Sunday 19th to Friday 24th June 2011

Sunday 19th
Treated to a lovely rainbow at Weedon last night after a heavy dose of precip’.
weedon weather

Today we’re off south, retracing our steps to Gayton. At Nether Heyford we passed what looks like an archaeological dig on the hill, not far from the old Roman Road. The other day the dig area was littered with people on their knees and although V thought she’d spotted Phil Harding I could see no sign of Time Team’s distinctive Landrover.
dig

We shall see, perhaps one day they’ll put this site on the tele along with its narrowboat backdrop.

I know I’ve posted this picture before but it intrigues me who paid to have this mobile mast partly disguised as a conifer. What would it take to paint the element green?
funny tree

Monday
From our temporary overnight stop we were able to hit Gayton’s night-soil centre before anyone was up. But no matter how early you get going there’s always someone who beats you to the locks and this time it was nb.NoProbs. No, not No Problem but nice guys, like Sue and Vic, and they read the Blog so we know our readership is on the way to double figures.

We were doing so well until we met with an empty pound below lock 5. Being first boat through, or so we thought, we passed a message to BW while we set about shifting the problem by stealing water from behind us.

We later received a call with an apology for being in a meeting. No need for apologies Alex, it’s a Monday morning and we’ve all been there, why they always pick Monday morning for meetings I’ll never know, it was the same with many jobs I’ve had. ‘Desperate’ customers always called first thing on Mondays and it took a clever switchboard operator to hold calls until we spilled out of the boardroom. You can tell how long ago I worked in an office can’t you, we had switchboards !!

Nice to see locks on paddles down the bottom end of the flight, plenty of water down there today.
paddlelock

As we approached our last lock of the Northampton flight we were met by old friends Eddie (G3ZJO) and Sue. Haven’t seen them for a couple of years so it was nice to catch-up on news especially the experimental electronics stuff. Thanks for the cake Sue (wonderful chocolate cake) and the RadComs, plenty of quiet evenings ahead I hope.
VSE

What with the water shortages earlier in the day we hadn’t broken any records getting to Weston Favell. But the weather was kind enough to get in a really quick BBQ and we joined the two other boats with an early night.

Tuesday and Wednesday
An early start again but beaten by our neighbours, we didn’t even hear them go.

There were few boats moving on the Nene unless you count the EA weed collector
weed cutter

and the canoes that pop out of the reeds, particularly on blind corners.
canoes

Oundle Mill next to Upper Barnwell Lock has taken the restaurant of the year 2010/11 award. The sign says “Winner of Food & Drink awards 2010/11” and still we haven’t seen the insides of the building. Would they appreciate boater’s clobber I wonder.
Oundle Mill

“Two halves and a packet of crisps please”, we’re in a hurry to get off the river before water levels rise.

Talking of water levels, despite heavy rain a couple of nights last week and a proper downpour after yesterday’s BBQ the water levels are low. Abstraction is evident where land is given over to veggies but I’ll bet no one is counting the cow effect.
cows

Some bright spark has estimated how much gas is produced by all the cows in the world but it wouldn’t surprise me if there were figures for how much water they pinch from our rivers.

Two things remain in my memory for Ashton Lock.
Firstly, it was the place I picked up a couple of Jack Hargreaves books from the waterways travelling man who was downsizing and sorting his stuff between showers.
downsizing

Secondly it was the place I did damage to the tunnel light by trying to juggle three balls (impossible for a bloke) which ended with me running the boat into the guillotine gate before it was out of the way.

Fortunately the Hargreaves books were good enough to distract me from the pain of having to straighten the brasswork.

For those of you considering having a boat stretch but can’t decide where to make the cut, why not look at this option.
stretch

Simple, stick the new bit on the stern.

What would you use that back deck for? Christmas parties, family weddings, fishing competitions, or just somewhere to keep the gas, there are so many uses for a double stern. When the licence renewal form asks for the distance between bow and stern you’ll have a choice of answers.

Wansford moorings were chocka so we stopped on the bank-side, like the old days. We did alright for bunny rabbit entertainment outside the galley porthole and steam engine showings outside the chain locker. Engine 44422 made a timely river crossing while the camera was within reach.
engine 44422

Thursday
Wansford to Perterbro’ by early afternoon, that’s just 2 1/2 days from the outskirts of Northampton, not bad but could be improved.
V desperately needed retail therapy so took off for the shops to chill out. She’d seen enough of locks, waterproof trousers and probably me.

Friday 24th
We’re hanging a right after the park and doing the Middle Levels next. No stress, just a calm 4 to 5mph wander along the Old Nene, the lodes and the drains.

Looking back at Stanground Lock we are now on Middle Level Commissioners waters.
stanground lock

The lock passage is pretty painless unless of course you do what I did and stroke the ginger cat. He loves hands and if you’re not quick he’ll show you what colour your blood is. Coming from a cat family I am used to it so I enjoyed the scrap and it cheered me to know he’d done the same with his owner.

ginger

Looking ahead to the journey across the Levels I’m already thinking about that nasty little corner in Whittlesey with people’s faces on the wall above and perhaps a little name calling like “ditch crawlers” which is very appropriate.

Our summer cruise has started and we’re looking forward to cruising clean water, ‘feeding’ the roach and perch and perhaps wrestling the odd eel for excitement.
That reminds me, we need a rod licence.

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