Yes, I know I'm a couple of days early, but there's a chance I might be too busy to post for a bit. And anyway, we all wish each other Happy Christmas early if we're not going to see them before the actual day, don't we? So a Happy Christmas to all my readers, and I'll continue with the log of the nine week megacruise later.
Isn't that Tracy Island on the hillside above the Peak Forest Canal?
reversing out of one arm of Bugsworth Basin
Got up at 0730 and under way at 0820. Hot and sunny today. Through Royal Oak swingbridge into very pleasant countryside. We stopped at Bollington Wharf at 1100 for diesel and the butcher's. Got going again at 1155.
a boat for son Andrew (Zebedee)
We stopped for half an hour at Marple Junction for a look round and turned right onto the upper Peak Forest Canal. My notes for the time say that we stopped at Bugsworth Basin for tea at 1930 and then moored finally at Bugsworth at 2045. So what did we do in the meantime? Oh yes, I suppose we must have eaten tea and then moved to a different part of the basin for the night.
Here we met Bruce Coleman of NB Boston and his friends Alan and Ann and joined with them in an impromptu folk music session by the boats. I played along as well as I could on my descant recorder. David got the whisky out and we shared it, handing round the closest we could find to whisky tumblers: egg cups. This was one of the most memorable evenings of the whole trip. If our schedule had allowed, I think we'd have spent another day here. But I'd booked a passage through Standedge Tunnel, and I didn't want to miss that.
0705 got up; 0810 under way. Moored by Bridge 85 so we could walk up the hill. We had our fair share of rain on this holiday, but today was one of the hottest. We'd run low of drinking water while we were on Mow Cop. Jan spotted a woman gardening in the nearby village, so she got her water bottle refilled. Fantastic weather, but too much of a heat haze for long distance views.
Set off again at 1215 and made our way up Bosley locks, reaching the top lock at 1700 where we watered up. By 1745 we were on our way again.
At 1820 we moored at Bridge 50 and had a towpath barbecue.
Nine week cruise - day 8 Saturday 09/07/05 Weston-upon-Trent to Hardings Wood
Tree surgery on the T and M
Up at 0555 and off at 0645. Continued north on the Trent and Mersey, and met Jan at Etruria at 1500. She'd driven from Norwich, having now broken up from school. Embarked upon a bout of car shuffling: I drove from Etruria and looked for the south portal of Harecastle Tunnel. It's a lot easier finding it by boat! I eventually found it and parked up. Met the boat and just made the last passage through the tunnel at 1615. On the other side I cycled back over the hill to the car and then drove to Scholar Green where I left it in a residential cul-de-sac. I hoped it would be OK for a couple of weeks. Then I cycled back to the boat. At 2000 we moored just past the Hall Green Branch on the Macclesfield Canal just north-west of Hardings Wood Junction. Now we're on unexplored territory and looking forward to Bugsworth and Standedge.
0650 Up. 0805 Set off. 0830 Stopped at Woodend Lock as BW were replacing a paddle in a bottom gate. I got off at Handsacre for provisions. David picked me up at 1005 outside the Armitage Shanks factory. At 1110 we moored at Rugeley to go and have a look at the town.
At about 1430 we got going again and had bacon sarnies for lunch while cruising.
We stopped again at 1705 at Haywood Lock to have a look at Shugborough Park.
At 2005 we moored at Weston-upon-Trent and dined on board (one of David's famous Pasta Bakes). In the morning we were awoken by what sounded like a generator trying (and failing) to start. It took a little while to work out that what we were hearing were chickens just the other side of the towpath hedge. Still, it meant that we were on our way again reasonably early the next morning.
Under way at 0755 (must have had a lie in!) Daughter Alison phoned during the morning to tell us about the terrorist attack on London. It became the talking point of the cut. We stopped at the Canal Craft shed to buy postcards, a windlass and a painted watering can. The windlass was an unnecessary purchase as we found a few with our Sea Searchers later on: indeed, David actually sold some windlasses back to Mr. Canal Craft the next time we passed his shed. If I remember correctly the man's grandson painted the various cans and ornaments for pocket money.
At 1405 we paused for half an hour outside Streethay Wharf to watch (and for me to film) a boat being lifted out of the water.
At Fradley we turned left onto the Trent and Mersey Canal and moored up at 1640 just above the locks. Fradley Junction was busy: many boats were moored breasted up. David and I cycled to Alrewas and had a look round the church graveyard.
Here's my car. It's a 1969 Volvo 131, known (but not officially in this country) as an Amazon. I've had this one for about five years. It replaced a maroon 1968 131 which had suffered too much rusting to be worth while restoring. This one is in much better condition, although, as you can see, it needs a bit of TLC. By the way, that's my son's old BMW 5-series in the background (any offers?); a corner of our (more brick-like) 240; and, reflected, our daughter's Clio (still awaiting repair).
