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Assisted. 4th August

The Lock Keeper to mile marker 23

Alarm set early so we could move off the lock landing. A cuppa made to have whilst we made ready, this included adding some more water to the pound as we’d woken up on a list. The boat in front were also awake and kept looking at the level but not doing anything about it. However it was soon rectified, the advantage of being on a short pound. We left them to it and started to make our way down into Worksop, they had plans on getting through the assisted passage as well today, there was plenty of time.

Worksop was just waking up, not many people on the towpath as I walked ahead to fill the locks. The jigsaw is still to be started at Worksop Town Lock, you’d have to be careful picking the pieces up with the amount of broken glass around this morning. A cruiser sat bobbing about below as the lock emptied. I walked on ahead wanting to have a closer look at some fine buildings just set away from the canal.

A hunt around on old maps suggests this was stables, the fire station and electricity works. The buildings have been restored and look grand. There’s also quite a few posh cars parked outside.

Further along the towpath people fished, a chap slept on the tarmac, his belongings along side him. Posh cars and homelessness right alongside each other.

Above Kilton Top Lock there was a boat moored on the lock landing, they’d come out from Shireoaks yesterday morning and headed straight here. We pulled up just as it started to rain so were indoors sheltering before things got too wet. Time for a leisurely breakfast before the lock keepers arrived. A film crew were busy on the offside moorings, possibly for the next series of Narrow Escapes.

The skies cleared up a touch a little before 11 so we helped the boat in front to fill the lock just as Richard from CRT arrived. There would be one boat coming towards us and I informed him of another boat that had said they’d be coming down today, but there was still no sign of them. The level below was a touch low but hopefully with a couple of locks full of water it would improve. It was slow going but both boats got to Kilton Low Lock.

I think the boat coming up was NB Mr Toad and as he passed Oleanna he recognised us, he’d seen us somewhere miles away maybe last year. It was our turn to go down, the Lock Keeper not the most positive of chaps and really not wanting to hang around to wait for another boat. I wonder if they turned up soon after we left or towards the end of the assisted passage window at 1pm.

I walked on ahead, where should we moor up. All the time the wind was building and a constant drizzle hung in the air. I paused at the first 2 day mooring and called back to Mick, it would be okay there but we opted to carry on.

**The three bridges of the Chesterfield**

By the time I’d walked to Rayton Farm Bridge I’d caught up with the boat ahead, they’d paused to clear the prop. At Osberton Top Turnover Bridge I crossed the canal, but hung back, not wanting to draw attention to where we were wanting to moor. I followed on behind at an inconspicuous distance reaching the 23 mile marker, walked a little distance further on then stood and waited for Oleanna to arrive.

Moored up in time for lunch and five, yes five hours of shore leave for Tilly. We didn’t think she’d be too keen as it was raining, at times exceedingly heavy and Floris’s winds starting to really buffet the trees ahead of us.

We pottered away the afternoon. In one dry spell Mick cleared the weedhatch of weed, I caught up on the blog and Tilly … well she was busy being a thug somewhere. A few hours later the following boat came past, maybe they’d pulled in after the locks and waited for the rain to stop, the wind wasn’t giving up anytime soon!

5 locks, 3.5 miles, 7am start, 1 list, 2 in the queue, 1 damp walk, 5 hours shore leave, 1 happy cat, 1 exceedingly windy day, pair 103 re-started much better, 1 Mrs Tilly stamp of approval.

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North By North East. 28th July

Retford and Worksop Boat Club

With Tilly busy outside I got the bathroom bottomed and then the mop and bucket out. Two washes for the floor today, then a nice sit down outside whilst everything dried off. This gave me chance to chat to the lady from the boat behind and a chap who’d been cutting the grass, we’d found ourselves all staring out across the field alongside the moorings.

We’ve actually been plugged into the boat behind’s electric, which I apologised for, when we’d arrived they’d been moored nearer the club house but had come back to their mooring. I promised that tomorrow when we moved off I’d make sure she was plugged back into her meter.

Over in Scarborough Mick visited the hospital first thing then headed back to the house to finish off and pick up his bits, leaving our new lodger in residence. He then hopped onto the Coastliner bus to York. However, with the bus running 15 minutes late on arriving in to Malton and it being full of very noisy kids he decided to swap modes of transport to York and changed to the train, not free but would mean he’d catch all his connections, most importantly the last bus back to Clayworth which leaves Retford at 15:55.

After lunch I plotted out a walk. Maybe 50 minutes, I should be back just before Mick arrived. Back along the towpath towards Drakeholes, I then retraced my steps towards the Nature Reserve, finding a path across the harvested field much easier than when going the opposite way.

