tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39249811658226226282024-03-12T22:58:37.865+00:00The Journey Home and Two Boats Later Jemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01940576034649775931noreply@blogger.comBlogger204125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924981165822622628.post-51625376280069228132019-07-17T11:56:00.000+01:002019-09-03T19:47:15.147+01:00Great Haywood to the Isle of Skye<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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We have mentioned this and apologised before, but we need to mention it and apologise again. We frequently fail to blog at the end of our trips. The start and most of the journey is fairly well documented, but the final chapter is nearly always missing. And although there are no excuses, there are explanations: It is the busyness at the end of the trip, and on the last occassion, it was busier than ever as we met up with family and collected our vehicle from the previous marina.<br />
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But we did arrive at Great Haywood (on the 10th June) where we put the boat on sale with Great Haywood Boat Sales. Captain had been studying the monthly sales (percentage sold of the boats on offer) for various brokers, and Great Haywood came out at the top of his list.<br />
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The boat is now gone to to a happy and excited Bill and Kate who will be taking her down to the River Avon.You could say that first mate has sold her first painting since they wanted the pictures leaving on board. They are all prints in order to preserve the originals so this flattering request was easy to accommodate.<br />
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We are trying our hand at the motorhome thing. We have used our experience of boating and done a skills transfer thing about living smart. The fundamental differences seem to be, getting used to a cassette toilet having had a large holding tank (not a problem) and sussing out the joys of campsites (which are completely new). There are so many options here. Small sites with only 5 pitches called certified locations; large sites with a mix of vehicles and tents which bring kids to play bat and ball at 7 in the morning; adult only sites which suggest the company of intolerant old gits who only want to be with people who look like them. That said, we have had good experiences in campsites on the North Norfolk coast and in Wigton, Cumbria - famous for being the birth place of Melvyn Bragg. In truth, the campsites are just places to take on water and empty the cassette. We are totally uninterested in the showers or laundry facilities. Wild camping is a misnoma since it just means finding a scenic overnight parking spot but it works better for us.<br />
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This our first big road trip to the Highlands of Scotland and it's been grand so far. We have wild camped in the peace of Glen Coe and stayed at a small marina campsite in the historic harbour town of Maryport and are now in a cottage on the shores of Loch Carron.<br />
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Tonight we reached the end (the southern end that is) of The Shropshire Union. We are tied up close to the stop lock which connects it to the Staffs and Worcester, and has, according to my Pearson's guide book, a drop of six inches. </div>
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The journey on the Shroppy has been good. Since we got into the narrow locks, there has been a Goldilocks number of boats about. Not too few - which gives us all the work to do, and not too many - which leads to queues and frustration. Just a perfect number so that in many locks we only had half of the work to do.</div>
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We are very close to Wolverhampton. We am familiar with the Black Country vernacular and thought it safe to engage a row of fishermen in some Wolvo banter. Not so. What ever they said was impenetrable. This led us to that most awful of fall back positions - grinning like idiot children. Even their gestures were ambiguous - were they waving us on or asking us to stop? </div>
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One of the other mysteries is that we are tied up in a leafy spot which conceals a massive sewerage plant. This really smells but not in a way you'd expect. Why does it perfume the air with the scent of of clean laundry? </div>
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Jemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01940576034649775931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924981165822622628.post-7028572511709228252019-06-03T18:16:00.002+01:002019-06-03T18:21:45.064+01:00Ta Ta to Tattenhall<div dir="ltr">
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Today has been gorgeous sunshine and we decided to press on from Audlem through 16 locks and are now tied up in Market Drayton. We've had good dinners in The Barbridge Inn and The Lord Combermere. Tonight we plan to walk up into town for dinner at The Red Lion, a Joules pub, we liked on a previous journey. </div>
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There bow lacks its customary flowers as they might mess up the paintwork. Captain is obsessively polishing at every available moment. The newly blacked hull has taken a few scrapes and scratches down to lockwheleing, high winds and vicious by-washes. </div>
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I have hardly done any cooking and Captain's blog about LPG has had little relevance to this trip so far. We have had to take sandwiches up top as there have been no stopping opportunities in the lock schedule. Then, imagine our delight when at the final.lock of the day, we found a lockside stall with an honestly box. We helped ourselves to scones, jam and clotted cream all freshly bagged up. It had our names on it. Not literally, of course but it felt like when you see a mirage of water in a desert and I thought Panda's Pantry said Pandy's Pantry (my childhood nickname). </div>
