DB moved us to Crick for our next rest stop. The settled weather
means we don’t have to assemble the canopies and can sit out on the open deck.
As per usual we talked to foot traffic mostly with dogs walking past DB. Della
feels her job is to meet and greet. Della is interested, sometimes, to meet dogs
and she gets very excited the bigger they are. We talked with the owners of
Chico, a calm Jack Russell, who is getting fame for ‘his’ Narrowboat diary. It is
giving me an idea to pen ‘Paw Prints’
on behalf of Della who is a deep thinker rather than a barker and the delight
of the many humanoids, she ‘knee’ hugs.
The weather bode well for the journey through the leaky
Crick Tunnel and beyond to the Watford Locks. The Crick Tunnel is a wet ride of
1528 imperial yards, and I’m sure sun or rain makes no difference to the traverse
and you can be sure the Captain and the boat get a free wash. Della and I
stayed indoors sitting on the Daybed and listened to the whoosh of water washing
the tunnel walls. I cast my eye through this week’s ‘OK’ mag, speedily handed
to me along with a door stopper of this month’s ‘Marie Claire’ as we left our
Crick Mooring. The Marie Claire reminded me why I only bought it when I was
living the best 10 years of a woman’s life between 28 and 32. The only substantial
thing about it was its size.
At the end of the tunnel, as darkness was replaced with daylight,
Della and I went back up on deck, with me mop-handed to put the free wash of DB’s
deck to purposeful use. I had hardly begun when we got grounded starboard side.
The new Ash pole is securely locked in place on the roof and there it stayed.
Chris took hold of the short Blue pole (from AM days) and I used the plastic
handle of the mop stick to push the bank away as we floated into position and
full speed ahead.
In next to no time at all we were pulling in to waiting
position for the first of the Watford Locks. These are 7 Locks of which 4 form
the Staircase Lock. The Locks were being manned (they were blokes) by two
C&RT Volunteers and were getting busy. It is important to inform one
volunteer who acts as Lock Keeper (‘Lockie’) that you were in line to ‘come
down’ as it was important for those waiting to come up to inform the ‘Lockie’. It
transpired we were now part of organised chaos and boats at the bottom of the
locks were moving to the small pond at the bottom of the Staircase Lock before
they let the ‘Lockie’ know they were awaiting instruction. I would have
organised it differently but that’s my opinion and that’s all I’m saying. We
were 2nd to last in the line of 4 boats moving down the Locks before
the boats at the bottom came up! My feathers were ruffled at the end of that
work out and the serenity of the remainder of the Leicester Section of the
Grand Union Canal was welcome.
Norton Junction is an easy turn to Port to follow the Grand
Union Canal eventually taking us to London. We were immediately at the ‘Top Lock’ of 7
staggered Locks that leads to a clear Lock free run to the Blisworth Tunnel (3rd
longest tunnel on the Canal network). A
helpful C&RT volunteer arrived at the Top Lock with his windlass, at the
ready, and I didn’t need any persuasion to stay on DB as we went down the Lock.
The Locks were, again, the size that would fit a Wide Beam boat or 2 Narrow
boats again. (Widebeams cannot pass the Foxton and Watford Locks.)
We moored for a couple of nights below the Top Lock with the
thought of relaxing. Truth is I rarely relax as there is always something to do
but it was good not to be on the move. When we are on the move, Chris spends
hours standing at the Wheel and having to concentrate on steering, which is not
the same as holding a Tiller. On the ‘To Do’ list the Wheel needs to be raised to
give a better steering position.
Chris has the fortune, in his golden years, of having a Bus
Pass and used it to free -ride the local bus, to Daventry, with DB’s ropey-
looking shopping trolley and did the grocery shopping. His report of the
journey was the helpfulness of the other people on the Bus in making sure he
got off at the right stop. He returned with a trolley full of groceries and fresh
broad beans from the market. The broad beans were good but not on a par to the
ones we used to grow in our sustainable garden in NZ.