I could see clouds of dust being kicked up by the tractors in the fields bailing up the straw. I hoped that the field I was wanting to return by wouldn’t be being harvested.

On reaching the River Idle I turned almost back on myself into the next field, maize, these certainly wouldn’t be being harvested yet. My OS map showed a path across the field heading in a north north easterly direction, now where was that path? The start of the field was a touch bald of crop, so maybe the way through was a touch further in.

Hmmm?! No sign of it. It should just clip the corner of the next field! I started to walk along one of the tractor gangways hoping to find a way through. Nope! I walked and walked, at least the going was easy on the wide path. Aware that maybe I should be walking around the edge of the field I decided that actually I’d be doing no harm to my self or the crop by keeping to the pathway. On and on it went, the maize getting higher and higher. Over head I could hear a plane. Was I about to enter into a Hitchcock film? Be chased along through the crop by a plane swooping low? My pace was brisk, brisker than normal. If I carried on north by north north east I must surely reach the edge of the field sooner or later. Thankfully gradually the maize reduced in height and the edge of the crop arrived. I walked back to South south east to where I could see a bridge over a drainage ditch. I was back on track.

Except no I wasn’t! Another field of maize! The footpath totally obscured again, the tractor pathways narrower than before and running almost due north not north east. At least this field looked to be smaller and I soon reached the far end, followed the edge of the field back southwards, crossed into the next field. oh thank goodness a proper grassy path to follow.

But swapping into the next field to walk the boundary I really needed a machete! Brambles, nettles, thistles clawed at me, the not so friendly cover at times over my head, was this really a footpath? There had been a yellow topped post pointing me this way. Then finally I climbed up through some bracken another yellow topped post and popped out onto the towpath, what a relief!

The swans escorted me to Otters Bridge where I walked up in to the village skirting across the bottoms of some gardens, managing to avoid a growling silver back gorilla. At the back of The Blacksmiths pub was a mobile Post Office, very handy if I’d anything to post.

It was now a few minutes after when the bus was due in. When I’d set out on my walk my return time should have been sufficient to have boiled the kettle ready for Mick’s return, but after my extra mile and a half Hitchcock detour he’d get back to Oleanna before me. Sure enough I could see him just stepping down into the well deck.

We spent some time looking at where we need to be next and when. Where would serve our purposes best? A plan was put together to reach the top of the Chesterfield Canal, we just have to hope for no fallen trees, serious weed, or a lack of water to stop our progress.

We’ve got all our fingers, toes and paws crossed.

0 locks, 0 miles, 2 buses, 2 trains, 1 very clean boat, 6 hours shore leave, 1 Hitchcock walk, 1.5 mile detour, 1 jar of olives, 1 boy back home, 79 brisk minutes, 1 plan formulated.

Soggy Southbound. 21st July

Keadby Visitor Moorings to West Stockwith Basin Bridge

Not the best nights sleep sadly. I was aware of all sorts, but had finally managed to drift off by the time the put put of NB Delhi and Python came past heading for the bridge, it was still cool enough for them to go through at around 6am. In fact it was still 15C mid morning as NB Puddle Duck appeared and pulled in on the off side.

Over the last few days we’ve had a chat with the Lock Keeper at Keadby. Mark moving our booking every day to the next one and saying he’d inform West Stockwith of the change due to being held up at Vazon. Today we confirmed our booking for today and then called West Stockwith to confirm with them too.

The cruisers all moved up to the bollards so they could sit out together, we nudged up to the waterpoint to top up our tank. Items were moved into the shower to have a clear well deck, then an early lunch, just as well as the Lock Keeper called saying he thought the tide would be early. There was a boat just about to come up the lock, so could we be ready for when he opened the road bridge for them.

Final checks, life jackets, charts, etc. We were ready for when the bridge opened and swapped places with the boat. The tide was on it’s way in already, the bottom gates of the lock opened at 13:55. Originally we’d been told we’d be sharing the lock with a widebeam, but they’d not shown up, maybe stuck behind a stoppage on the Aire and Calder. So we were on our own, no buddy boat out on the river until the cruisers caught us up.

With low amounts of fresh coming down the river we had to be very cautious about following the red line. A week or so ago a boat heading for Keadby Lock hadn’t crossed over the river towards the east bank and had found themselves stuck on a sand bank until the next incoming tide lifted them off.

This is the third time we’ve done the tidal Trent this year and most sights are now very familiar.

The few bridges, the old windmills now converted into houses.

The cheeky pigeons. Owston Ferry’s two pubs.

