Tuesday 14th
July; Coseley Tunnel to Compton
The rain had gone by the time we woke up, but there was no
sun. If it wasn’t for coronavirus I
would have gone up to the local shops above the tunnel to get some snacks for
the descent of the Wolverhampton flight. But now we are only shopping when we actually
need to, I didn’t. A tug went by well
before 8, destination unknown, and we didn’t want to risk being behind the
three boats moored a few hundred yards back, so we were away by 8.
The steps up to the shops are steep and there are lots of
them, though not exactly at the angle that the picture implies. It has the handy result of
rendering the towpath much less busy than it could be.
As we wound our way through the outskirts of Wolverhampton we kept our eyes on the weed growth. It’s very thick in places.
Thick enough to stand on |
We saw the odd shoal of roach and rudd, and a
major splash – a hunting pike? Although
there are lots of trees along part of the route, I don’t think we would want to
stop here overnight.
Housing is going up in place of some of the old industry and
dereliction. As at Stoke Prior, their
outlook onto industrial units is not pretty.
This developer’s name seems rather out of place. Especially with the Keep Out message.
At one point we had to stop for yet another trip down the
weed hatch, where, as Dave extracted the blockage (mostly weed but enough
plastic to cause a problem), a great diving beetle suddenly shot out into the
clear water as he pulled! I bet it was
rather dizzy. I didn’t see anything –there’s
nowhere to get mooring pins in along here so I was fully occupied holding the centre rope.
We passed under the Broad Street railway tunnel, and reversed
into the basin for the Elsan and bins.
We were as quick as we could be, and as we left again who should come
round the bend but the three boats! We
didn’t know they were there, and they didn't respond when we honked the horn, so we didn’t feel too
guilty. As we pulled as close to the
lock as we could (of course it needed filling) they squeezed onto the lock mooring, completely filling it as a fourth boat appeared, completely at as loss for where to go. The owner of the lead boat came to help us
down the lock – the three were all single-handing and would help each other
down, and we think they let the fourth boat go ahead. But we were on our way by then. We started off raising a top paddle for whoever was
behind, but after a while we had to stop as we couldn’t see them and someone
might have been coming up. We were quickly into
our normal routine.
We were delighted to see a couple of blue shirts and red
lifejackets on their way up – but they had just been doing their Covid training and
were only allowed to do litter-picking on their first day back! A pity, there had been about a dozen all
together!
We ate lunch on the go (a ham sandwich with the last of the
sourdough loaf we bought at King’s Norton.
It should have been toasted.
‘Artisan’ sourdough is so often rather tough and chewy we find.) Past the railway bridge is a row of cottages
which once all had Torbay palms in their front
gardens; about 20 years ago, when we had our share boat Padworth, we met the old guy who had brought all the plants back from his holidays. But he and his wife are long gone now, and this
is all that remains – all because of the perceived need for front garden
parking.
The locks spread out more as you pass the racecourse, except
for the last two, so locking ahead becomes a tad impractical. At long last we were
in the final lock. Today’s work seemed
harder than usual down this flight.
And down onto the Staffs and Worcester at last.
Bye bye Wolverhampton |
On with the kettle and a relaxing cruise (with cake) to the 5-day mooring above the lock at Compton – a bit overgrown but nothing a few snips with the shears
couldn’t sort out.
21 locks, 8 ½ miles, Coseley tunnel, and a lot of weed
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