London to host the 2012 Olympics! Jubilation short-lived: see tomorrow's post.
Got up at 0635. Well, I did, anyway. We'd seen a poster yesterday at Coventry Cathedral advertising breakfast following an early service, so at 0730 we turned up. The service was held "in the round" in a chapel on the north side of the cathedral; the breakfast was in a basement room - I wouldn't call it a crypt - and consisted of bread rolls, home-made marmalade, and tea. We talked to our neighbours and had a good time.
Returning to the boat we passed a Royal Mail sorting office where there seemed to be a walk-out. Writing this two and a half years after the event I seem to recall it was actually a fire alarm or something - perhaps David can remember.
At 0925 we set off from the basin. We stopped at Valley Cruises chandlery for a metre of hose (£1.60) to try to improve the method of filling the water tank. We eventually connected the spiral hose which came with the boat to the tank's vent with a short length of narrow-bore hose. Now filling up is done by connecting the other end of the spiral hose to the tap and removing the "proper" cap from the tank for ventilation. This has made an amazing difference: we can now fill up at a normal rate.
At 2020 we moored at Polesworth and ate at the Cafe Spice Indian restaurant. I had a good chicken chat starter, and a not quite so good meat jalfrezi. This was to be a rare occurrence - eating out, that is - David being keen to live slightly more frugally and eat on board most of the time. This worked out reasonably well: we kept ourselves provisioned up which meant we could do more hours by not worrying too much about coinciding with a pub when we moored up for the night. We did get through supplies of bottled beer rather quickly, though!
0600 Got up. It's sunny ... but not for long. Under way at 0645. It really is the best time to be cruising: the water is still, the reflections perfect, and you're on your own. Passed under the M45 at 0800 and moored at Boughton Road Bridge 59 in Rugby where my brother David joined. He'd come up from London by train (down, I suppose that should be, but that doesn't seem right when travelling north) with his bike and a large kit bag with shoulder straps.
Had a look round Rugby by bike. Bicycles are indispensible when boating, and when there are two of you, and you each have a bike, it makes it easy to explore your surroundings, get supplies, go to the pub etc.
Got going again at 1215: David steering while I cooked a fry-up for lunch. It started to rain about now, and it was still raining when we moored in Coventry Basin at 1920.
On board NB Shadow near Gas Street Basin in Birmingham on 24/05/02 (no relevant pic of Lee Swallow to post for this entry)
Up at 0615. Well, no point lying in bed on my own when there's a lovely canal to cruise! Weather forecast promised rain. After setting up the timelapse camera on the roof I got going (0700). Tackled my first solo locks going up the Whilton and Buckby flights. Took my time, as per all the advice, and had no problems. No other boats going my way but I didn't mind. It would have almost spoilt the fun if I'd had help! It started to rain just as I entered Braunston Tunnel, but by the time I emerged the rain had stopped. Good timing, eh? Oh, why do you always meet a boat in the kinky section of the tunnel? Same reason you meet a boat in a bridgehole on a blind bend, I suppose. Down Braunston locks with another boat. Here I realise that there are so many details missing - such as: which boat? How do other people manage to record so much detail when they're cruising? How do they do it when it's pouring with rain?
At 1415 I moored just beyond Braunston Turn on the North Oxford canal. Cooked and ate brunch. Sent David a text message to the effect that I'd pick him up at Bridge 59 tomorrow. Then had a 20 minute snooze. Cycled to Willoughby and had a look round. Discovered that the Rose Inn is shut on Mondays. Cycled to the Admiral Nelson by the Braunston locks and had a pint of Abbot. Very good.
Back to the boat to do the washing up, then walked into Braunston village. Had Steak'n'Ale'n'Mushroom pie at the Old Plough for £7.95. OK.
Back to the boat again. It rained in the evening, but not heavily. And it hadn't rained on me while cruising.
Lee Swallow on the upper Peak Forest canal, 11th July 2007
Up early (a recurring theme) and at 0630 cycled back to Peartree Bridge to get the car. Then drove to Stoke Bruerne, parked up, and cycled back to the boat, arriving at 0830. We set off straight away, stopping at Great Linford for water. Discovered that the water tank was an extremely slow filler as there seemed to be a constriction in the pipe to the tank. Gave up when other boats arrived to use the water tap and carried on. Stopped at Cosgrove to continue watering. This was taking far too long: we solved the problem later. Went up Stoke Bruerne locks with "Calcutt C". Arrive at Stoke Bruerne at 1640. Jan got off and drove home, (she hadn't broken up from school yet) leaving me single handed. Yippee! I can still remember the excitement, the freedom, the exhilaration: I sang silly songs in Blisworth Tunnel! At 2115 I moored up at the Narrowboat pub, Weedon. That didn't work out too well - they stopped serving food at 2100. Oh well, a pint of Bombadier and back to the boat for on-board provisions. Now I feel like a true boater.