With each turn of the river the skies gradually worked themselves from being quite blue, sun cream required when we set off, to being very grey almost black. Thankfully the river seemed to be doing a good job at turning us away from the really dark clouds. I kept quiet about it, hoping it would stay dry until we were moored up for the day. Mick however had to open his big mouth! ‘It’s going to rain!’ So it did!

We were making good progress and as we rounded the bend at Gunthorpe Mick radioed ahead to West Stockwith. I think we were going to be earlier than they’d expected, so they’d get the lock ready for us. Would we like a bow line to help us into the lock? Mick was fairly sure we’d be okay without, not really understanding what help it would be. As the radio was put down we both reached for our waterproofs as the rain started to persist. I could stand with my back to it, Mick couldn’t!

When to move through the boat to the bow? I opted to wait for us to have entered the lock. The rain was now going sideways as the white house appeared beyond the lock. When was Mick going to turn us to face the flow? We’ve not approached West Stockwith from downstream before, it makes for a tighter turn in.

He started to turn as we got close to the lock. The lock is on a bend in the river so getting turned needed to happen before the bank got too close. Would he need a nudge from the bow thruster, he’d changed the fuse this morning. Round we came. Now when to start the turn into the lock. We drifted backwards. The turn in needing revs to get the stern round enough so as not to catch the upstream side of the lock mouth, not too much to end up hitting the downstream side with the bow.

One man and his boat. He brought her round without touching any side, getting a big thumbs up from the Lockie. It was now safe to go through the boat to grab a rope before they started to bring us up.

The rain was now torrential! Water running in rivers down inside waterproof sleeves. Trousers proving just how many litres of water they could soak up. Crutch straps from life jackets doing a good job of directing water to help soak into your underwear. Oleanna rose up, we thanked the lock keepers, but didn’t hang around for a chat. Instead we headed straight through the bridge and pulled in on the first bit of armco.

But where was the nappy pin? Not been used since early April at this mooring. I managed to find a chain in amongst items in the shower and succeeded in not drenching our bed as I went past it twice. The towpath was it’s own canal, three inches deep, squelchy shoes would now fill up.

Tied up we both stripped down to our t-shirt and pants, wet items hung to drip dry under the pram hood. A warm shower each and dry clothes all welcome as the sun came back out and Tilly busied herself down the bank.

I could make us some dhal, or we could head to the White Hart for some food. The later option won. I checked the blog post from nearly two years ago when we’d last eaten here. We’d had to wait quite a while to be served, but the food had been worth the wait. Today they had a table of 25 in for a 40th, we’d have to wait. Thankfully it was worth it again. We both opted for the same as we’d had last time, Fish and chips and the steak and ale pie which is most definitely home made. Very nice indeed. We opted to return back to Oleanna for our second glass of wine, well we had to celebrate finally starting to make our way southwards.

2 locks, 13.9 miles, 1 wind, 1 full water tank, 2 hours to Stockwith, 4 cruisers 30 minutes behind, 1 lovely cruise, last 20 minutes not so, 2 sodden to their pants boaters, 1 hour shore leave made the most of, 18 minutes brisk walk to the pub and back, 1 fish and chips, 1 pie and chips, 1 boat finally headed south.

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A Mouthwatering Afternoon. 14th July

Stanilands Marina

Out the back was checked for our neighbours woofers this morning, the coast was clear, Tilly could have a couple of hours shore leave. She was busy when Mick headed off to catch a train up to Scarborough, a routine blood test after a change in medication required. Thankfully he’d taken a jumper with him as it was a touch chilly in Scarbados when he sat by the Town Hall to eat his sandwich before walking up to the doctors.

Here in Thorne, once Tilly had returned I headed out for a walk. Comrade the Keel had gone into the dry dock, another boat into the other dry dock out in the open, it was really quite busy!

Wide Beam Pearl was just entering the lock, crew training so they got to work the lock even though the chatty volunteer was on hand to help. I carried on along the towpath to Princess Anne’s footbridge. Here the nearest house is for sale. For £250,000 you could own this property and get to know the locals really well whilst they wait for the bridge to open and close for boats. Maybe you could be the engineer who gets called out to sort it. I may now have jinxed our next passage through it!

**Who knew there were Hippos in Thorne!**

Along the road past Nationwide Boat Sales, then back onto the towpath. Blimey the heat kicking up from the baked bank was enormous, thankfully a breeze occasionally wafted across helping to cool the situation. I walked on up to Blue Water Marina and crossed back over the canal at Wykewell Lift Bridge.

The greenest lawn in Thorne showed itself, striped astroturf, nice! Followed by a house surrounded by shingle and some very large succulents. Past a pub that is now a restaurant which had great reflections of the iconic Thorne water tower.

