for us on the water point, but we don’t like to sit on water points for lunch, then the other gap available was nowhere near long enough. We’d have to carry on a while into Retford where we did find a space.

From here on we are on narrow locks. Retford Town Lock being the first. Looking back the other day to nine years ago, I wrote that this would be the last narrow lock we would do on NB Lillyanne. Well that turned out to not be true as our hoped for plan of moving onboard Oleanna in Sheffield didn’t come true, in fact it was April the following year and we’d locked through may more narrow locks by then.

The top gate has a bridge on it as it’s a busy footpath across the canal. Two chaps stood and watched, a group of young lads fished above the lock concerned that our boat would scare the fish away. We paused above the lock, access to the port side to be able to empty the yellow water tank with ease, then continued on.

The canal passes over the River Idle, back pumping up from the river where there was quite a healthy flow. Up West Retford Lock and on into the woods. Here a 2 day mooring was our destination for the day. No-one else around, it had already been awarded a stamp of approval before we’d even tie up! Only an hour and a half of shore leave was granted, an extra ten minutes taken! We may have to try to stop here on the way back.

3 locks, 6.6 miles, 1 broad lock, 2 narrow locks, 4 boxes wine, 1 fridge jam packed, 83 minutes brisk walking, 0 sharks, 0 pie, 0 key! 1 Mrs Tilly stamp of approval.

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Escorted. 24th July

Drakeholes Visitor Mooring to Retford and Worksop Boating Club

Cycling and cricket to keep up to date with, so a slow start with Mick sat in front of the TV with his breakfast. Tilly was given a couple of hours, then once she was back inside and just about everything caught up with we were ready to be on the move again.

There was a white covering on the water when we’d arrived yesterday, now a white powder was dusted over Oleanna, she may get a sluice down with canal water in the next day or two. Today, willows leant into the canal, I’m sure Mick will have had to limbo under them.

**Good to see the canal is at it’s normal level**

I’d considered cutting corners on my walk through villages along our way, but I decided to keep that for the way back downstream, but then I might actually decide to be on the boat coming back. I passed a couple of chaps sat on a bench, their pace was much slower than mine, but they’d catch up with me later.

C&RT work boats sat round a bend where new piling and back filling has been happening. The swans round here must have healthy appetites!

After nearly an hour I arrived under the bridge at Retford and Worksop Boat Club. Here I had a sit down to wait for Oleanna and a chance to catch up on some blog reading, Sue you hadn’t mentioned about your submersion in your email! Hope the bruises are fading.

Some chaps came along, one had to be Dave this week’s warden. I introduced myself and found out where our mooring would be for the next few days, he’d be along later to sort out power for us.

The local swan family came to say hello, nine cygnets! We seem to be seeing far larger broods reaching adult size this year. As Mick brought Oleanna round under the bridge they escorted her round to the service mooring.

A top up of fresh water and disposal of the yellow required. We managed to get the water tank filling, but failed with the yellow water, the swans were adamant that we’d give them some bread and intimidated the undoing of the cap on the off side gunnel! I tried to distract them to the stern, but as soon as Micks hand appeared out through the bathroom porthole they’d turn back towards him. We’d try later, anyway the two walkers were now sat having their pack up and it would have been rude to share the yellow water aroma with them.

A good chat with the chaps, how far we could travel, they like walking the canals. Once they’d hired a boat on the broads, but apparently they got pulled over by the police for speeding!

Dave had given us options on moorings. We’d opted for the end one, furthest away from the road for Tilly. Gaps along the way would have had us nose to tail with other boats, but at the end we had space to breath, a picnic table, ripe blackberries and a view over a golden field. The swans soon got bored with us, so we could complete our chores and then once we were plugged in we were short of nothing we’ve got.

0 locks, 3.4 miles, 1 boater up to date on cycling, 2 cricket matches, 59 brisk minutes, 2 swans, 9 cygnets, 1 mooring, 1 boat hooked up, 1 load washing, 4 hours shore leave, 1 Mrs Tilly stamp of approval.

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Fairies Footpath. 23rd July

Log Rural Mooring to Drakeholes Visitor Mooring

Some shore leave was granted first thing, then after breakfast and once Tilly had returned the doors were firmly closed. We’re not moving fast along the Chesterfield, well you can’t move fast anyway, but for the next few days we’ve only small distances to travel.