No, not my car (which is a 1969 Volvo Amazon, by the way) but my daughter's. She's had this Renault Clio 1.9 Diesel for a year and a half, but it's not been the best buy. The worst breakdown was on Boxing Day last year. Jan and I were just finishing the first course of Christmas lunch take two at my parents' house in Essex. The phone rang: it was Alison on the M11 with an overheated car. No seconds, a hasty pudding, and we had to go and rescue her. When we got there and put water in it mostly poured out straight away. Well, we got it going and drove in short hops back to Norfolk, stopping to let it cool down and refilling many times.
As I say, that was last year. We had the radiator replaced, and then a hose, and it seemed OK. Until, that is, a few weeks ago. Same overheating/loss of coolant. This time she'd got round to joining the breakdown scheme (and she was only three miles from home). The car's been sitting in our driveway since then, waiting for me to have a proper look at it. I chose a wet day (yesterday) to finally do something. I removed the thermostat and tested it in a saucepan of boiling water. Works fine. So I put it back - and nipped the gasket as I tightened the bolts. Water all over the place. Fortunately a spare gasket from my Amazon was exactly the right size, so that went on and all seemed OK. Now the explanation of the title of this entry: all the time the engine's running there's a load of bubbling in the expansion tank. I'm told that's a sign that the cylinder head gasket has blown, although there doesn't seem to be water in the oil, or oil in the water. Anyway, I managed to get the engine close to being warm, and, yes, water started flowing into the radiator. But now there's a hissing and spurting - there's water coming from a cunningly hidden hose buried behind the radiator (why is there no room to get at anything in a "modern" engine?). At which point I gave up - it was getting dark and I was wet and getting cold.
I really, really don't want to spend any more money on this car. It's certainly not worth getting the head gasket replaced, but I have come across steel seal on the web for £25 which I thought I'd try. There's a complicated sequence of running the engine, cooling for an hour, running the engine etc. to follow - and instruction to remove the injector of the cylinder which is causing the worst bubbling. But the extra leak when the engine gets hot needs fixing first - and I can't get at it. AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!
Lee Swallow entering Bosley Lock 11, Macclesfield Canal 10th July 2005
To celebrate having survived 25 years at the BBC I took nine weeks off in the summer of 2005 in order to do some serious canal cruising. My brother David was himself coming up to 25 years at the Beeb, and so together we hired a 58 foot narrowboat with the aim of "doing" some of the wonders of the waterways. I'd booked a passage through Standedge Tunnel, so that was one. Others on the list were the Anderton Lift, Worsley and the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct.
On Saturday 2nd July Jan and I boarded Lee Swallow at Willowbridge Marina on the Grand Union just south of Bletchley. David was to join us three days later. We set off at 1620 and headed south because that was the way the boat was facing. After winding we passed the marina at 1720 and tied up by the Peartree Bridge Inn in Milton Keynes. There was a bit of car shuffling to be done. I cycled back to Willowbridge and drove to Peartree Bridge. We ate in the carvery - good value, shame about the beer (the Bass tasted off). At 2125 we set off again to get away from the really loud live band playing in the pub. We wanted a peaceful first night! We found it just beyond Bridge 84.
Totals for the day: 3.0 hours 7 miles 0 furlongs 1 lock
Wow! No advance warning, no hint that it might happen ... but mortimerbones has added me to her blogroll! Thanks Bones - I'm honoured. Now I really will have to get on with the details of our megacruise and make this blog a bit more boaty.
Here's a pic to whet the appetite: Bridge 3 on the Middlewich Branch. 13th August 2005.
Yes, we are the proud recipients of a year's supply of cake. I bid for it at a recent auction of promises in aid of the parish church repair and development appeal. Now Barry and Sandra will bring us cakes at monthly intervals - twelve in all over a year. Yum yum! The first is ginger.
I also got a trip for two in a 1928 Bullnose Morris to a tea room and a photograph of Hethersett (where we live) from the 1890s. The car excursion will be taken in the spring when the weather's warmer (and, we hope, drier).
We went to Cornwall for a week in October and included a visit to St. Ives (the other one). It was a Tuesday and it was wet. Didn't put off the surfers, though. Naturally - as they were in wetsuits. Sorry - no photo of surfers.