I turned onto West Street which runs right alongside the canal. Here is where some people prefer to moor. Maybe the space next to Oasis might be handy for us in the next couple of days to get our pram cover side fitted. Back through town to post some colour samples off.

**The closest we’re likely to get to seeing Oasis!**

A touch of work this afternoon, well admin. I needed to sort my expenses claim out and do an invoice for the next third of my design fee. Once these were done I planned on pottering about and then heading over to the marina for a meet up with a Boat Woman. However mid afternoon I got a message from Della’s daughter saying she didn’t know what time she’d be home, there had been a hold up at work. No problem, I suspect we’ll be here for another day at least so we’d rearrange.

I went through the props list for panto instead, noting things that could do with a sketched design. There is a large amount of food in the script so I spent a mouth watering afternoon looking for reference pictures of cock au vin, duck a l’orange, crêpes souzette etc. These will all need pantoising but a good start, although quite a few of them would just be in casserole dishes!

Mick was soon home, only five minutes or so at the doctors. Job done.

0 locks, 0 miles, 4 trains, 3.42 miles walked, 61 minutes briskly, 1 small prick, 1 Hippo, 2 many yummy dishes, 2 gates locked, 1 postponement.

The Committee Said ‘Move Along’. 7th July

Pollington Bridge to Smallhedge Swing Bridge, New Junction Canal

A better day weather wise. Best get a move on! But first Tilly was allowed some shore leave. It’s good here! Thankfully she came back when called and we could push off.

I set up the drawing board so I could work as we cruised, I then walked to Pollington Lock, not far ahead. Here a single hander was just finishing comeing up the lock, we were able to swap positions and me hand him his key back once the gates were closed. He kindly offered to work the lock for us, but I’ve spent too much time inside recently to miss the chance of pressing buttons.

Once down the lock I started on my groundplans for panto. Positions of the permenant bits of set easy, then trying to save tracing paper and adding all the moveable elements onto the same plan. In the end I opted to do two plans, one for each act. At the same time I added things to my cross section, which shows heights of scenery and how they can be hidden from view in the flies. I’ve opted to move the bit of scenery I wasn’t sure about to give it more room, but in it’s new position it may require some tweaking to make it work better.

I spotted the tower at the shooting range just before Sykehouse Junction. Mick made the turn to start heading southwards. A boat reversed out from the junction and headed to Goole, a widebeam following us kept on course for there too. Paddle boarders were having a short break on the Went Aqueduct and chatted to Mick as we passed.

It was soon time to work the key of power. Up came the first bridge, holding up one car with a trailer filled with bags of sand. I opted to walk to the next bridge where we coincided with two boats having just come down Sykehouse Lock. Their crew beat me to the bridge panel, I waved Mick on through the bridge as the second boat was a touch behind the first.

**There’s a lot more growth on the New Junction today**

A boat was waiting to go up the lock, crew stood at the bottom gate panel, they were joined by the other crew member. I suspected I knew what the problem might be. Either they couldn’t find where to insert their key of power to get things moving, it is half way along the lock in a separate box that unlocks the barriers to a swing bridge first, then the swing bridge, then you can operate the paddles and gates. Or there was something not quite in the right place therefore connecting a circuit enabling things to be worked elsewhere.

I think they were about to call CRT out when I arrived. It was their first time on moving their new to them boat and the first time through Sykehouse Lock. They’d been told how to work it by people at their marina where they were returning to. They’d done everything but the swing bridge hadn’t clunked into position. I pulled it back a touch, said not to lift the handle but just to let the bridge do the work for you. As it closed into the open position the handle clunked down, circuit connected everything else would now work.

Mick brought Oleanna into the lock, followed by NB Emily. They bought her six months ago and discovered water where it shouldn’t be. So she’d been in Goole having some welding done by Alistair and now was water tight again ready for a refit by them. I stayed to help close up the lock as Mick moved Oleanna on towards the now removed Smallhedge Swing Bridge. At last I’d done some walking, although I don’t know how far or how brisk as my phone was inside the boat.

We moored up close to a tree that Mick thought Tilly would enjoy. ‘Five hours Tilly!’ Brilliant!!!

I’d just put the kettle on and started to clear the table when Mick said there were a couple of Grebes just in front of us with what looked like their nest, which was drifting towards us and Tilly. Ah!!

We needed to move and leave the parents to it, their body language at just us being there wasn’t relaxed, then add Tilly into the mix! Now we needed to remove Tilly from the outside, no easy thing when it’s brilliant here! was her body language. Time to head for a walk with my cat. It took some persuading but in the end she turned to follow, made use of the cat walk, where Mick pulled her inside. Doors closed. Job done.

