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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 20:18:55 GMT
First of all I must apologise as my boating lesson today is very long winded, and was not terribly exciting. You have been warned. The most important development in today's voyage is that I now have a boating buddy.
He's a really nice young chap, probably in his late twenties, whom I shall call Alex. I'd first said hello as we were waiting to go through Denver Lock and Salters Lode, and had sort of leapfrogged each other all the way through March and Peterborough to Wansford Lock, where I now found him awaiting the first vessel of the day.
I suspect he'd been roused from his slumber (tied up overnight on the lock landing at Wansford Lock) by my jaunty arrival aboard the good ship All That Jazz (that's her real name), keen as mustard and in no mood for the usual canal faffing. As ever, I was to receive quite a healthy dose of faffing. And as ever, it was entirely my fault.
Now my understanding so far has been that people who moor at lock landings are Very Bad People, so I inwardly judged the young chap for this at first. But then I realised that in truth, there are often several miles between public moorings on this part of the Nene, and that you have to be 'creative' if things go wrong, its getting dark, and you are left miles from the next mooring, often with not so much as a bit of grassy bank you can hold on to for the night.
So his strategy when travelling upstream was that if it was getting dark and he couldn't find a public mooring- and if a lock was getting close, he would moor at the lock landing overnight, and be ready to spring forth from his vessel at a moments notice, and hasten through the lock as soon as the first boat showed up early next morning. Although I had initially been ready to report him to the canal secret police for his crimes, he was actually a really decent lad, well mannered and really helpful.
"Hey, the next few are double locks, we can go through together- it will be loads faster" he suggested. The idea of going at someone else's pace seemed like a snag to me initially- but here we were, already at the lock, so I though what the hell. He disappeared faster than a meerkat, and in 30 seconds he was dressed and ready to go, and in we went.
"Dont worry, I'll to the paddles and stuff", he said, "You can stay on your boat if you like." Hello, I thought. Things were definitely looking up. There were clearly significant advantages to being lock buddies, particularly if your buddy was as agile as a cat and with plenty of stamina.
We were through in no time, and in order to be of some small use, I volunteered to go back to close the V gates and reopen the lower guillotine gate, while he cruised on, promising to meet at the next lock. Just my sodding luck- the guillotine gate jammed halfway up, and I faffed around with it for five minutes, before sitting down and scratching my head, pondering who I might need to call to remedy the situation. But I gave it a final try, and up it went. Beginners luck again.
Alex had very kindly waited at the next lock, and again we were through in no time. This time he even asked me to carry on and he'd go back to set the gates and catch me up. At this point he had become my personal mobile volunteer lockkeeper, with me cruising through and never leaving the boat- but I felt too guilty to let this highly charitable effort continue. So on the next lock I again said I would go back and set the gates correctly, and catch him up further on.
However, what I had completely forgotten- in my willingness to contribute some physical effort to our venture- was that I am a blithering idiot. And true to form, I put my windlass down on top of the control box that houses the buttons to lift the gates. And when the gate was fully raised, I dutifully locked the box and walked away, leaving my windlass behind.
And so we got to the last lock of the day, a mile or two before Fotheringhay. Of course I made an utterly botched entry and bounced off of the lock entrance walls and the bank a number of times (thanks to wind and stupidity), all the time being observed with no small amusement by the crew of an EA working boat. I finally skulked into place beside Alex, but resolved to make some meaningful contribution this time, and reached for my windlass.
He immediately volunteered to go back the two miles and fetch the windlass in his tender. I'd been cursing the thing all morning, trying to dodge it as it weaved about around his stern going into the locks, but there was another lesson- suddenly it was a major help. I worked him back through the lock and he sped off- and was back in 40 mins or so, windlass in hand.