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It is baffling to me why the LPG cookers both on our current boat, our previous. boat, and our motorhome take much longer to cook anything than a conventional cooker. Typically we wind the gas up an extra notch and give whatever it is an extra 5 or 10 minutes.</div>
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Now I had presumed that it must be the difference between methane and propane, yet when I research this (research being Wikipedia - where else?) I find that LPG has a higher calorific value and burns at a higher temperature, but there shouldn't be any difference: "It would be difficult, if not impossible, to tell the difference between cooking with natural gas and LPG." </div>
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PS. First Mate is working up to a much more interesting blog, which I imagine might contain detail on our cruise so far, and probably include valuable information on the charity shops of Audlem. <br /></div>
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We have had nine glorious days basking in spring sunshine with temperatures in the mid twenties. We really didn't expect this good fortune for our last trip into Chester. Family helped us down the five locks into Chester and the real Princess Lucy was with us for a sleep over and found it all very exciting. </div>
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Neighbours joined us on Sunday night for dinner at Artichoke. In the morning we all enjoyed a remarkably easy passage down the staircase locks and into the basin for lunch aboard. The drop of the chambers is over 33 feet and the gates are imposing. It was reassuring to have the volunteer lockies managing the water flow. <br />
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The last two posts concentrated on the Captain's recent midnight dip in the canal - and just to make it a tidy run of three posts, he has been at it again!</div>
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This time though was by choice. Before we set off on our Easter jaunt to Chester, we spent a night in the marina. After Jones's tea-time walk, captain thought it wise to check the electricity meter on the jetty, and he bobbed down to look. This was the moment when his phone slipped out of his pocket, and into the deep.</div>
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Armed wih this new knowledge, captain slipped on some old painting clothes and positioned a ladder near where the phone might be. The marina, we now know, is about 4 feet deep, and after padding around in bare feet for 10 minutes or so in 4 or 5 inches of muddy silt, nothing had been found. Captain was getting cold and starting to shake, but at the very moment he declared he was giving up, he stumbled across the phone. </div>
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With the benefit of hindsight, I would probably have done things differently: Possibly I should have despatched someone more sensible to take Mr. Jones for his bed-time wee-wee. First Mate perhaps? Possibly I might have taken less of the Porter? </div>
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Each visit we discover new places: this time, The Botanist, an impossibly trendy bar opposite the Cathedral where they have taken distressed wood, mirrors and metal to a new level of daftness. That said, its mulled wine proved very welcoming on a cold afternoon. The young staff also made a fuss of Jones with water bowls and treats. </div>
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Their friendliness more than made up for a humiliating ejection from Chai Station. This so called vegetarian street food outfit had encouraged us to have a meal there. When we popped in for a takeaway, the voluble owner assured us that we could tuck our small dog under the table. We booked and checked again if we could bring Jones. They said "fine". When we arrived in pouring rain for dinner, we were turned away. This somewhat dampened our spirits until we found ourselves in The Coach House with a bottle of rose and pie and chips. They probably did us a favour with Chai Station having a food hygiene score of just 1.<br />
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This year, we will be at home for Christmas but this trip has been fun and relaxing. After falling foul of the vicious Chester locks a few times, we've finally developed a method that preserves our crockery and glasses. </div>
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<br />Jemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01940576034649775931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924981165822622628.post-59766784889619753182018-08-21T20:19:00.001+01:002018-08-21T20:24:19.052+01:00Going with the Flow<p dir="ltr">The plan to get to Liverpool has been abandoned, at least for this year. We set aside just over two weeks to slip up to the top of the Shropshire Union, out onto the Manchester Ship Canal to Eastham locks, and then across the Mersey (with a Pilot). We were very excited by the prospect of cruising across such a historic estuary into Liverpool Marina via Brunswick Lock. We had planned to stay in Liverpool Marina for a night or two, and then Salthouse Dock was booked for a week. We were then to head to our new marina at Scarisbrick via the Leeds and Liverpool Canal link.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The plan fell apart due to a breach north of Liverpool. Now the breach was (and still is according to CRT) to be fixed by 24th of August, which would have been fine. However, CRT recently cancelled all passages in and out Liverpool to the end of August! This is too late for us, and although the left and right hands of CRT are a bit out of sync, it feels like the sensible idea is to leave it all for now.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So we have mooched down to Chester where we are tied up nicely in our favourite spot (apart from the rather noisy 'cohesion piling' going on across the canal), and where we plan to stay for four nights.<br><br></p>