We untied and moved away as carefully as we could without disturbing Mum and Dad. As soon as we were away from the bank they relaxed, heads back at normal height. We moved along as far as we could before suitable places to tie to were lost. The wind would make the nest drift towards the lock, not such a good thing. Maybe it had originally been in amongst the reeds and had become dislodged by fast moving craft.

Now settled Tilly was allowed out again. There might not be such a good tree in this outside, but the friendly cover is very friendly. So friendly that we decided that shore leave should be stopped short today!

I continued and finished the last of the panto plans. Title boxes added and all filed away ready for my meeting. Just a few bits to do tomorrow and I’ll be ready. Sadly I finished too late to select yarn for the next pair of sockathon socks. Maybe I should do that before I start work tomorrow.

2 locks, 5 miles, 3 swing bridges, 1 held up, 1 already swung, 1 right, 2 parents, 1 egg, 3 outsides, 2 many friends, 14 sheets of drawings complete, 20 years.

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30 On The 30th June

Under a tree on New Walk

By the time we were up this morning the river was well on it’s way down, our tyre fenders were doing a good job of keeping us away from catching on anything on the bank. We’d survived the rising river as we thought we would.

Today was going to be more about trying to keep cool than river levels. First thing the sun was managing to shine at us between houses, but that soon stopped and we managed to stay in the shade until late afternoon. This served us well, I was able to keep model making without scalpels slipping , some panto floristry required today.

The costume designer had been in touch, so after lunch we did a bit of show and tell, just to make sure her frocks wouldn’t disapear into my set colours but also so that we were coming from the same place colourwise.

Tilly came and went in the morning, Mick sat out on the path listening to Yorkshire playing cricket up the road in Clifton. If it hadn’t been so hot he’d have gone to watch, but the shade from our tree was far more appealing.

At 4pm it was time for a break from work and a little stroll was required. This year we’ve been extremely reserved on the chilled medication front (unlike some new live aboard boaters!). We’ve been moored close to both floating medication suppliers for a number of weeks this year, today would be our last chance to sample their wares. We walked down to the ice cream boat by Millennium Bridge, only one person in front of us, a suitable amount of time to choose our flavour of medication.

Mint Choc Chip for Mick and Lemon Curd for me. Mick’s came in a cone rather than with one added to a tub this time. We stood in the shade of the trees and enjoyed our treat.

The temperature inside Oleanna reached 30.1C late afternoon, thankfully it hadn’t been that all day. Our evening meal was a couscous salad which only required the electric kettle to be boiled.

Episode 11 of Traitors NZ 2 was watched. Oh blimey! This season has had some really good twists to it. It was too late and too hot to watch the finale, we’ll save that for tomorrow when we’ll be away from the noisy loitering boats!

0 locks, 0 miles, 12 minutes colour chat, 2 hot for cats, 143 for 3, 1 model nearly nearly finished, 30.1C, 2 very yummy scoops well deserved, 5 left, 0 wellies required.

Portals. 23rd 24th June

York

Time to get down to some serious work. Mick was up early and did a very good job of giving me a day on my own. He headed off to Headingley to watch the England versus India test match. During the morning he posted pictures of the ground just as an old school friend did the same from the other end. So at lunchtime Mick and Jeremy met up for a catch up before settling down to watch the afternoons play.

Back on board, Tilly came and went, then she stayed for most of the remainder of the day, tucked up in her escape pod.

Lots of cutting out to do today. Then I realised that having some spray mount would be advantageous. The turquoise paper I’d used for the back ground was likely to distort itself if being stuck down with pva which is something I wanted to avoid. No spray mount in my stocks, so I combined my walk with hunting round York for some.

I tried several stationers, no art shops in the middle of town any more. Then I visited Barnitts, their glue wasn’t repositionable and £1 more than elsewhere, admitedly for a bigger can. I opted for the repositionable brand from Rymans. I also popped into M&S for some lunch things.

I got all the backgrounds stuck down and did some extra painting here and there and popped a big vat of Yaxni on to cook using some of the chicken stock I’d made when I jointed a chicken the other day. Very nice it was and a good way to use up old potatoes and bits and bobs.

Chris the Pink Hat Man today completed the 82nd day of his walk from Lands End to John O’Groats to Lands End! Today he reached John O’Groats where he enjoyed some chilled medication despite it being a touch chilly to celebrate him turning around to return southwards. Chris is heading back by a different route which will take him along quite a few canals, so once he’s back in England keep an eye open for his hat, you can’t miss it! Here’s his video from today, with awards for his best room with a view, meals etc. His walk is in aid of Hope and Homes for Children. Well done Chris.

