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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.

Sunday, 17 October 2021

Skeletons and boat jams.

 Two weeks of cruising and hardly a drop of rain. That was all to change today when we woke to the sound of  water dripping off the cabin top and running down the porthole windows. Sometimes on days like these all you want to do is pull the cover back over your head and go back to sleep. Not this morning though, as we wanted to be at Harecastle tunnel when it opened at 8 am. So no breakfast for us this morning, just a quick cup of tea and after kitting up in wet weather gear we set off to do the mile and a bit to the south portal. One thing I did notice was that the cruiser with all the white paint on the top was now covered in what looked like whitewash. Yep the rain had washed a lot of it away. Even the water surrounding it was a milky white!

I was steering and the journey to the tunnel was short, but with it being dull, grey, dismal and wet, I  wanted the brolly up, but Ian has this thing of not cruising with any sort of covering to obscure the vision, including pram tops. (mores the pity) So water dripped from my nose and face, freezing hands cos they were wet and worse... my so-called waterproof.... wasn't! My plight didn't faze Ian in the slightest, made of hardy stuff  he is, but it was a welcome sight for me when we reached the tunnel and I could go inside FS

 

We were fifth in line, the other 4 boats had overnighted on the tunnel moorings. We had the usual instructions from the tunnel keeper and she told us we would be the last boat in. Didn't really fancy that because as the doors bang shut behind you the fans are turned on and boy are they deafening. Then all the fumes and smoke inside the tunnel is sucked toward those fans. For several minutes one can hardly see a thing, more like a thick fog to contend with but we got lucky when another two boats appeared from behind.






 

Inside Harecastle it was wet, well with all that rain having fallen overnight it was to be expected. With Ian at the helm I offered to bring him a coffee. Needn't have bothered 'cos no sooner had I put the cup down on the hatch slide, he goes and knocks it over! In a huff I left him too it with me muttering about making another once we were back in daylight!


The headlight from the boat behind.

Yellow paint indicating lowering roofline

And this is as low as it gets. Crikey, best duck then!

 

Roughly 400mtrs from the north portal was an alcove set in the right-hand wall. During a university rag week many years ago, several students took it upon themselves to paint a skeleton. No one realised for quite a while until it was mentioned to the then tunnel keepers. They also knew nothing about it until they went to find it for themselves. It's now quite a talking point and do look out for it when you next go through Harecastle.




north portal exit
 

Out of the tunnel and in front was those four boats, Through the bridge and on the left is the entrance to the Macclesfield canal and the first two Black Prince boats wanted to do the turn. We had quite a log boat jam whilst waiting for them to manoeuvre.

Boat Jam


 The water on the north side is orange. It's all to do with iron oxide seeping from the Brindley tunnel. Quite striking when you first see it. 

 


After the boats had sorted themselves, it was our turn to approach the first of the paired locks in the flight of 25. 

 


Known by the old boaters as Cheshire Locks it has become known as Heartbreak Hill because of the 1936 Boston Marathon, when defending champion Johnny Kelley passed leader Tarzan Brown at the Newton hills and gave him a pat on the back. ... Boston Globe reporter Jerry Nason wrote that Tarzan “broke Kelley's heart” at the hill, thus coining the name “Heartbreak Hill (I took this from nesn.com

 Having locks side by side is a blessing to stop queues and make for faster locking but choosing which lock to use is important. The right on the descent is the preferred lock as it's easy to get into and out of. The left on the other hand is a right pain. I had real problems at lock 45 as only the left side was operational. Bendy boats would be useful here as trying to get out to the right is nie on impossible. One hits the left bank and on this lock I was confronted by a blooming great tree with overhanging branches. I wasn't prepared to plough straight through that so the only solution was for Ian to push the bow away.

Thats the tree

You can't even see the lock from here.
 

