Isn't a dry dock meant for boats?

Remember that huge tree limb? Well, it had to be cut down to size somehow otherwise it would have been left tied to a tree in the Great Northern basin for ages. A lot of head-scratching by the work party would have been needed as to what to do with it.  Ian happened to tell the tale of its trip up to Langley and the problems of getting it out of the lock to Dan and Vicky, owners of the Langley Mill boatyard. "No probs" said Dan, "Why not bring it into the dry dock when the next boat is due in and cut it up there" So long story short this morning Ian and I pulled it round to the dock on a long rope which, I might add, frequently got that limb snagged on underwater obstructions and only a good shove with the pole could dislodge it. Anyway, it didn't take long for the dock to empty once the gate was shut and when it did the sheer size of it could be seen. 3 hours it took Ian to cut through the majority of the trunk but a good 4 foot had to be left. The chainsaw just wasn't man enough for the last bit. Cutting was the easy part though, getting all the logs out and up the dock steps was the fun bit. Sack barrow, plenty of muscle, him pulling my pushing, and all the rounds were eventually stowed away in Dan's wood store. Stood to reason that he may as well have the wood it and was also thanks for allowing the use of the dock. 

This was the last cut. The rest was left to be refloated and for the Case to remove.

We still have two of the ducklings left but mum and dad leave them on their own far to much. The only good thing is they keep together when swimming across the canal thereby giving the impression to any passing Pike that it is too big a mouthful to attempt. So more photos for you all to look at.

That's mum having a wash