Saturday, 22 January 2022

Not quite what I requested...

 Greetings Reader and a Happy New Year to you.  You find us here at Great Heywood, on WaL nicely snugged up but in the marina.

We were intending on going out on the cut but in the event we didn't, this due to a Covid scare, one daughter was with us 9 days ago and on her return to London 2 out of the family of 4 tested positive and then a day later 3 out of the 4 were positive....  So David and I started testing and remained negative.  David was poorly but with a cold from another grandchild, symptons masquerading as CV.   
I brought up a half used box of tests and when I went to open the second box it proved to be David's bowel cancer faeces testing kit (unused) so when we get home we'll just check that we are negative still with the correct testing kit.

On this trip (after testing, mask wearing, socially distancing and mostly outside) we have had a new cratch cover fitted from Kinver Canopies which Reader I am very pleased with.  The old one had shrunk considerably so much so we couldn't get the zips fully closed.  We had Kinver out well over two years ago.... but our turn came up finally and we had the template done last November.

Also this trip we have had a frightfully good egg Tom Holmes, out to fit a much bigger towel rail fitted in the bathroom, a header tank fitted on the engine to give hot water when the engine has been on, something we had wanted.  
He serviced the Lockgate stove and fitted a new starter battery.  The thing I am most delighted with is the radiator of course, every wife will tell you that its the husbands bath towel that gets prime spot.

Well now during the past few months David and I celebrated our Ruby Anniversary, yes I was a child bride.  We had a lovely family celebration at home, I mean where else has anyone been recently?  I had wanted to have been somewhere hot but here we are in Staffordshire in January with the marina mostly iced up.  Frankly its lovely to have had a change of four walls to look at.

So we've been here and there.  I've tested out my new boating coat, no one tell my sister I have "another" new coat, but I have to say at the moment I am pleased with a longer waterproof windproof spacious hooded coat with big pockets.
Lets just call it a Lockdown treat, or another Lockdown treat.

Oh I should say that in early November the Boat Sharers joined us for a weekend onboard.  I took some photos which I had meant to have done a blog posting about but it failed to materialise so I'll include them here.

If you hate photos then as they say on Match of the Day "Look away now" normal service will be resumed probably in April, perhaps he'll have taken me to the Caribbean by then .  
"Breath", "hold" and "do not"   come to mind.


So some from November first;


Our 40th with a divine creature called a grandchild.

Shrugborough Hall looking very tired and even more tatty

Essex Bridge over the River Trent.  I just read that it was built in the late 1500's by the Earl of Essex who was a great "Favourite" of Queen Elizabeth 1st.  Its a 100 metres long and I photograph it every time we visit here such is my love for it.

A carpet of yellow leaves primarily for you Marilyn, the gardens were open today FOC and deadly dull as you might expect in November.

A single Nerine, the only colour on the whole estate.

This is the rear of the hall, at the front the stonework is dirty and cracked with paint flaking off the window frames, I wonder if the jolly old National Trust are going to stump up for the repairs....?

So this was a Boat Sharer helping to locate the source of the water leak from the water pump.  The Hero fitted a wee tray underneath to catch the drips.  Water pump was replaced soon afterwards.

A training exercise for these men, only knee deep here but the training was to swim/float under the bridge then get back on their feet further down which they all managed.  Just watching them made me shiver. 

Pretty Muscovy ducks. 

It was cold back then, but not quite as cold as this week.

With the man I love.

Bridge repairs at Sandon, was it a gas pipe?

See the cratch cover not properly zipped up?

Friends now for 43 years.  We share winter hats and everything.  

This is my husbands attempt to turn into the Marina without the aid of the bow thrusters or cissy buttons as we've been informed they are called.  All I can say is thank goodness for rubber bumpers.  This picture primarily for Nev's wife Rachel on NB Percy, who reversed their NB in,  one arm tied behind her back, blindfolded while drinking tea and singing God Save The Queen.


So here we are in January and an ice-age.


Marina frozen over 




Believe me when I say the pontoon was like an ice rink.

Old cratch cover almost set alight by close contact to the stove chimney....

New one that fits and everything.

I kid you not, swimmer from the river getting re-clothed with the aid of husband, taken from my my favourite bridge.

You can see the 100 metres a bit better here.

Yes every bit as cold as it looks.

So we went a hiking up on Cannock Chase, see the frost behind us?  

Interesting tree here, about a metre off the ground and then divides into four branches, I wonder if that was natural in gales knocking off shoots or man made.


We walked a long way, there are 5000 pathways, its a bit featureless so I feared getting lost.  I took the precaution of taking a location of the car.