As we rolled up the covers the boat in front of us was making ready to push off too. They’d been moored at Drakeholes yesterday morning, our aimed for destination today. Mick checked the weed hatch…. weed! Quite expected on the Chesterfield. If the levels don’t defeat us getting to the top the weed at this time of the year might do. Having a separate weed hatch, which is isolated from the engine bay, means that Mick can leave the plate that sits over the prop loose as it may need to be opened up several times a day. On a more usual weed hatch this is not a good idea and the plate/lid most definitely needs screwing down securely otherwise you will sink your boat once the prop starts to move.

I walked ahead the half mile to Shaw Lock. The chamber was empty and dry, Oleanna rose up, the bywash being stopped as the lock filled. The top gates didn’t want to stay put so I loitered to make sure they did, we need to conserve as much water as we can this summer.

Another walk on to Gringley Lock. The chamber empty and lovely flowers alongside the lock cottage. Oleanna was lagging some way behind so I had chance to read an information board. The lock was supervised by William Antcliffe for 34 years, every Saturday he would walk to Drakeholes to collect his wages, meandering his way back much later, this suggests he visited a water hole! Possibly The White Swan which became The Mucky Duck, which sadly closed earlier this year.

Above the keystone on the bridge it says W & GN 1830. I’ve hunted round on the internet to see what this might be. I’ve found mention in an interesting article that it most probably refers to George and William Newton two yeoman farmers in Gringley, they were possibly responsible for this bridge which replaced a swing bridge.

Back in August 2016 when we came down this lock we were joined by another boat. The throttle cable failed as the boat entered the lock and instead of going into reverse it sped up crashing into the bottom gates!

I opened the top gate to let Oleanna out a big branch had been in the way, it now was doing it’s best to enter the lock. I hauled it out with a boat hook, Oleanna exited then I went to close the gate. Could I get that gate to close? Could I heck!! Maybe loosing weight isn’t going to serve me well with big lock gates, the extra ballast having been handy in such situations. Mick hadn’t got too far so he came to add extra weight and we got it moving again.

I carried on walking, arranging for a lift when we reached Drakeholes Tunnel.

Crops stood in the fields, golden.

A pink flower here and there on the towpath. I’d remembered the Meadowsweet nine years ago but not this. I checked it with my app. Wild Morning Glory (Bind Weed, but it’s not quite such fairy like name). A bit further along a few more, then more and more!

My photo doesn’t really do it justice, but the towpath looked like a fairy had scattered flowers along its length, so pretty. I’ve always referred to the top end of the Chesterfield as a fairy wood, but they seem to be further down now too.

Blackberries are ripening in the hedgerows. I must start to carry a container or a bag to pick them whilst Oleanna catches me up. Some of them were really huge today and so sweet.

I passed a chap watching dragonflies in the reeds. The canal was so clear it brought back memories of when Frank was with us spotting giant fish. The shape of the canal bed very clear, covered in lettuce. A boat came towards me, the water would now be cloudy.

As the towpath turns a right angle towards Drakeholes Tunnel there was a rustic fence, planks held up on chunky branches, then a little gate made with twigs. More fairies.

I sat and waited for Oleanna and my lift through the tunnel. Time to catch up with Frank, no answer. Time to turn down the offer from a friend of more sock yarn, my bottom drawer is still really rather full of it.

Through Drakeholes our first tunnel of the year! All 154 yards of it. It’ll be our second tunnel too, but will it end up being our last one of 2025?

Round the steep bend we pulled in between two boats. This would do us for the day. A late lunch for us and four hours shore leave for Tilly. I knitted and Mick watched the cycling and cricket. A couple of boats came past, one pulling up behind us with two big dogs on the stern. Mick walked up to chat to them as Tilly was out, but it was dingding time. The Huskies were put inside and I did my very best mad cat woman. I got a response from the tall grasses in the field meaning Tilly came pretty quickly. Popping out from the friendly cover just after the chap on the boat had said something about how aloof cats can be. Excuse me, I always come when called. It’s just that sometimes it takes me a couple of hours to make the journey! Once she was inside the woofers could have their towpath freedom.

2 locks, 3.1 miles, 1 weed hatch visit, 6 moving boats, 1 slow cruise, 1stone 11 lbs too light, 2 outsides, 16524899765 fairy flowers, 1 fairy gate, 51 brisk minutes, 1 sock might need frogging, 3 juicy blackberries, 1 Frank catch up, 1 big vat of dhal and 4 onion bhajis.

