Sunday, 5 October 2014

10th Sept - 4th Oct


It's been such a busy month since the previous post.  Clearing all our belongings off the boat took way longer than anticipated (how did we accumulate SO much stuff?);
Piles on more piles
 scrubbing and touching up paintwork was also time-consuming, interspersed with time at the house making a start on settling back in.

From Stockton we made our way over three days to Whilton Marina, a distance of 14 miles, negotiating 16 locks and braving Braunston Tunnel for the final time.
The light at the end of the tunnel

 Having given Vincent Joseph a last polish inside and out, we said goodbye and handed over the keys on Wed 17th Sept.
Look at that shine!
Never seen the boat so tidy

 We were delighted to receive an offer within a few days, and after the usual haggling and negotiations the sale was completed the following week.

Everything happened so quickly that it hasn't really sunk in that we are no longer boaters : Vincent Joseph now belongs to somebody else, and we wish them as much pleasure from living aboard as we have enjoyed over the last two years.  Our plan is to use the money to buy a camper-van - and if there's any left over we may buy a small cruiser ( yes, one of the "plastic yoghurt-pots" that narrowboaters sneer at!) so that we can continue to enjoy a spot of boating, albeit a different style.

So this really is our very last blog entry - our narrowboating odyssey is complete, and we are done with the waterways, at least for the moment.

Meanwhile, to end the blog, some memories from the last two years....
Brrr!


A successful catch






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You meet all sorts on the waterways

















Mural from canal rubbish




Benny checking out the latest mooring spot
How many wheelbarrows does a boater
need? ( Three, obviously)
People carry some strange things
 on their boats
Sailing past Nottingham Forest football ground

Not sure what happened to the horse
Negotiating a junction
View from Pontcysllte Aqueduct
Tower Bridge











Thursday, 11 September 2014

24th Aug -9th Sept

The last two weeks of our life afloat!  From Tamworth we moved on to Marston Junction, via Atherstone and Nuneaton, where we detoured for a few days to go up the Ashby Canal. 
Tony and Roger
We were joined on successive days by Tony, Jan and grandson Luke, and then by Jill, taking a break from her own boat to be passenger instead of captain for a change.
Jill on the Ashby
By the evening of Sat 30th, we were moored at Sutton Stop/Hawkesbury Junction, when at 11.0pm our peaceful night was interrupted by Benny deciding, for reasons best known to himself, to take a plunge into the canal yet again.  He hasn’t fallen in for over a year, and we had become quite relaxed about him running up and down the gunwales and leaping from deck to towpath – we couldn’t believe he had fallen in with less than a week to go before moving back to dry land!
A bedraggled Benny
Locating him in pitch darkness to haul him out of the water wasn’t the easiest task, but eventually the rescue was accomplished and we (and our neighbouring boaters) were able to settle down for the night!
On 31st Aug we moved on to Newbold-on Avon, Rugby,
Lesley, Jean, Dorothy and Peter at Newbold
accompanied by Roger’s friends Lesley, Peter and Dorothy, and after retrieving our second car from David’s house near York, it wasn’t long before the boat was back on familiar territory at Braunston.

We woke on Fri 5th Sept to the realisation that this was our last full day on the boat – quite an emotional thought. However, we were cheered by having Sue and Dave along for the final run to Stockton in the afternoon, and in the evening the ranks were swelled by the arrival of Barbara, Karen and Roger – we all drank a toast to Vincent Joseph before adjourning to the Boat Inn for a meal.
A final toast to Vincent Joseph

Sat 6th Aug saw the first of many trips between boat and house with both cars loaded with belongings – it’s unbelievable how much STUFF one can pack into such a relatively small space as a narrowboat.
Unloading the boat

The house feels enormous in comparison, and we are revelling in the delights of washing machine, freezer, internet access, a shower big enough to turn round in – and the ultimate luxury …a flushing toilet!

It’s been a fabulous two years, and we don’t regret for a moment making the decision to live on the water for a while.
 We'll miss pottering the waterways
We know we will miss pottering along the waterways, opening the curtains to a different view every morning, enjoying the wildlife and feeling a part of the changing seasons.
A different view every morning

Local wildlife
We have covered a lot of miles, and had many wonderful experiences - highlights such as the Pontcysllte Aqueduct, shooting past Big Ben, braving the Nene and the Trent, but also so many low-key, happy days on various canals all over the country.
A bridge too far?

 But life moves on, and we’re ready to begin a new phase - and we hope that Vincent Joseph will go on to give someone else as much pleasure as us.  Our plan is to do a little sprucing up, then take the boat to a marina to be sold - so we haven’t quite done with boating yet.  We will post one more blog entry when we’ve completed the final voyage and said goodbye – and publish a few more photos which didn’t find space on the blog over the last two years

Saturday, 23 August 2014

29th July to 23rd August 2014

Leaving the boat moored at Newark we spent a couple of days at Cropredy looking after Joseph and Samuel before returning to Newark to continue bringing Vincent Joseph back towards Leamington. On Friday 1st August we passed through our last ‘manned’ lock on the Trent - the 12’ deep Holme lock!
Nottingham was extremely busy, with boats moored six abreast in readiness for the festival taking place this weekend. 
We're about to leave the enormous
locks of  the Trent behind us
And return to queuing six deep for
the single locks of the canal system












We decided to pass straight through Nottingham and found excellent ’14 day’ moorings in Beeston. This suited us very well as we abandoned the boat, retrieved the car from Newark, and set off for a week’s stay in France with Alex, Guillaume and Louis! They are in the middle of having a large extension built and we were on hand to look after Louis and offer occasional advice re the new electrical installation.