**The staircase in what used to be Habitat**

Tuesday, as much as Mick really wanted to go back to Headingly it wasn’t a suitable thing to do as he had a phone appointment with a nurse at the GP’s in the afternoon. It turned out that he made the right descission as the match was very exciting at 6:30 when his phone call was due to happen!

Instead, to keep out of my way he caught a train over to Scarborough to do a turn around. Last week we’d had Alex and Angie of Heroica Theatre Company stay with us. We don’t normaly do single weeks as it’s not that cost effective for us, but we knew the house would be immaculate after their visit, which it was. Just the bed to change, pop fresh towels out and cut the grass before waiting for his phone call. All good just a slight change of medication.

On Oleanna I finished off the cloths and portals for my model, carefully alligning coloured paper so joins wouldn’t be horrible when enlarged by 25. I then chose which scene to start painting the scenery for. I opted to start in the kitchen, yellow green and fuchia pink, it is panto afterall! Still a bit to do, but a good start.

0 locks, 0 miles, 4 trains, 1 can spray mount, 1 day walking, 2.95 miles walked, 42 minutes briskly, 2 portals, 2 cloths, 1 dresser, 2 ground rows, 1 door, 1 cat who has given up!

3 Stamps? 16th June

Stubbs Bridge to Sykehouse Junction

Shore leave permitted for an hour whilst we had breakfast and got ourselves ready for the day. Our chosen route back to York had been because we wanted to top the diesel tank up before setting forth on the tidal river again, so a return to Goole was needed. Then we plan to head out through Ocean Lock and turn left heading up stream on the Ouse.

ABP operate Ocean Lock at Goole, you can pay to go through at a chosen time, but passage is possible for free at certain times of the tide, for us it’s 2.5 hours before high tide. The other day Mick had called to make a booking, the ABP keeper doesn’t give advice as to journey times, when to lock out as C&RT Lock Keepers do. My question to Mick, was there enough time with the tide to reach Naburn? He’d booked that lock the other day but the person who answered the phone didn’t have the knowledge to give advice, they could just book us in.

For reassuance he tried giving Naburn a call, just the answer phone. Maybe someone would be on duty at Selby Lock, there was. The keeper, checked a couple of things and said we should be fine. Mick asked if there would be anyone at Selby should we need to pull off the river, yes there would be someone on duty. However quarter of an hour later they called us back, saying if there were no bookings for the lock then no-one would be there.

A stoppage notice came through. Selby Swing Bridge has a fault and is closed to boat traffic, looks like we’d decided on a good route to avoid the closed bridge. But it also means there is even less likely to be a Lock Keeper on duty in Selby when we pass.

Just as we were about to push off Gary from All Seasons Covers rang about our pram cover. Sadly he didn’t have a template for our covers still, but I could possibly use the other side panel to see if they might have matched. Or he suggested as I was a creative person I’d be able to make a template, if I could find something large enough to use. With the wind being as it is round here this is unlikely to happen soon.

We pushed off, the sun shining down, should have put sun cream on but didn’t think about it until my arms felt a little bit hot! At Whitley Lock there was a volunteer on duty, Mick had the VHF radio on and had heard some conversation between a CRT boat and Off Roader at Pollington. A boat was coming up in Whitley Lock, a single hander who had closed the gates behind him and then was clinging onto his lines for dear life as his boat rose after the volunteer had set the sluices going. The lock fills from the lock island side, so where his boat was positioned the water was bouncing back off the wall where he was trying to hold his boat. If he’d got on his boat before the volunteer had pushed any buttons it would have all been so much easier.

The volunteer worked the lock for us along with a widebeam that had arrived whilst we were waiting. No mention that Off Roader was on its way.

A long sleeved top was now required to cover pink arms. I own a couple of nice linen shirts, but they have been packed away in a suitcase at the house for eleven years! As we reached the maintenance yard at Great Heck we could see the approach of a very heavily laiden Off Roader, sat much deeper in the water than I’ve seen her of late at Lemonroyd. We made sure we held back some to give her enough room to come past all the work boats. As it came towards us the wheel house rose up having just come under a bridge.

**Pollington Lock with it’s bottom gate open**

Would there be a Lockie at Pollington? No just a single hander who I rushed to assist saving him some effort by working the lock to bring them up. Down we went, the bywash below not quite as strong as it has been recently, but enough force to keep the body of a deer pinned to the bank, the second one we’d seen today.

**Not so green on this side of the canal**

I had planned on roasting half a squash and a big bag of carrots this morning, but only remembered now. The aim had been to do the cooking whilst the world was still cool then be able to cool the boat down before it got too hot. I peeled and chopped the veg and set the oven going. Opened every window, side hatch with mesh in it, trying to create enough breeze through the boat without aiding a cat to escape.