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I’ll Race You! 22nd July

Basin Bridge to Rural Log 2 day Mooring, CHesterfield Canal.

A dry morning even if it was quite grey. Tilly had some shore leave, by the time she came we’d had our breakfast and started to get ready for the off. Our supplies required a stock up so we pootled up along the canal to find the bollards we both remembered where no overnight mooring is allowed, but the mooring is handily positioned for the shops.

The first bollards were not the one’s we were thinking of, they were a lock landing. Yes we could pull back a touch, but maybe where we were thinking of was above the two locks. The key of power and a windlass was requested and I went ahead to set the bottom lock.

Signs on the lock gates ask to not let swans into the lock. Above were a Mum and Dad with three cygnets, were these the ones being referred to? They had to be. Not much room for them between the two locks, but they seemed content enough.

As Oleanna got to a point where Mick could get off I signalled that I was going to walk ahead to set the next lock. A nod from Mick to agree, I walked ahead. The next chamber was just about empty just a small amount of water needed adjusting to level it with the pound below. I then opened the gate and waited for Mick to bring Oleanna out of the lock below and close up behind.

Mum and the kids were heading my way, slowly but surely. I closed the gate and would only open it when Oleanna got close, we know how sneaky swans can be getting into locks and then being obstinate about getting out again. The plan worked well and we rose with no swans. Above another swan family came along to meet us. This is why the signs were on the lock gates, two families living close together, best to keep them apart for all concerned.

An M on our map, we pulled in, still not the location of bollards we’d remembered. We headed for the shops. Now to visit the butchers or not? If we did we’d have to buy some lamb steaks for Misterton Lamb, but that requires the oven to be on for an hour, not really the right thing to do on a warm summers evening. We’ll hope for a cooler day on the way back.

Our cruising plans a little bit up in the air, a possible rendez vous and a meeting with panto set builders on the cards. How far should we carry on up the Chesterfield? Do we need to do a sprint to better rail connections. As we shopped an email arrived assisting with decisions. The rendez vous sadly won’t be happening due to water levels and family commitments, maybe if water levels improve in a month or two we’ll be able to meet up. The set building meeting, the builders not able to do the first available date, so we’ve another two weeks to get to better transport links. Maybe we should see how far we can get up the Chesterfield, take Oleanna onto new waters?

After lunch we planned our mooring for the day. We untied and then ‘I’ll race you!’. Me on foot and Mick and Tilly bringing Oleanna. I gave them a couple of feet head start, but knew who’d win. Apart from our little trip up the Chesterfield in April we’ve been on rivers or big wide deep canals. Oleanna able to swim along far faster then I could walk. Here the canal is narrow, despite it’s wide locks (at the moment), the depth is shallow. Trying to use extra revs just slows you down, so a steady speed is required, my steady brisk speed is much quicker.

We soon came across the bollards we’d been thinking of. Only two, closely spaced, serious innies to moor there.

Back in April I walked ahead looking for a mooring for us before the next winding hole. Back then I could see over the reeds, today there was no sign of any of the places we’d tried to moor, the undergrowth now over my head in most places.

At the winding hole I carried on walking, after the next bridge I started to recall places along the canal, a bit hazy now as it was nine years ago on NB Lillyanne.

On the offside an industrial area, piles of stuff, a couple of old chimneys, wagons, decaying portacabins. Under a tree sat two figures, they’ve been there a long time, their clothing decaying around their bones.

Huge sheets of piling stood up from the earth, part painted rusty white, a marina under construction, it’s been like that for quite a while!

Fields golden, if a bit soggy were soon followed by straw rolos. The plants at the waterside interesting. Somehow, now away from the waterways with the big skies there are more minute things to look at, slowing my progress slightly.

Up ahead I could see where we wanted to moor, two boats already in residence. I paced out the gap, plenty of room for us. A glance at the Nebo app and I could see where Oleanna was. I stood for a good ten minutes waiting her arrival. Something kept us from getting into the side, but we coped and tied off, the back doors flung open for Tilly.

This was a good mooring when we stopped here before. Tilly ended up staying out late! That was in the days before stamps of approval were awarded at moorings, today one was certain to be pawed out.

Time was spent being a theatrical landlady, sorting out the next arrivals and departures in Scarborough. A mooring for Oleanna was sought and achieved. Theatrical digs needed extra confirmation for myself for panto, landladies and admin staff getting their wires crossed. No time left for much else in the day.