We arrived by chance at the Cemetery for German Soldiers of two World Wars.  We've been here before when we have visited Penkridge on WaL.  
Its such a touching place I wanted to go in again.  Its maintained by the War Graves Commonwealth and what a great job they do.





Ceramic memories recently installed.






We walked through Tixal Wide and over the Shrugborough Estate, had David not been unwell we were going to have come to Tixal to spend a few days but Reader just look at the mud. A no brainer to avoid. 





This is a gatehouse to Shrugborough, there is a pair of them both occupied with tended gardens but Jeepers look how small it is, WaL is much bigger I feel.  The smoke it was polluting the atmosphere with made us cough. 


So that's about it for this visit.  We are home tomorrow home from what David is calling our winter sun holiday....

You'll be hearing from me again in the spring.  



Tuesday, 19 October 2021

Almost home.

 So today Reader I am writing this post on my phone, I started this afternoon and almost completed it when my phone rang, after chatting to a daughter for 15 mins I returned to the post and it had vanished.
Not at all annoying I can tell you.

So here is a second attempt, if this fails then I don't know what I'll say.

So the next morning David set off before 7am, he estimated that it would be an hour before my presence was required.  I arrived on-time and holding his coffee.

I was delighted to see an Egret on the canalside, I scrambled to get my phone camera but he flew off but landed close to two herons!  I have only ever seen individual herons never two before, I've often wondered about breeding...


The Egret and two Herons.


So Marilyn, I tried hard, but this is pretty much as good as it gets this autumn for colour, a vague yellow in the centre of this bush.





So here is the stop lock that marks the end of the Shroppie canal and onto our favourite, the Staffs to Worcester canal.  We are turning left towards Great Haywood and our marina there.




Someone should grab this gorgeous house and restore it, cut down these ghastly trees and give it the love it deserves.  David refused to buy it for me, I thought we could retire here.

This one too.

Left turn.



All of a sudden the narrows are upon you even though we were pretty early.  I said that the oncoming boat should go in the passing place as we are long,. David said we should go in the passing place because we are long.



Ducks got a fright but no bumps or even near bumps.



Oh Marilyn what a cracker.


We carried on to Coven, the sky was quickly filling in and the forecast heavy rain wasn't far away.  On arriving at Coven there were two workmen cutting bricks finishing laying a patio, dust was everywhere and an earsplitting noise was awful, but they were using an electric cutter so I figured they wouldn't be long doing it.  It was spitting as we moored up and pouring as David finished putting the tonneau cover on the back.  We dried off and went off to the pub here, the Anchor.  Never stopped here before but George said it was good.

So it turns out the manager has just changed.  It was a pouring and cold Saturday, the wood fire was set but not lit, we ordered and I asked the waitress as it was cold could the heating be switched on?  Oh yes he's just done it.  Well the food arrived and we sat in our coats as did most of the other customers.
I asked again about the heating as the plates were cleared, oh yes it's on..

I went to the loo and on my way touched every single radiator on the place and none were on.
 The man next to us said the old manager would have had that fire lit, this one won't.
Well it was a truly average meal and we went back to WaL to get warm.  We stayed there for the rest of the rainy day and guess what, those men were still cutting tiles and bricks in the wet.


Another early start this time to half fill up with water at Gailey, then off down the locks no other boats about and the lock needed turning.

I usually walk these close together locks and just as we got around the first bend a hire boat pulled out in front of us, we hadn't lost anything as we still had to turn most of them.
They were Swiss, spoke German and had hired seven times before.

A lovely morning really, a bit slow as a bit of a queue had developed but when we landed at Penkridge we were one of only three boats.

We'd made a booking for The Littleton Arms in the centre of Penkridge, we never go past Penkridge without going here, kinda regretted going yesterday but the country needs us all to go out and spend our money post Covid.

It was warm there, I'd taken a cardi, a  vest and a coat just in case.  The food was very good.  Curiously we have noticed that yesterday and today the extras on the menu were all potato types, mash, chips, sweet potato fries and new potatoes, but the Sunday roast had four veg so we both had that.
Absolutely delicious.

So the next day we dropped down into Great Haywood, another cold and miserable day only brightened up by the arrival of John and Louise from NB Ploddin' Along.   You may remember that we spent a fun filled fortnight in May with them on the GU.  Well they got petrol and came over for lunch.  I fetched out the recently discovered champagne from its hiding place at the back of a cupboard behind shopping bags and Louise and I very much enjoyed it.

After a tasty lunch of fig feta and red onion tart we played cards until they had to leave.

Sad to see them go.  and sorry I don't have photos of them to put up you see Reader, we have left the boat, unpacked and packed again arriving today here in Devon, as three months ago when I was out at my mother's David did a jolly thing and booked a hotel on the beach here in Devon where we plan to do a small amount of the South Western Coastal Path, we have done odd sections over the years but as I type this there is a monsoon outside, if it's too wet tomorrow then we will just stop in the spa here.