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Yesterday, we had a steady run from Grindley Brook, impeded a bit as we followed a couple of single handers through most of the locks.<br />
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By late afternoon, we were tied up (next to fellow bloggers <b><a href="http://www.nbamyjo.com/">Amy Jo</a></b>) for our last night on this trip. It was a very peaceful mooring with no roads or railways within earshot. Mr. Jones confirmed his approval, standing on his hind legs sniffing the air, cocking his head at unknown noises from wildlife, and off course he could also sense, lurking behind the hedges, the occasional monster.<br />
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"No worries" he muttered, "One boat won't make much difference." He tied up the boat again and the boat passed, but again, before Captain could untie, two more boats (the two single handers) came around the corner. Captain continued muttering, and muttered even more when a fourth boat went past.<br />
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This phenomenon is now to be know (for no good reason) as Jones' Law, which states "If it is quiet on the canal, and you think it is a good time to set off, then immediately you reach for any rope a small flotilla of narrowboats will pass in front of you."<br />
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Last night was spent in Whitchurch. Well, near Whitchurch, as the canal is a good 25 minutes walk away up a hill. It needs to be worth such a slog.</div>
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There is a navigable arm beckoning in the direction of Whitchurch, but this ends after a short distance. This was restored in the 1990s, but the ambitious plans to extend it further along its old course towards the town, have never found the funds. It's a forlorn promise of what might have been.</div>
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But I wonder whether Whitchurch ever held the charm to captivate First Mate? Perhaps if it still had a nice haberdashery, milliners or hosier, this would have kept her from the Devil's water a little longer. I headed up towards The White Bear where I found her with a drink and a free internet connection. </div>
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First Mate was not impressed by the range of shops in Llangollen. There is no chemist, but a taxidermist; virtually no clothes shops, but endless antique, vintage and fudge shops. We were saved on the grocery front by Aldi, and on the eating out front by a Bruning and Price pub: The Corn Mill, which was top.</div>
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Last night we negotiated the narrow twisty canal exit from Llangollen and stopped (again) at The Sun Trevor for a brilliant meal. It is an interesting family run pub (pub dogs and babies everywhere), but the staff are friendly and whoever is in the kitchen cares about what they are doing. </div>
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First Mate has whipped up a smoked salmon pasta. Wonderful.<br />
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The Pontcysylite aqueduct is certainly an experience, and our experience was generally not going anywhere very quickly. </div>
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Now this certainly prolonged the experience, but somehow it wasn't the way we had imagined it. As it might be seen as racist to criticise those on the slow boat by their nationality, no mention will made of that (or the corks on their hats).</div>
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I think that many travel experiences: the Simplon Tunnel, where all you see from the train is it going dark; those daft runways in the Caribbean - where the wheels of the planes skid across the foreheads sunbathers, and the passenger just experiences a normal landing, are best experienced as an observer, rather than a participant.</div>
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Yesterday we cruised from England into Wales. Then today we cruised from England into Wales. We missed the the bit in the middle where we went back into England.</div>
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Last night we were moored right beside a gorgeous lake called something Mere. Beautiful, tranquil in the fading sunlight. We drank wine on its banks and Mr Jones resisted the urge to jump in after a squadron of noisy ducks. In truth, we had no real idea where we were.</div>
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Chirk is a pretty and sleepy little place where the canal winds around the sides of the valley connected by an impressive aqueduct, but sadly this aqueduct has little claim to any fame with its big brother (the Pontcysylite) a few miles down the canal. There is a nice little Spar shop that had no salad leaves but the full range of Magnums. Well, what are you going to do? </div>
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This Mediterranean style weather has its downsides. We are both covered in insect bites of Sicilian proportions. We have long since ditched the shorts but our legs continue to attract horse flies making us look like <u>we've</u> been paint balled.</div>
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As I write this, Captain has been forced to go to the bar and buy peanuts. With an hour plus wait for food, it has given us ample time to appraise their unique collection of tea pots. Food may arrive at some point but the Rose wine has gone to our heads via our empty stomachs and the tea pots are beginning to become hallucinogenic. </div>