2 locks, 3.3 miles, 59 minutes brisk walking, 1 box wine, 1 red pepper, 6 bananas, 3 lodgers sorted, 1 mooring obtained, 1 small double room just fine, 2 extra weeks to cruise, 1 rendez vous postponed, 2 salmon fillets, 1 big fat Mrs Tilly stamp of approval.

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Will St Swithin’s Come Good? 15th July

Staniland Marina to Thorne Visitor Moorings

Rain forecast for this afternoon we opted to move sooner rather than later and hope there would be space on the visitor moorings as we were in need of a refill of water and there is the preferred place for Sean to come and fit our new pram cover side.

At Thorne Lock two narrowboats were just coming up, the bridge still needed to be swung, so I helped with the barriers and pushed the bridge out of the way with the chatty volunteer. He isn’t really chatty, in fact he hardly says anything just an acknowledgement that you’ve said something. I hopped back on board and headed to the bow, hoping there’d be space for us on the moorings.

The bank moorings were full, but there was only one widebeam on the pontoons, yipee! We turned in bow first, bagging the pontoon that would serve us best. It took a while to get moored up as the pontoons are so short and the wind wasn’t helping, pushing us away. Then out with the hose pipe, we then remembered about the trickle of pressure here. Oh well we weren’t planning on going far today anyway, just turning round infact.

The rain started early as the water tank filled, we headed indoors to do chores, have a shower and then have lunch. As soon as the tank was full we winded and reversed back onto the pontoon, the side needed by Sean against the pontoon now. We just need to know when he’s coming. Mick called him.

Thursday! Oh blimey, do we overstay by a day? Or go away and come back risking that we won’t be the right way round or even find a space again? We’ve opted to move on if the moorings get busy, but if they don’t we’ll be on our way as soon as Sean has finished work.

It rained, quite hard at times. it’s what we need more of. Will St Swithin’s come good and it keep on doing so for the next 40 days and nights? What we actually need to know according to Wikipedia is if it rained on St Swithun’s Bridge in Winchester today or not?

I got news through that my digs for panto have been booked. I’m staying at the haunted bakery where I had one night when working on Cinderella two years ago. A very nice husband and wife for hosts and a fascinating building 10 minutes walk from the theatre. Susanne who I stayed with before has moved out of Chippy and it’s just that bit too far to walk along dark roads.

I’d arranged to see Della today, but the rain was off putting. However I changed my mind as the sun came out a little after 5pm, I sent her a message and set off to go for a walk anyway, it turned out she’d opted to visit her sister instead.

I had nice walk around the fishing ponds that you can see from the train and managed to get my 40 minutes of brisk walking done before the heavens opened again. There’s lots of ripe fruit hanging from the trees.

Then I sat down to check over the sock I finished last night. Hmm! It fitted me okay, but could do with just a little bit more space for the next size up. I don’t normally try the socks on that I knit, but having done a section of alternating yarns every stitch I wanted to make sure I’d compensated enough for the extra thickness. I reworked out my pattern and cast on a new sock, keeping the original as reference.

I’d suggested watching a film, but there were three days worth of cycling on the box to watch, so Mick spent much of the afternoon watching scenery in France. By the end of the day Mick was up to date with everything and the heavens had opened up again. Rumours are that Vazon Sliding Bridge was opened during the day today. A boat approached getting ready to moor up and wait for it to open at 4am, but they got straight through. Sadly by the time we reach it the temperatures will have risen above 15C again and we may end up having to wait a few days.

1 lock, 1 swing bridge, 0.5 miles, 1 wind, 1 very windy day, 1 soggy day much needed, 1 load washing, 1 clean pooh box, 1 full water tank, 0.5 of a sock, 3 days worth of cycling, 1 drugs run, 2.61 miles, 42 brisk minutes, 2 naughty pieces of chocolate orange (left over from Christmas), 1 haunted digs, 0 shore leave until we’ve a new side.

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Stumpy And Me. 13th July

Huddles Ground Winding Hole to opposite Stanilands Marina

White top milk, W5, Trendy Walthamstow and National Bowls were topics today on the Geraghty zoom. Maybe the TV series Scrublands should have been included, set in the heart of Australia a journalist works his way through a tragedy that befell a small town. I say this as early on Mick spotted someone walking on the parallel track with a rifle in hand! They dipped down at one point, camouflage working a treat, presumably to take a shot at something, thankfully facing away from Oleanna!