So when I get home and have my laptop again where all my photos are I'll post again. 
But this last 2.5 weeks have been brilliant, meeting our good friends, four sets was the icing on the cake.  The Four Counties Ring was very enjoyable with a good variety of countryside and towns, flat and locky.  We've lived it and would easily do it again to stop off in the places we missed this time.



PS please forgive the font size issues, I'm so bored of this now....

Monday, 18 October 2021

Norbury Junction and more chums

 

Last evening was cold when we landed,  plus the light was fading to get a good shot of the view here.  
Not entirely sure where were but way north of Norbury Junction, if I were able to pinpoint the mooring it's possible I might have been able to name that hill or mountain but let's just say it's bound to be Welsh.


Last nights mooring, pity we weren't here longer.


So the journey continued without much incident, none actually but here are some cows that David likes to see.  Did I ever tell you Reader that he is an ex-dairy farmer?  That profession largely accounts for his inability to stay in bed much past 6am, earlier in the summer.

David started up a milk retailing business in our area, pretty successfully too, but if a milkman went sick then David went off out at 1 or 2am, he said that he would never have looked upon a 5am start as a lie in.

One Sunday I offered to help out and go with him to do a Sunday am round I think it was, my mother came down to look after the three little children and off I went at god knows what time...  Well I made shocking mistakes, got cold, got sleepy and we ended up having a ghastly row and Reader I never "Helped" again and probably David was grateful I didn't. 


Pretty cows that bring back happy memories eh David?

Interesting skies today, hot and sunny, freezing and grey then hot and sunny again.


So we arrived at Norbury Junction, we have only passed through here before and apart from filling with fuel not moored up, so as we approached there was a swathe of empty moorings available, well did a spot of fannying that is to say lining up the solar panels with the only gap in the hedge and moored up.  

The rain was making itself unpopular coming and going and David disappeared to move the car along but more importantly buy milk and eggs.  

A little later along the path came Steve and Chris.   We met them back in 2012    HERE    this was Crick that year when   NB WaL was the Fernwood Designs boat on show.  Very sadly Fernwoods is no longer in business, but if you look at Steve's photos you will make out my friend Amanda and myself both in profile and both in warm clothing in the Ferwood's tent as it was perishingly cold and very wet.   
So although we have been loosely in touch since then, we of the Fernwood Fan Club, haven't met up with each other since that day.
Steve is a frightfully good egg and very kindly let us have a good gander at NB AmyJo and her new portholes which I want to have, they have had glass panels put into the side hatches which are fabulous, ours on WaL really need a bit of attention.

We had a lovely evening chatting and laughing and learning from them.  I can't imagine they learnt anything from us, but we both thank you for your time and help.



The four of us at The Junction Inn here at Norbury where we had super fish and chips. Sorry about the shocking clash of red handbag and purple fleece, shocking.


Well the next morning we wanted to roll along again but there was another blockage, a tree down across the canal way down the canal at Gnosall although the hireboats went through, we thought that they wouldn't really have an eye on the CART website, they would likely end up queueing somewhere.  So David did some boat polishing and I helped by doing a spot of buffing.  Much later there was a boat appearing down the way and we asked them if they had come through yes it's all sorted.  So off we went.  On reaching Gnosall, we couldn't see any sign of a tree down, no broken twigs, no sawdust, no trunk and no fallen tree, so that was a mystery.



This is another fallen tree, almost out of the way now but not at Gnosall.

Well it was a nicest sort of an afternoon, it stayed dry, sunny, the rain stayed away but we did have the winter gloves on now.

We carried on at Wheaton Aston, we debated about stopping for fuel, but the cheap as chips place garage there looked closed, it was about 5pm, so we didn't bother.  

A small wait for the on and only lock here gave me the opportunity to off load a smelly bag of rubbish, I'd taken the BW key with me just in case it was a locked fence and gate around the bins.  So when I had touched the bins, yuk, I went into the showers to wash my hands.  Well Reader what a find, what a joy a Book Swap and there was a pristine copy of  
The Little Paris Kitchen by Rachel Khoo.  


I'd watched in awe of her creating dishes in what appeared a cupboard with a Baby Bell cooker but the book was pretty expensive at the time.  
So I can add it to my own collection of pristine cookery books mostly kept in a 'hard to get at cupboard' now, mostly unused too.  Still I'm very pleased.

Finally we moored up just north of Brewood.  George had told us that  Brewood is mostly in gloomy trees, so to moor up before it or after it.  We had intended to go to one of three recommended pubs here, but time was slightly pressing and that treat will have to wait to the next time.  