Safe place to moor in Beeston while
we went off to France for a week
Alex, Guillaume and Louis in the midst
of their 'building site' in Vannes












Returning from France on the 11th we then spent a couple of days at Dalesbridge Campsite on the borders of Lancashire and Yorkshire, with Joseph and Samuel, David, Amanda, Lizzie and James. We had great fun visiting White Scar caves and the exhibition of flower pot people in the village of Settle!

Part of the 'flower pot' exhibition in Settle
Lizzie and Sam exploring the bunk beds











James demonstrating his skills
on the 'monkey bars'
Joseph with Lizzie's hoola hoop
--possibly not one of his best activities!












Thursday 14th saw us back at the boat but still feeling a bit ‘knackered’ from our travels. We remembered to go and retrieve Benny from the cattery where he had spent 12 nights. He just about remembered us, and would quite happily have stayed there in order to avoid the car journey in the dreaded cat carrier!

We then discovered that we had a ‘mooring ticket’. Apparently the ’14 day’ mooring site has now been reduced to 48 hours. Unfortunately the new sign has been removed by disgruntled boaters!
On Friday 15th we set off from Beeston and completed the remaining stretch of river cruising, to join the Trent and Mersey canal. We reached Burton on Trent and spent an afternoon at the National Brewery centre learning how beer is made and then sampling some of their products!

An old employee of Marstons Brewery
cleaning out his fermenting tank ---
--before going off to do his deliveries! 











Leaving Burton on Trent
Part of the Art Exhibition at Alrewas











We spent some time at Alrewas trying to find out from local people how to pronounce the name of their village – unsuccessfully!  Variations include "Ol-ree-was", "Olwus" and "Orrers" - take your pick. Still it is an extremely picturesque place and it was enjoying an annual art exhibition.
Now at Tamworth we are feeling quite close to home and nearing the end of our two year adventure.


Monday, 28 July 2014

19th to 28th July 2014

Apart from isolated bursts of rain, we’ve been boating in glorious sunshine as we have made our way gradually southwards from Leeds to Newark, our current ‘home’. David, Lizzie and James joined us for the first stretch out of Leeds, unfortunately on one of the wettest mornings for weeks, so the children were mostly confined to the boat!
Too rainy to come out
We whizzed down the Aire and Calder Navigation and the ‘New Cut’, enjoying the luxury of automatic locks, after all the hard work on the Leeds and Liverpool Canal. 
Looks a bit fishy...
Once we were on the Stainforth and Keadby Canal heading towards the River Trent we were horrified at the spread of the duckweed(?) which covered the surface of the water for a distance of about 10 miles.
Our passage through the weed

The boat crawled slowly along, with the engine in danger of overheating, and once moored safely above Keadby Lock Roger had to insert himself once again into the cramped space below the back deck to clear the propeller. There turned out to be not only weed, but plastic bags, rope and yards of fishing line.
Roger in the weed hatch
( makes a change from the dog house)

 Jean was summoned by a blood-curdling cry to come to his assistance when he impaled his finger on a fish-hook and had to cut himself free as he was unable to withdraw his hand from beneath the water.

On Wed 23rd we began the journey upstream along the Trent,
Some sizeable boats still use the Trent!
 leaving ( along with 7 other boats) at 3pm with the incoming tide for the first leg up to Torksey, a distance of 27 miles taking 4½ hours. We were last to arrive so found the mooring pontoons already crammed with boats awaiting the next day’s tide, and had to ‘breast up’ against another narrowboat, waking the surprised owner from his snooze!
Entering Cromwell Lock

The next morning saw an early start at 6.30am to take advantage of the last of the tide to help us up to Cromwell Lock 16 miles away. Once there we breathed a sigh of relief at coming off the tideway, and settled down to a day’s rest ( and a chance to catch up with the washing!)

From there we made our way to Newark, where we have tied up for a few days while we fulfil various child-minding duties both ‘up north’ and ‘down south’.
Maltby Brass Band

 There are excellent moorings very close to the pleasant town centre, which has many fine buildings near the large market square. It also boasts two railway stations - and has a programme of brass band concerts on Sunday afternoon in the Castle Gardens.

Finally, some signs that have amused - or in some cases alarmed us! Apologies for poor quality of some photos.

In fact they're usually faster than us
An unusual speed limit for a canal!
(actually for the adjoining track)

Traffic lights in case of high water
Oo-er
Oo-er again
Spotted in a boat window

We're still puzzling over this one