We needed to make a move today, so we opted to get moving late morning, hoping some boats might have moved on from Thorne. Not far to go, only a mile and a half.

Ten years ago, as we set off to descend Gunthorpe Lock on the River Trent, I thought that I should maybe trim my nails before reaching our destination for the day. Well, today I opted to trim them the normal way, clippers and nail file, rather than the more drastic method I used for my little finger back then! All nine nails are now a similar length and shape with no rough edges from model making and no visit to hospital either.

We followed widebeam Lollipop in towards Thorne, so we weren’t rushing anywhere. They pulled in to moor at the first space, we carried on, finding that no boats had moved since yesterday. We opted to reverse back, but were beaten to the space by another widebeam that zoomed in to snatch the space. Oh well, we’d opt for the space on the bend with the wonky edging.

A shopping trip into town to stock up on veg and bananas, that was enough for today in the humidity, we settled down to potter away the remainder of the day. NB Watershed arrived and squeezed in infront of us, they plan to head to Vazon Sliding Bridge and hope to get through in the next couple of days when the overnight temperatures are due to be low enough for it to open. We will follow suit once we’ve finished in Thorne.

Front to back L to R
Heather (Lady A), Sir Alan, Laura
Sue, Ali, Paul, Jaye, Fleur, Emily, Dawn, Frank, Tigger
Andy, Kate, Lee, Ben, Michael, Ruth.
**What a wonderful bunch.**

Ten years ago we were headed to Newark, to moor at Kings Marina, pick up a hire car and drive up to Scarborough to celebrate the Stephen Joseph Theatre’s 60th birthday. This of course didn’t happen, Oleanna was returned to the pontoon moorings at Gunthorpe and we spent the day at Nottingham’s QMC. Today up in Scarborough the 70th birthday was being celebrated. A company of actors were to perform excerpts from plays performed at the Theatre through the decades and from it’s three homes. A large group of my contempories were in the audience to enjoy the afternoon. I wish we’d been there too to have a catch up, but I think today subliminally I needed to be on Oleanna.

0 locks, 1.5 miles, 1 bendy mooring, 9 nails manicured, 4 bags shopping, 10th anniversary, 70th birthday, 2 outsides, 2 woofer neighbours, 1 on a lead, 1 nips at children, 2.35 miles walked, 30 minutes briskly, 1 gunman in the friendly cover!

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Such A Cherub. 6th July

Stubbs Bridge to Pollington Bridge

A new puzzle this morning. A new name!

Today the wind was much reduced. Tilly had some shore leave whilst we chatted to Mick’s siblings. Topics today, down grading hire cars, Inverness, Halifax, £1000 for a Premier Inn room and disembodied voices.

The yellow water was delt with, a load of washing put on and Tilly came home on cue, time to make a move. The drawing board was lifted back onto the dinette table and I worked my way through the rest of the scenery whilst Mick moved the outside.

He pulled us up to top up with water above Whitley Lock, here we disposed of our old hose reel, one less thing to move about in the cratch when coming in to moor up. With the key of power I did the honours at the lock and we dropped down to the next long stretch of canal.

The side hatch went from being open, to having the glazed doors closed, to having the outer doors well and truly closed. It sounded like Mick was pulling us in, had we reached Pollington Lock? He was pulling in on the wrong side of the canal for that. It was raining, the sky was black behind us, this was soon to arrive overhead, so Mick was aborting our cruise.

He’d pulled up just short of some bollards. I had to shout to make him aware of them, so we nudged up to make mooring a lot easier and more importantly quicker!

After lunch the weather calmed down. Tilly went out, a whole new outside for her to explore. It got the paws up, or should that be down for a stamp of approval.

By the end of the day I’d finished the working drawings. Just the groundplans and section to finish off now, but they can wait for tomorrow.

I popped burgers and what would have been veg kebabs into the oven to cook, outside not really suitable for a bbq. We’ll end up having eaten everything suitable for outdoor cooking by the time the next heatwave arrives, which looks like it is on it’s way. Shady trees will not be so easily found as they were in York. Plus our route southwards is more than likely to be blocked due to high temperatures, low levels and sand bars! What will be will be, and we’ll see where we can get to once we are no longer tied to my panto designing.

