Last night a sound was heard coming from the Starboard side near the bow. Ian has heard it before and I must say is starting to concern him. To describe the sound is a bit crude but there is no other way of telling it. Think of a Fruity fart a bit like a low grumbling sound! Lasts for seconds and then nothing is heard for a while. He likens it to air bubbles escaping, ...that does not sound good at all! So today's plan is to take everything out of the locker in the well deck and under the step leading to the water tank.What we do not want to find is water!
Rain has arrived, welcomed by gardeners but not by boaters! Many a hire boater will have to brave the conditions and move on, we on the other hand, could stay nice and dry, not travel at all today and this was our intention. 9 am and the rain eased to a fine mizzle, "Shall we get underway" asked Ian. Like a mug I agreed, took the helm and set off through the woods. Well how short-lived was that dry patch. It got so bad I had to grab the brolly, Ian stayed below, he hates a brolly!
With the rain hammering down we tried to stop before bridge 30. Could we get anywhere near to the sides? Not a chance. I had managed to jump off with the stern rope but then was stuck on the bank, no way was my legs long enough to get back on! A walk down the gunwale then, fraught with danger (hmm...just a slight exaggeration) and the fender was knocked down so I wouldn't step on it. Ian shoved off the bow and walked to open the small swing bridge by Rose boats.
|Just a bit too far for me.
There is a water point at the approach to the small pedestrian swing bridge. The boat we were following (a hire boat) stopped there for water but they had tied in such a way that the stern was blocking the exit. Ian had to go and ask them to move, they really had no idea why!
|Moving the boat.
Ian took over the helm, I went below to dry off. Huh...typical...the rain had almost stopped, just a bit of drizzle now. My timings are awful! But it was not to last and again down it came. To say he was wet through by the time we did stop between bridges 12 and 11 was an understatement. I offered the brolly again...he poo pooed that idea so serves him right!