Later, in the day, we walked the towpath and passed the 6
locks we would do the next day. I suggested we start early in case the day became
hot like it was during our reccy. We were down the six locks before we had our
breakfast at Whilton Marina. Even better Della enjoyed Rabbit TV in the Pet
store near the Marina. She just stands with her paws planted in Fight or Flight
position, nose twitching with the smell of live Rabbit and selective hearing in
place. The only way to move her is to pull her, by lead, along the slippery
floor. Note: To reduce risk of dog choking remember to make sure dog wears
harness.
Fool's paradise The M1 is over there |
The day was warm and we cruised on beyond the glimpses of
the M1 and the busy railway line. We moored at Weedon and watched a bloke
poling his working boat past us. The
conversation went like this
Are you really going
to pole the barge to London?
“Yes.”
Have you considered
using a horse?
“Yes but they are too expensive to look after.”
Oh well you’ll put
muscles in your arms as you train to be a pole dancer. Byeee.
We gave him plenty of chance to pole-on while we went to
explore the limited delights of closed antique shops in Weedon. We agreed to
move down the canal and found a quieter location just passed the Rugby Boats
office. Well it was quieter when the noise of the ride-on mower cutting the
massive lawn canal side of the big house, opposite us, had finished giving the
grass its No. 1 cut.
Blisworth |
Della is booked in for a groom next Monday near Bridge 76 in
Milton Keynes which means our stops are limited until then.
Yesterday’s cruise took DB through the Blisworth Tunnel (3057 yards) to Stoke Bruerne and slightly beyond. Della and I remained calm, indoors, while torch and DB’s headlights lit the shiny walls of the tunnel.
We met 2 boats heading the other way and passed without incident. Again as daylight got close, Della and I left our comfortable and dry space.
Unexpectedly for us, we had gongoozlers greet us. I got mouthy
Is using strength of arm to pole mean your boat is powered? |
Yesterday’s cruise took DB through the Blisworth Tunnel (3057 yards) to Stoke Bruerne and slightly beyond. Della and I remained calm, indoors, while torch and DB’s headlights lit the shiny walls of the tunnel.
The Black Hole is near |
We met 2 boats heading the other way and passed without incident. Again as daylight got close, Della and I left our comfortable and dry space.
That light in the distance is oncoming craft and not the end of the Tunnel |
Unexpectedly for us, we had gongoozlers greet us. I got mouthy
There is light at the
end of the tunnel. We have come out of a black hole. Is this other side?
In their response I heard the Kiwi dialect and then I
noticed the map of NZ on a T shirt.
Kia ora bro!
Yay and they were Mainlanders. We moored up and I walked
back and asked if they’d like to have a wee cruise with us to Stoke Bruerne. It
was lovely being able to share a snippet of cruising on DB with Maureen &
Ray (from Mosgiel NZ) and Jan & Mohammed. Great that DB can take 4 plus us
on board in the stern /wheelhouse area not to mention the laundry drying (the
Tunnel wasn’t too leaky) on the clothes rack in front of the directors’ chairs.
Della took up her cooler weather position as Navigator sitting in prime
position on the ledge above the Wheel. The Locks appeared as we arrived in Stoke
Bruerne and thanks to Ray for helping with the 2nd lock. Chris says
you guys thought I was strong! Thanks, you should have seen me later! We went
down 2 locks with the Kiwi crew, said our farewells and then thought we would
find a mooring spot before the next lock.
Chance would be a fine thing but the boats we passed were
erratically moored and there was no space for 68ft of DB. I wish people could
think to move closer when moored in limited space. No mooring meant we had to
go down 5 more locks which was really hard work. We were both tired and I
needed to open and close both top gates for DB to enter the lock and to open
bottom gates for DB to leave the lock and walk to the next lock to get it ready
while DB was going down the Lock and back to let DB out and close the gates and
the ‘pounds’ were very full and the locks were overflowing and I lost my cool
demeanour if I ever had it...... It was tough but a “Big Up” to the random help
I had at the 3rd and 5th Locks.
Thankfully we found a good mooring where we could bang in
our pegs and tie up before it started raining.
And still the complimentary comments and smiles for DolcieBlue
keep us buoyant.
“She looks just like my home.”