One boat moored by the reservoir at Sykehouse Junction, but no-one on the 2 day mooring. We pulled in and took up our preffered place, not too close to the aqueduct but on the T studs. Shore leave rules were recited and the doors left wide open for Tilly to enjoy the outside and the boat to hopefully cool down with a breeze blowing through. After about half an hour all the doors were closed as Tilly had returned with a friend! Itcs dwaed godod herere, she said with her mouth full!

The afternoon was spent doing colour samples for panto. Should the twisty bits be golden, cream, yellow, bright green or dark green? Should the background be a solid colour or sprayed out to the edges? Then what should the front cloth look like in comparison? Far too many decisions and too many colours on my samples to really make up my mind. I’d look again in the morning. I did however decide how I should paint the roses, an Art Nouveau style rather than a boaty roses and castles style.

**Every brush stroke will be blown up to 25 times bigger**

Over lunch we decided to change our cruise up to York. Going all the way from Goole to Naburn is possible, but it’s a long time to be stood at the back of your boat, but would we be able to change our lock bookings? Mick tried calling Selby and left a message. You need to give them 48 hours notice, this was only 46. He then rang Naburn to change our booking to the following day, left a message there too. Kenny called back within the hour, booking changed. We still needed to hear back from Selby though.

It was hot out there, so when Tilly returned with still twenty minutes of shore leave to go we opted to close the doors and keep her in, dingding time a touch early today, at least the wet food would help to hydrate her. But I hadn’t finished, I had buisness to attend to! Don’t you know this is a three stamp of approval outside!! She wasn’t happy, but thankfully she soon fell asleep exhausted.

2 locks, 8.2 miles, 1 right, 2 outsides, 1 heavily loaded Off Roader, 1 very sunny day, 2 pink arms, 1 designer who can’t make her mind up 2 many colours, 7 pink roses, 1 air brush required, 1 cuckoo, 24 yellow hammers, 4 hours shore leave, 1 booking moved, 1 to make, 1 friend at least, 1 Mrs Tilly stamp of approvel, that’s the third one, it’s an award winning mooring!

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Guarding The Box. 9th June

Granary Wharf, Scarborough and Chipping Norton

A silly timed alarm clock for us onboard today. I was up breakfasted, butty made and on my way into the station at 7am, Mick stayed in bed, Tilly stayed curled up. Today I would be heading to Chipping Norton for the white card model meetng for Panto. Mick would be heading to Scarborough to do things he’d forgotten to do with a pint of milk and a key. Tilly would be snoozing a lot, but looking after the boat, a very important job.

First train took me to Doncaster, I had two seats to myself, so one for me the other for the model box which had only just squeezed into an Ikea bag yesterday for ease of carrying. Next train was from an adjacent platform, this would take me to Birmingham New Street, I had several tickets to cover me for this part of the journey which meant changing reserved seats. Instead I opted to pop the model box on the top of the luggage rack and sit opposite it on an available seat so that I could keep a close eye on it.

Next was a change at New Street and a wait, glad not to be rushing to change trains. The train would get me to Banbury, but my split ticketing (to save at least £100) had me moving seats several times. Blimey the train was chocka! Could I be bothered in fighting to reach my first reserved seat and then hope I wouldn’t have to move for someone else? The answer was no, instead an hour of standing protecting the model box as bets I could, moving out of the way for doors opening. I’m so glad I don’t have to do this as often as I used to when I lived in London, and the models then tended to be far bigger.

Hello Banbury, no aroma today! The familiarly coloured roof of John’s car/truck came into view, I had a lift rather than catching the bus out to Chippy. Time to catch up on lots of stuff during the drive, who had left the theatre since I was last there and who was new.

**All set up in order and ready to show the model**

We set ourselves up on the stage, all black tabs (curtains) and lots of speakers about the place. A table, angle poise, note books, laptop, everything to hand apart from a cuppa. The two of us were straight into working our way through the show with the model. A useful time. Should that move there, or here? The next scene change would be harder if we did that. How to transition between this and that, a few bits of writing required, it’s handy the director also being the writer.

A sheet of notes for me to address once home, one scene just nudged about a touch and a bit of model adjusting required for it, but generally all was good. We had eight minutes left before others would join us, time to finally make a cuppa and grab a few bites of chicken sandwich before we started.

**Not so neat and tidy after going through it twice**

Paul joined us (Technical and Facilities Manager) and a new lady who I think works in develepment and fundraising. Gemma (Production Manager) joined via zoom, sadly she’d not been able to join us in person. We worked through the model in a more practical way as John and I’d already done the arty bits. An hour and a bit later we’d got through the show, no indictation on how we were in regards to the budget though. Some chat about trying to get ahead more this year. Last year this had had to happen as their designer wasn’t hands on like me. So we need to find a balance between the two, enough to keep me occupied and far enough ahead to reduce hours during rehearsals.