More cycling and cricket was watched.

1 lock, 5.5 miles, 1 very soggy afternoon, 1 leaking window, 1 drain hole cleared out, 5 sheets drawings, 1 panto drawn up, 1 Mrs Tilly stamp of approval.

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Saying Goodbyes. 1st July

New Walk to Naburn Visitor Mooring

Last night shortly before we headed for bed we could hear music heading our way. Was this Orchid returning? He’d been down earlier yesterday but then had headed back up stream. No this was the other boat, the large cruiser, lights flashing, music expanding and contracting the cabin sides, but no flames from the fire pit on it’s bow tonight. They headed down stream winded, then came back a couple of times. Maybe they think blasting out their music is alright whilst on the move!

This morning the temperature had dropped, our duvet that’s been tucked up at the bottom of the bed for days, had found it’s way back up the bed to cover us. Would today be a long trousers kind of day?

After breakfast I headed off for a walk. See if I could see which poor souls had had to cope with blaring music but also to say my Goodbyes to my home city.

Down to Millennium Bridge, across the river, through Rowntrees Park. The park was York’s first Municipal park gifted to the city in 1921. I find it interesting that Rowntrees park is so close to the old Terry’s factory, Rowntrees being on the other side of the city. I think I’ve only ever been in the park a couple of times so it was nice to see the cafe, the almost empty lake and sculptures.

Onto Bishopthorpe Road, more commonly known now as Bishy Road. The junk shops have gone, now cafes, restaurants and some nice looking shops attract many people. I stopped to buy some eggs then carried on along Nunnery Lane, passing what used to be the Bar Convent School and over the traffic lights down to the station. Here the road bridge (that as a child I never realised was a bridge over where the railway had once punctured it’s way through the city walls) has now gone, concrete shores up the bar walls bank and road works fill the approach to the station. In the coming months I may get to see the station on the way back to Scarborough, but I’m unlikely to see the bar walls.

Down to the river bank, across Scarborough Railway Bridge, photos of the moorings obligatory for us both when on the train. Today only three boats were making use of the rings, one cruiser, a little black cruiser that has a seriously noisy outboard and the large cruiser that had come to visit us last night on it’s alternative mooring by the water point.

Along Lendal, saying goodbye to my Dad’s old office, along Coney Street, then down the side of the Grand Opera House. Posters advertising the autumn tours, Man for All Seasons, and Inspector Morse. Not sure how I feel about Inspector Morse being produced on stage? Maybe I should go to see it.

An early lunch. The levels were now down almost to where they’d been a week or so ago. The large cruiser returned, soon followed by Orchid. Time to make a move, sorry Tilly no shore leave for a while. Under Millennium Bridge, one last look back towards York, our plans don’t have us returning this year. But plans this year need to be kept fluid as much as the network allows.

I dropped below, working my way through panto, taking notes of what needs finishing off and anything that needs altering. Yesterday I’d changed my mind regarding some sliders, they were far too bold to be used for several scenes. I’d started on a differet version and had got so far with it, this seems to be a good solution. Only one bit of model I wasn’t happy with, so that would need remaking, I’d gone a bit overboard with my floristry.

**You can even purchase from your boat!**

Three boats were moored on Naburn cut. We pulled in behind the cruiser that had arrived the other day. It looked like it’s lines had had it on a bit of a tilt when the levels had come up. It took us a while to moor up a stiff breeze trying to push us to the other side of the cut. Then shore leave was granted.

What another outside with no view and little friendly cover! This was soon got over and Tilly disappeared until 5:55, 5 minutes to go before dingding time. Thankfully the internet seems to be better than it was a few days ago.

Mick checked in with Nigel who was penning a cruiser up at the lock. 1:30 tomorrow, he’d be penning us down here in Naburn and then penning us up at Selby. Selby Road Bridge was again playing up, a heat related problem, but if Nigel was around they’d be able to get us through.

An afternoon of working through notes and crossing them off the list. Then some time adding items to a supermarket delivery to arrive in Selby. Then after food it was time for the finale of Traitors NZ 2. Oooh blimey! I don’t want to say anymore incase others are still watching it, but it went the way we thought it would with a couple of twists on the way.

0 locks, 4.9 miles, 1 wind, 1 stubborn rope, 2 noisy boats, 0 queue at the ice cream boat today, 1 fond farewell to York, 3.28 miles walked, 59 minutes briskly, 1 calf hopefully mended, A4 sheet of notes, 1 arch rebuilt, 3 more roses, 2 outsides, 1 Mrs Tilly stamp of approval.