Here's a scene from the IWA National Festival at St. Ives in Cambridgeshire on 26th August this year. I'm standing on Kew, a British Waterways "Blue top", so-called on account of the blue fibreglass movable hold covers. The gas bottle on the roof is to supply the generator to power the lights for the evening's procession of boats.
They really make a difference, don't they? Photographs, that is. Makes a wodge of text much more interesting. I suppose your eye is drawn to the photo and then you want to read what it's about. Er ... I'll have to post a photo here now, won't I? Done it. That's from 29th October this year and is of the tree on the roundabout in the driveway. Can anyone identify it for me, please? I'm particularly pleased with the image.
I think I need a better camera, though. This one's not even mine - it's Jan's! It's a Canon Powershot A200 with a claimed 2 megapixels. If I'm to continue with this online record I'll have to take more pictures. 5 Mp seems to be what's needed these days. Ah yes - Christmas is coming up - could be handy!
I think the concert went well. Good reports from those in the audience who've spoken to me. And the recording turned out really well too, which I'm very pleased about. The recording's only for the conductor and me - a lot of effort to rig and derig, but satisfying to do. The recording showed up some problems with the location: the choir sounds too distant, and the basses are not strong enough. I'm sure this is because we were almost under the chancel arch: a lot of the sound went behind us to be lost in the chancel. If we'd been in front of a solid wall the sound would have been reflected forward giving a much stronger sound. The balance between the soloists and the orchestra was good, but the orchestra sounded a bit heavy compared with the choir.
I've spent most of this afternoon editing the recording. I recorded in the church onto minidisc, then dubbed minidisc to minidisc digitally, then edited the resulting disc by dividing and moving/track erasing. Not perfect, but a quick way of producing something without all the gash bits whilst keeping the original discs untouched. Now I need to find a way of transferring digitally onto computer so I can do fades/mixes.
One of the audience took a photograph during the concert - and here it is.
I think I'll put the cruising log on here from summer 2005. My brother David and I celebrated 25 years at the BBC with an amazing nine week cruise from Bletchley to Coventry, Bugsworth, Standedge, Leeds, Wigan, Llangollen, Anderton etc. I'll have to rely on David's photos for illustration until I get my timelapse loaded. Watch this space!
Will be out on the streets of Norwich shortly, filming a family as they watch a homecoming parade of the Royal Anglian Regiment. It will be tough for them - they lost a son/brother in fighting in Afghanistan four months ago. They will contribute to a package about the parade. Don't yet know where I'll be meeting the family - there'll be lots of people about. Crush barriers were being put up half-an-hour ago.
Just grabbing some lunch before I go out: microwaved Shepherd's Pie from Tesco, with microwaved broccoli. Hmm. Interesting, you think.
Lit the woodburner again this evening. Even though the central heating's on. It's just a warmer heat, somehow. Well, I know how - it really is warmer. We have the TRVs set quite low - we're not old yet - so any extra heat is noticeable. I'm burning oak and willow at the moment. All the wood has been donated: the oak from a tree which had died in a friend's garden; and the willow from a tree which fell over next door. I helped my neighbour to remove it and he said I could have all the wood. I was a bit doubtful that it would burn nicely - I'm sure I read somewhere that it would spit - but it's been really good. It burns quite quickly and gives off a lot of heat, whereas the oak seems to burn cooler but for longer. I've recently been chopping up some cedar from a huge branch which fell off a tree in the rectory garden. Must get that under cover soon.
While cutting the cedar I managed to kill my electric chainsaw. I'd noticed that it wasn't using much oil - but didn't consider the implication: no oil used = no oil lubricating where it should be lubricating = overheating and melting of vital plastic bits. Haven't got round to dismantling it yet.
The fire has died down and I am tired. Off to bed! "Who's going to read this?", says Jan.
We're singing in a concert in the parish church this Saturday. It's a programme of Italian sacred works and includes Pergolesi's Magnificat and Stabat Mater; Palestrina's Tu Es Petrus and Rorate Coeli; Monteverdi's Beatus Vir; and Vivaldi's Gloria. I'm a bass and Jan's a soprano. The Hethersett Singers has been going for decades (with a couple of name changes) but has struggled recently with a lack of tenors: the complaint of choral societies everywhere. Let's hope the concert goes well and perhaps encourages some of the audience to join us. As well as singing I've been asked to make an audio recording. The accompanying photo was taken with the Mac's PhotoBooth built in camera - I don't know how to flip it so it's not a mirror image.
Now we'll see if this works. I tried to put a photo on my profile page but I see it's limited to 50kb and I don't know how to reduce the file size of a photo. The first picture here is of the approach to Harecastle Tunnel (northbound) on board Lee Swallow in July 2005. The second pic is of me holding a (self-painted) windlass.