Post by Clinton Cool on Dec 5, 2018 17:19:01 GMT
The plan yesterday was up at 7.30, bit of breakfast, couple of cups of tea, load the motor bike, take the wind turbine down, hitch up the kayak then start up Bosley locks around 8.30. Aim was to get through the 12 locks, empty the bog, fill up with water then settle down for some well earned lunch around 1.00 or so.
The first hitch was the frost. No way, sanded roof panels or not am I single handing up locks with an icy roof. Start delayed until 9.30.
Did 3 locks that I'd pre set the afternoon before. Noticed a huge amount of water going past in the by washes. Next thing a jolly chap told me they were doing some work on one of the locks, I was going to be delayed by an hour or so. Oh well another couple of cups of tea, it wasn't a bad day. They'd lowered the pound to do the work. An hour and a half later a scraped through. The next pound was also low, they'd lowered this one to give me enough water to get through the one they'd been working on. This was starting to become a bit of a nightmare.
They were dredging the next pound. Not just the mud, they were taking out about three quarters of the reed beds on the off side. The whole pound, and subsequent pounds, were a kind of water and reed soup. This soup didn't agree with my prop, not at all. No amount of forward and reverse would clear this crap so I found myself down the weedhatch not once but a total of 5 times.
I finally rose out of lock 1 at 4.00 p.m., it was virtually dark. 6 1/2 hours to do 12 locks.
Is this a world record?
The first hitch was the frost. No way, sanded roof panels or not am I single handing up locks with an icy roof. Start delayed until 9.30.
Did 3 locks that I'd pre set the afternoon before. Noticed a huge amount of water going past in the by washes. Next thing a jolly chap told me they were doing some work on one of the locks, I was going to be delayed by an hour or so. Oh well another couple of cups of tea, it wasn't a bad day. They'd lowered the pound to do the work. An hour and a half later a scraped through. The next pound was also low, they'd lowered this one to give me enough water to get through the one they'd been working on. This was starting to become a bit of a nightmare.
They were dredging the next pound. Not just the mud, they were taking out about three quarters of the reed beds on the off side. The whole pound, and subsequent pounds, were a kind of water and reed soup. This soup didn't agree with my prop, not at all. No amount of forward and reverse would clear this crap so I found myself down the weedhatch not once but a total of 5 times.
I finally rose out of lock 1 at 4.00 p.m., it was virtually dark. 6 1/2 hours to do 12 locks.
Is this a world record?