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We are as prepared as we can be: The boat is heavy in the water with wine, the freezer full of ice cream, and the dog (Mr. Jones) has various strange garments to keep him cool. We also have dog gates (fore and aft) which captain has spent the last few weeks whitling and fettling, to keep Mr.Jones both secure and cool.</div>
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Our first day of cruising was full of the expected and unexpected. Typical of boating in general. We expected to be hot as we progressed through five locks and a lift bridge, whiich we were. We didn't expect to be helped through every single one of them including the bridge. We have barely lifted a windlass. All these helplful strangers are on holiday in hire boats and many hung back in the lock to close the gates for us when you might have expected them to be on a mad dash to complete the nine counties ring. Quite the opposite. People couldn't have been more laid back. </div>
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We are moored up in the shade of the trees and about 100 yards from The Dusty Miller in Wrenbury where we are booked in for dinner. After a <u>nap</u> and a shower, that is. </div>
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Jemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01940576034649775931noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924981165822622628.post-51985914056770633432018-04-04T16:34:00.002+01:002018-04-04T16:34:57.722+01:00Double trouble<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We left Chester yesterday morning having had four days mooching about the city and tumbling into Barton Rouge and The Old Harkers for dinner.</div>
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Our neighbours, Mr and Mrs Clayton, provide a much needed service of looking after our house whilst we go off cruising. We are blessed in this respect. It was lovely to see them in Chester and have a walk through the park, onto the river washlands, up onto the city walls and back down the tow path. We finished up with cocktails and a good dinner at the pub. The Harkers never fails to amaze me in that it seems able to consistently produce fresh and delicious food even on the busiest of public holidays. </div>
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The second half was with a young man, navigating the whole of the British waterways in a tiny motorcruiser. You have to admire his spirit. However being in a lock with a small plastic boat is difficult especially with a high risk of crushing his much loved craft. He tended to get out at the locks leaving it bobbing about and getting in the way. First mate was tasked with trying to keep PL2 alongside and keep tight hold of his boat at the same time. Great fun, especially when we met a boat coming down in the upper chamber of the Bunbury flight. It was like one of those puzzles where you move all the pieces round with one square free and then pour hundreds if tons of water down on the operation at the same time.</div>
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Jemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01940576034649775931noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924981165822622628.post-52328467912781480572018-03-31T17:22:00.003+01:002018-03-31T17:22:55.304+01:00Piping AboardThe central heating is now fixed... but what a fault to find!<br />
<br />I won't bore the reader with the unquestionable genius involved in finding the fault, as that is well known, I will just keep, more or less, to the details of the fault.<br />
<br />The story begins seven years ago in a boat building yard.<br />
<br />"Just finish that plumbing in the bathroom," the boss shouted through the porthole, "then you can go home."<br />
<br />The young aprentice looked at the scribbled drawing and the fittings in a box. After ten minutes he shouted up.<br />
<br />"What's this cross on the drawing?"<br />
<br />"Oh yes," the boss answered, "That's the by pass valve."<br />
<br />The apprentice shrugged his shoulders having no idea what that meant.<br />
<br />"They used to baffle me when I was your age. The thing is if you pipe it up like you might expect, and then if you turn all your radiators off, there is no flow at all through the coil in the hot water tank, and so you get no hot water. The by pass valve allows a little flow past the radiators so that you get hot water.<br />
<br />"Right," said the apprentice rummaging through the box.<br />
<br />"And that reminds me," the boss said, "we haven't got one."<br />
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"They missed it off the delivery. But connect everything and leave room for it. That way I can check it all for leaks tomorrow."<br />
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<br />There had been a trickle through the radiators on a good day, and a Webasto that went to half load quite quickly as it saw very hot water on the return pipe.<br />
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<br />Jemmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01940576034649775931noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924981165822622628.post-48516393699481496352018-03-31T09:27:00.001+01:002018-03-31T09:34:39.477+01:00Chester<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"></span><br />
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down the last five locks, we arrived in Chester and parked the boat outside
Waitrose.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">The surprise for us was that we completed the cruise (from Swanley Bridge)
in two days, where we had allowed three. I'm still a bit unclear what went
wrong there. We are not known for rushing ahead, and just the thought of five
hour cruising days makes us cry.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Anyway we are here and the extra day will give captain time to grapple with
the central heating which is misbehaving in a very strange way. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "calibri";">He believes he knows the solution, but dare not tell yet.</span><br />
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