Is it my age or am I just getting more accident prone. Last night I fell between the towpath and the boat only managing to save myself from a ducking by grabbing hold of the bank. So now let me set the scene. It was about 7pm and after a cool shower, Ian reminded me that we hadn't replaced the rear hatch back on it's slides. So putting on a pair of jogger bottoms and a T shirt I went up the steps and was about to get of the boat when a boat came past out at almost but not quite, full throttle! As I gave the culprit an evil look I stepped of the back of the boat and straight between the gap. Down I went but luckily my forward momentem kept me from going straight in. As my right leg went down, my shin scrapped along the piled edge and my foot went against the boat. Ian was standing right next to me and tried his hardest to pull me out but it was only by the adrenalin cursing round my body that gave me the strength to bring my leg back up.Having got onto the bank I lay for a few moments in absolute agony and then heard Ian say I think you have broken your leg. Apparently a crack was heard on my way down but after tentatively feeling around the shin area and wiggling my foot,deduced that no fracture had occurred. Then Ian said I think you had better try to get up because I believe you are sitting on an ants nest! Sure enough hundreds of them were crawling over and around me. Now if anything was going to get me up this would and with a helping hand or two from Ian managed to stand. Both of us was pretty convinced now that I could put weight on that leg that I hadn't broken it but the shin started to swell and the graze from where I had scrapped the piling was bleeding. Thank goodness for Savlon antiseptic wash because after a bit of TLC, cleaning the wound and then bandaging the shin, I managed to hobble back to my chair and rest the leg until bedtime.
I am having difficulty in posting pictures. The Internet is terrible here so will post photos tomorrow and finish my story then
As the internet is rubbish here at Bakers lock I will carry on with todays journey tomorrow.
- Ian and Irene Jameison
- In 1977 we hired our first narrowboat from Anglo Welsh at Market Harborough.From that moment our destiny was set. In 2006 we finally purchased our own brand new 57' narrowboat which we named 'Free Spirit'. Our aim is to travel the length and breadth of all the navigable rivers and canals of the UK. This will be our story as it unfolds.
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- Good meal...good price..
- Just a short hop.
- A eureka moment
- Will we or wont we get under the bridge.
- Not a great start to our journey
- River Wey...... here we come.
- Mooring ticket and irate fishman
- Is that a dragon on the Thames?
- To many people = broken branch and serious injury....
- Long awaited thunderstorms finally arrives.
- A quiet Thames for a Sunday.
- Noises on Oxford cut
- Crikey! A mooring space found in Oxford.
- Stupidity part 2
- I can not believe my stupidity!
- Who's that a knocking????.
- It's a right B if boats dont slow down!
- Not a well girl again!
- Internet and phone black spot. Napton
- Some people need to get off the cut!
- With the Ashby now behind us it's onwards toward O...
- Still on the Ashby because of a plant!
- Crikey... Who's strangling who?
- Our final destination on the Ashby
- Stoke Golding Beer and Music Fest.
- Just chilling out.
- All done and dusted.
- Attacked by the Cob again
- A valuable lesson learnt!
- And so to the end.
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