Just 6 locks done today, that would do after the early start. We stopped between lock 46 and 47 never great in a pound cos no sooner had we secured FS and a lock full of water was drawn. When we listed it was time to bring out the big balloon fenders and push her away from the bank.


And today's fishing was plentiful once again. Small Roach and several Gudgeons.




 And wildlife,







Saturday, 16 October 2021

I may have to deal with an irate dad!

Firstly an apology to all you arachnophobes, I have included a spider capturing its prey right at the end of this post so maybe it's best if you skipped the wildlife section.

5.45 am and I became aware that Ian was moving about. Concerned that he was unwell, he soon put my mind at rest about that, but what had woken him was an intermittent knocking noise coming from somewhere in the living area. Strongest in the middle it became evident that it was coming from the cabin top. The only thing up there (apart from coal) was the satellite. The Snipe gizmo box is situated under the TV in a small cupboard and opening the door, noticed the lights were flashing trying to locate the satellite again. Groan....we obviously have a problem but from where, and one that may not be able to rectify. Funnily enough the receiver was still working and switching on the TV we had a perfect signal. Whilst watching the news, 20 minutes into the program and all the boat's electrics failed. Blimey Ian moved that quick it was uncanny. He deduced it was an invertor problem and all tied up with the fridge again so another worry to contend with. One thing he did notice was our batteries were down to 74%, the lowest it has been for a long time, although he doesn't think this caused the problem. He also mentioned the invertor could be 'under voltaged' (???), something that he will have to explore. 

Even though we had been up since 5.45am, we didn't get underway until well after 10.30am. A Skype call to my brother in Oz had been arranged. 9 am our time, 7pm theirs. By the time we had told them all our news and they theirs (the biggest being they were finally out of a 4-month of lock down) we had been chatting for an hour and fifteen minutes. Could job the Skype video calls are free!

 Trentham lock was full and this was the case with all but the last. Deep locks, every one of them and so slow in emptying and filling, seemed to take forever. And that journey between Trentham lock and Stoke bottom lock was endless. Wouldn't mind if this 4 mile section was interesting but apart from passing the Wedgwood factory most was devoid of any decent views, although plenty of the old pottery factories were very much in evidence. Shame they had been allowed to go to rack and ruin.



Stoke bottom lock


Cockshutt Lock


Twyford lock and an idiot moored on the landing.

The lock is to the left.

Last but one lock in the flight and we met a boat descending.The chap mentioned the last lock was leaking like a sieve and sure enough, Ian could see water coming from the gap in the gates. My turn to ascend and Ian raised one paddle and then walked up to the top lock to empty that. No sooner was I on my way to the top lock when I noticed more water pouring out from that bottom gate. "I thought you had raised the paddle" I asked. He took one look and took off along the towpath. Turns out a hire boat had arrived, didn't check to see if another boat was below, closed the raised paddle and promptly started to fill it for themselves. With the lock only quarter full, and with a very apologetic lady, the lock was quickly emptied again.

Paddle raised bottom gate, top lock


And raising the paddles once again.

Etruria Junction, Caldon Canal

At Westport Lake we took the very first ringed mooring.



 

 Next boat along was a small plastic cruiser and on board, three children. Yep just the kids, the eldest probably no more than 10 or 11 and one of them kept blowing the horn. It all looked very suspect and when we noticed them untying the boat and dragging it toward us, we got even more concerned. At one point as it headed for a collision, well I couldn't stand back any longer so out I went. Twice I asked if this was their boat and twice they replied yes. They had been sent by their dad to paint the roof and having done one side, wanted to do the other. "No painting by our boat" I told them sternly. In the end I pulled the cruiser back to the next ring, made it secure and told them to leave it alone! I've been waiting for an irate dad to appear to tell me off. So far no one as arrived.




And this made us laugh. A Black Prince hire boat missed the bridge ole and ended up in the trees. I was too late to capture the collision but judging by the amount of foliage on the bow, they made a good job of it!


And now to the wildlife photos.

Another casualty of Angel Wing














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