Supper was Chicken Malabar biryani, absolutely gorgeous, I'll pick that up again next time I'm in Waitrose for sure.























Friday, 15 October 2021

Chilly mornings, warm days and cold nights.

 So the grandchild is much better, his medication is finished and on our last day with him David and I walked him to his nursery and said a tearful goodbye as he waved to us over his shoulder.  
That was me who was tearful not him.

We drove back to WaL, I think it was four hour trip, sunglasses on most of the way but as we approached Market Drayton the sky simply turned black seeming around one corner, as we approached Addersley the sky was positively thunderous and as we parked on the nearby bridge it fell down.  
We waited.

The useful thing about popping home was that I took all our washing with me.  It was kind of a role reversal in that most children take their washing home and give it to their mothers to do...  I brought a small amount back wet but otherwise a successful task completed.

The car was also full of petrol once again, it seems the "Shortage" is confined to the south east corner of the UK and not many other areas now.  The first service station had a massive queue for diesel only petrol having sold out at dawn, David didn't really want to bother with another service station but as I was driving, (Slightly ironically but David does most if not all the boat driving and I do virtually all of the car driving as he makes me scream when he drives the car) 
so as I was driving I took us to try the Warwick service station, not only is the petrol very quickly accessible there was not one car waiting.  We will use this station in the future instead of having to do a long drive just to get to the pumps.

 WaL was fine after her weekend alone.  The next morning a few boats passed us in both directions while David moved the car.  We never leave the car at bridges for more than one night.  So we finally set off after breakfast and coffee.


Last night's mooring.



Here is a by-wash, we had some rain yesterday David was washed back but got out easily with bow thrusters.  The poor hirers in front of us had quite a bit more trouble coping.


I couldn't quite figure out how this injury had occurred but its been wallopped alright.



Quite a bit of traffic here today which of course makes for an easy passage.


I poked my nose in the bushes here and discovered what happens to the old lock gates.... I suppose they will be eaten by beetles in the centuries to come, don't know about the metal though.



It is quite up and down with the paddles using the Steve method.



This is the other farm shop, the sign remains but not trading just now, here is the stall we paid for the most delicious pork pies, David's words, I cannot stand them.


We arrived at Market Drayton, watered up and departed.  We both would have liked to have had a nose about there but that will wait till next time.

It's the most lovely countryside on the Shroppie canal, that is when you can see it...
So nice for us to see "Black&Whites",  the sun came out and all was joyfulness.  Well doesn't your heart leap with views like this?






So farming news, harvest is over cultivating and drilling has began.  At home, a favourite view of mine when the corn is golden with the grass and trees olive green.  Every year I vow to drive there and photograph this view in harvest colours, needless to say I have missed it again, that makes about 30 years missed.  I just hope I remember next year, remind me Reader will you? 




Seagulls travel far and wide for a bit of cultivation.



Pretty quickly after Market Drayton comes the Tyrley Flight, the bottom locks are in a cutting hewn from rock, very impressive, the towpath was thick mud, not so great on your deck.



See the rock, see the mud?


This by-wash was a stinker even though it had a guard on it.


The countryside completely opens out above this lock.  We met a hirer who was decidedly nervous about this flight tomorrow, he had walked a couple of miles to see the locks before bringing his hire boat here tomorrow.  I couldn't really think of anything to say to alay his fears except just go steady....
Only yesterday we heard tales of a hire boat that had gone 90 degrees in the pound because of the by-washes.



Top and final lock today, Tyrley lock cottages and former stabling


After the lock then its almost immediately into trees and the Woodsleeves Cutting.  Many love the trees and marvel at the work to have made the cutting, but I just think it was a waste of gorgeous sunshine and a bit deadly dull, but don't let me influence you....


There was a sign up saying the towpath was closed.

Landslips on the off side, the ground just looks likes a child's sandcastle after it has dried in the sun and simply rolls away.

Still looks very unstable, I'm sure it will happen again.

High bridge.

Its sunny up there, chilly down here.  Nice and narrow, we didn't meet anyone.

This is where the towpath is closed, you can see plenty of footsteps scrambling over.

So if a tree slips in a cutting and no one and nothing is there to hear it, does it make any noise...?


The temperature was quickly dropping after we departed the trees, then a massive long line of moored boats, then a viewpoint over the rolling hills, shall we moor up here I said with sweeping arm movements to indicate the view, No I want to get onto Norbury Junction, well we were hoping to meet Steve and Chris from NB AmyJo at Norbury Junction there but no day was fixed upon yet, okay I said and went inside to let him get on with it.
Moments later, he was pulling WaL into a space, and in went the stakes.

It was now COLD but quickly hot showers were had and supper was served.

Sausages and french beans with peach surprise.