Time to head back to Leeds. I had several possible trains I could get with my tickets and luckily Paul and his wife Helen gave me a lift back to Banbury so I managed to avoid the bus again.

Unfortunatly there had been a tree fall on the line which had held my train up by half an hour. On the southbound platform it was worse as there was a trespasser on the line further south, so all trains were being held at stations until the line was clear.

Time to go into guarding mode again, the train packed with people trying to get somewhere, anywhere. I stood in the vestibule, but thankfully after a couple of stops I spotted a spare seat. Time to sit with the model on my knee. Another change in Birmingham, another busy train, my journey now an hour later than planned, another seat with the model on my knee. Thankfully at Sheffield the train thinned out and I got the seat next to me for the model box, no need to watch everyone going past anymore. Finally I could get my knitting out and do a few rows, toe 199 coming along nicely.

Arriving back in Leeds just gone 9pm I was glad all I had to do was walk down to the South Entrance and back to the boat, only 2 minutes of brisk walking done today. Mick had been warned of my lateness, so he’d bought in pies and baked some potatoes, all accompanied by a much needed glass of wine.

Mick had traveled to Scarborough by the Coastliner from Leeds, so his bus pass came in handy, swapping buses in York meant he got a comfort break too. He did the few things at the house that were needed and tip toed around avoiding getting anything dirty. Then had caught a train back to Leeds using up a spare ticket he still had.

Tilly, what had she done? Well she’d watched the local swans swimming about showing off their cygnets and had a good old snooze for much of the day. It’s a hard life!

0 locks, 0 miles, 6 trains, 2 buses, 2 lifts, 5:50 alarm, 1 full on solid day, 3 bite lunch break, 1 warm welcome back to Chippy, A4 sheet of notes, 0 major, -1 pint milk, 1 shed door locked, 2.23 miles walked, 2 minutes briskly! 3 cygnets.

It’s Just Some Old S**t. 1st, 2nd June

Aire and Calder Navigation

Paul Fernley Whats-his-face, Shetland plans, Sherry, Mars Bars and AI train Announcements were the topics of the Geraghty zoom on Sunday morning after we’d had a cooked breakfast without eggs.

Having a car meant we could head to Tescos to stock up on a few things that Lidl wouldn’t have, enough supplies for one onboard and a loaf of bread for Mick to take back to the house. After lunch I cracked back on with model making as Mick reset the toilet, our fourth solids bucket being put into action. Then the trolley came out along with bungees and three buckets of some old S**t headed off to go in the boot of the car then on to Scarborough to do its composting for a year or so mixed with garden waste. The fishermen must have wondered what sort of bait Mick had and so much of it!

Model bits for Act 2 were started.

Monday and Mick awaited the chaps who were coming to fit the new lean too at the house, we hadn’t heard anything from the company for a few weeks, admitedly we’d not called them last week to check they were still on track, but sure enough they were. The hope that the roofer would return today to look at some dodgy flashing that a cowboy had done a few years ago was obviously postponed due to their van breakdown…..again! Here’s hoping they turn up and sort things which will in turn sort a persistantly damp wall in the kitchen.

Time to harvest the first of the Alpine Strawberries from the roof of Oleanna. These little plants have regenerated several times over since I bought them from an honesty box on the Trent and Mersey years ago, they seem to have enjoyed being repotted this year and hopefully there may be some berries at the house too.

Wiggly things and more beads stuck to wire and card today, more inventing for intentions sake. Mid afternoon there was the Hello from Mick returning with empty buckets, a huge bag of wooden cat litter and several weeks worth supply of toilet roll, he’d ordered plenty from Naked Sprout so I suspect The Shed room in the house is now filled with bamboo toilet rolls with nowhere to sleep.

We delt with the yellow water, water supplies onboard were deemed to be enough to last out the next few days. Then it was time for Mick to head off to return the hire car to York and catch the CoastLiner bus back to Scarborugh to see how the lean to had progressed during the day. Not bad, all the frames were up, no glazing but that would follow tomorrow.

By the end of the evening I’d only got one more scene to make in the model box, the walkdown finale.

0 locks, 0 miles, 1 return trip to Scarborough, 3 buckets of deposits, 1 broken down van, again! 6.71 miles, 95 brisk minutes, 0 new PA notes, 1 framework up, 1ft diameter giant wiggle, 47 beads, 2 more sausage days for Tilly, 1 hire car returned.

Narrowboat Oleanna

Travels of Narrowboat Oleanna