Friday 30th
and Saturday 31st August; Fenny to Calcutt, and home
It was pretty windy last night, enough to wake us up now and
then. But the sun was shining at 7 am,
and this bunny by the boat was enjoying it too.
The noise from the building site on the main road started at
7.45, but we were waiting for the chandlery to open so we had to stay put,
apart from pulling back to the fuel pump.
Several boats were on the move early, and as soon as we had fuelled up
and disposed of rubbish we were on our way too. Fenny must have been jam-packed
last night, as there were still plenty of boats on the moorings. We didn’t stop for water, instead trickling
off to potter our way across the summit pound.
It is noticeable how much easier it is to cruise in the
morning – the result, we understand, of overnight pumping to raise the level. Autumn colours are developing, with the
native Guelder Rose (Viburnum opulus) leading the way with its glowing jewels.
We met a few boats coming towards us, but not, this time,
all at Griffin’s
Bridge - the one that doubles back on itself and has terrible visibility!
approaching from the west .... |
... and going through. |
As we passed the HS2 works, carrying on apace in spite
of the review that is currently taking place, Dave wondered whether they would
have to put all that earth back again.....
Then we were on the approach to the top of the Napton
flight at Marston Doles. Would there be a queue? Oh yes.
We were at least 6th, way, way back from even the
sight of the lock moorings! The bend makes it a dodgy approach to the lock at the best of times, and the wind had been causing problems. I had an
interesting chat with the owners of NB
Muleless, which was one of the first hybrid boats to be built. Ange d’Eau,
which we had passed and repassed on this trip, was on the water point. As they had nearly run out, they were having a
relaxed lunch while they filled. Muleless were also waiting for water, and were so frustrated at the
delay they had gone along to check that the tap was actually on! It was - it must have been a very large tank
and a slow tap. Muleless let us take their place in the queue, just as Ange d’Eau were coiling their hose.
We went down the first two locks and stopped for a belated
lunch. We also wanted to avoid the boat in front of us – we heard that the two on
board hadn’t had the boat long, kept getting into fixes, and were rudely refusing all
offers of help, including that of volunteers at locks.
I helped them down the top lock. There had been a bit of a delay, as the
wind had pinned them to the offside. I
made a friendly comment about the tricky wind, as you do, and got glared at by the steerer for
my pains. I tried chatting to the crew
and she just scowled. I’ve only ever met
one other person on the waterways as unpleasant as these two, and that was a long-ago hotel
boat operator.
So we had our lunch, watching the boats going by, and
eventually set off again down the flight.
Apart from the fact we were following a boat down and had to turn every lock, it was very
straightforward. The water buffalo are
still monumentally uninterested in boats.
We emptied cassettes and filled the water tank at the bottom
of the locks, and continued towards Calcutt.
Once more we came across this widebeam moored a couple of hundred yards
before Napton Junction.
It is a work in progress and was locked up. Last time we saw it here there was a boat
coming towards us and we had a good old grumble about inconsiderate mooring –
the bend and the offside vegetation meant neither of us could see the other
coming.
Ugly thing. We thought he would probably have to reverse to the junction
to wind, as it would be very tight further towards Napton.
We crossed three Kate hire boats, freshly out of Stockton Top, as
we dropped down Calcutt locks. The
troublesome wind didn’t prevent us getting into the visitor moorings.
We started packing the car in the evening, ready for a speedy getaway
on Saturday morning. We just had to hand
the keys in at the office – already open, as it was changeover day – and were
away before 9. We had an easy journey
back down to Devon as the schools go back next week, so the traffic wasn't too bad – but we did feel sorry for
the families stuck in miles of jams going north on the M5!
12 locks, 12 miles.
Trip stats are the same as the last time:
100½ miles, 84 locks;
98 miles, 7¾ furlongs of narrow canals (South Oxford); 1
mile, 3¾ furlongs of broad canals (Grand Union); 76 narrow locks; 6 broad locks; plus Isis
lock twice and a little bit of the Sheepwash channel where we winded.
I would suggest you complain to CRT about the wide beam boat on a narrow canal. Maybe they will eventually take note
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