River’s Coming Up. 29th June

Naburn to the over hanging tree New Walk, York

With temperatures set to rise over the next couple of days we needed to find a shady spot, we knew where to head. Tilly had some shore leave whilst we talked to Kath and Sean on the Geraghty weekly zoom. Hygenists, NHS and noisy boats were todays topics. Kenny the Lock Keeper was out mowing the grass at the top of the bank and the river bus arrived to pick up passenegers from the campsite, it was all quite busy for a while and I did wonder if Tilly might have ventured further away. But when I went out to call for her she appeared from behind the hedge and came running straight away, a good if noisy morning.

As we moved up to the water point we could see that the river had come up, no longer a step up onto the bank and across they way the timber on the side of the cut was at least half submerged.

The new hose was reeled out and given a thorough flushing through before it started to fill our tank. Kenny came over to confirm the time of our departure in a few days time. Topped we were on our way back into town. I got on with work, pausing to wave to my family home and Philli’s boat as we passed. At New Walk Mick was pulling in, time to help.

He’d pulled up a little further along, hoping to put more space between us and the cruiser Orchid that was moored by Millenium Bridge. But the tree we were under was a willow, they have a tendancy to crack in the heat and the over hanging branches wouldn’t give us quite the shade we were after, so we pulled back to where we’d been last time. Here we could see how much the river had come up, the eyes that we’ve been using to tie to were half submerged. We needed to check the levels!

Viking Recorder gauge was on the rise. I tried to remember how high the river had to be before the bank started to go under water (a calculation I’d made when we were here in 2020), I think it was 0.9m. The prediction was close to that, we might require wellies.

So where was all this water coming from? It’s not rained in York. Well the catchment area for the River Ouse is up in the Yorkshire Dales where it must have been raining a couple of days ago, too much for the land to just soak it straight up.

I worked away the afternoon as the sun came out and heated up the world around us. We noticed on the Strawberry Fools group that Brian and Jo after the Wash crossing had headed home to York for a few weeks, but when they return to NB That’s It they were planning on heading onto the Middle Level. I sent Jo a message asking if they’d like to borrow our Middle Level windlass and key, saving them £23 for a windlass they’d use once maybe twice. I gave them our location and how long we’d be here for.

**The first blue lining, the rest will wait for a canal mooring**

As the afternoon continued the river carried on rising, the rings now below the water level. This is why on a river you should always tie off back to your boat, so you still have access to them to slacken them. We hoped someone would loosen the ropes on the cruiser down in Naburn that had been left last night.

Brian’s voice could be heard on the bank, they’d come to pick up the windlass. Lots of tales of the Fund Britain’s Waterways flotilla cruise southwards from where we left them, the Thames, upper and lower, then the Wash crossing. They’ll be making their way back northwards in about a months time after bagging another silver propellor location, well that’s if one of the locks on the River Nene reopens before then! If it doesn’t there will be quite a few boats doing the reverse journey across the Wash.

As we stood chatting the big loitering cruiser came past, Orchid had gone past earlier. The chap shouted from his cabin ‘The river’s coming up!’ Yes we did know and were keeping an eye on levels along with predicted levels. Predictions were around 0.9m still over 2ft below where there’d be danger of Oleanna coming over the bank.

During the evening we kept an eye on our ropes, slackening them off quite a bit. Gradually the river looked as if it was peaking and upstream levels were starting to fall. We know what the river in York can do, I grew up watching it rise and fall flooding the land infront of our house several times a year, it’s not unusual in York. If the predicted level was going to be much higher or for a prolonged period we’d have headed back to Naburn as we did in 2020. The noisy boats were more than likely heading to the end of Marygate where the bank is higher and they could tie off to mooring rings.

By the time we went to bed the river had peaked and the bank hadn’t gone under water, no need to dig the wellies out and we’d have our shady mooring for tomorrow.

0 locks, 4.9 miles, 1 wind, 1 full water tank, 1 booking confirmed, 2 waves, 1 very shady tree, 1 river rising, 55cm in 24 hours, 10pm peek, 0.81 meters, 1 windlass and key, 1st blue lining ready for florestry.

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Narrowboat Oleanna

Travels of Narrowboat Oleanna