In the meantime I became a volunteer lockie for the EA crew, who had roused themselves and wanted to come up through the lock. The gate has a steel wheel that you push or pull to wind it around many dozens of times in order to lift the gates- which at first you do with great speed and energy, but a little later in the process you realise that you are 57, and your pace becomes more pragmatic. My lock buddy also turned into a mobile chandlery when my centre line snapped (again) shortly afterwards, and I was left with about 15 feet of it- which could be a real problem in a lock. Alex, it turned out, had loads of spare rope, and offered to lend me one, but I asked if I could just buy one- so he flogged me one of his spares, which solved my problem on the spot, and also saved me a trip to a chandler.
If all goes to plan we will work out way up to Northampton in no time, laughing in the face of adversity, and tweaking the nose of those eternal winding up lock gates.
So yes, another lesson learned- I shall never again look askance at a lock buddy. They are worth their weight in gold.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 20:32:42 GMT
I love your story, but believe me you will eventually find a 'lock buddy' who you will do your utmost to separate from. Until then carry on trusting/being nice to everyone.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 20:49:57 GMT
Probably everyone has left the windlass behind so no shame. The other classic is to put it down on the cabin top where it gets swept overboard with a rope or something. In the old days the windlass was placed through the trouser belt...
Sounds like you need to get learning that long splice.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 20:51:10 GMT
I love your story, but believe me you will eventually find a 'lock buddy' who you will do your utmost to separate from. Until then carry on trusting/being nice to everyone. I'm just guessing, but I wonder if the general vibe on the Ouse and Nene is quite touristy? Whatever it is, people are very friendly, and very positive about waving- even fishermen. I'm starting to wonder if the gritty reality of the Grand Union will be some kind of rude awakening, with passing boaters cursing me, and fishermen hurling worms.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 20:57:55 GMT
I love your story, but believe me you will eventually find a 'lock buddy' who you will do your utmost to separate from. Until then carry on trusting/being nice to everyone. I'm just guessing, but I wonder if the general vibe on the Ouse and Nene is quite touristy? Whatever it is, people are very friendly, and very positive about waving- even fishermen. I'm starting to wonder if the gritty reality of the Grand Union will be some kind of rude awakening, with passing boaters cursing me, and fishermen hurling worms. No all waterways are the same, most people are friendly, it's just the 1% who are not. Concentrate on the the other 99% but remember to be aware of the 1%.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 20:58:14 GMT
Probably everyone has left the windlass behind so no shame. The other classic is to put it down on the cabin top where it gets swept overboard with a rope or something. In the old days the windlass was placed through the trouser belt... Sounds like you need to get learning that long splice. When I first set off I had a whole paraphernalia arrayed before me on the cabin top- a cup of coffee, my phone, a map, windlass - you name it. It seemed an eminently suitable place for things to sit in perfect safety. Then an hour later I tried to moor up for the first time, and partly because of my stupidity, the centre line made several highly destructive passes over the cabin roof, sweeing all before it. Thankfully nothing of value went into the drink, but for most of the time I now leave the cabin roof bare. I'll get onto that splicing malarkey asap- I am 100% certain I'm going to need that- and it will be a time when I least want or expect it- which by the way is when all boating problems seem to strike.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 21:10:16 GMT
Probably everyone has left the windlass behind so no shame. The other classic is to put it down on the cabin top where it gets swept overboard with a rope or something. In the old days the windlass was placed through the trouser belt... Sounds like you need to get learning that long splice. it will be a time when I least want or expect it- which by the way is when all boating problems seem to strike. They sure do, and that's why you tend to meet grumpy pedants who want everything just-so. Any given disaster isn't about one single event but rather a string of them. I'll remind you that the double fisherman's bend is another way of joining two bits of rope that is really easy and quick to tie and is stronger than most knots. www.animatedknots.com/double-fishermans-bend-knot
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Post by Trina on Sept 2, 2020 21:21:51 GMT
Tony C, I'm loving your posts-you are my daily boaty version of Netflix ! Keep your posts coming.We are static at the moment as we're waiting for our new home in Ellesmere to complete.Our sale of our home of 31 years completed last month,so we're in limbo.We're normally away from June to the end of September plus weeks/ weekends inbetween.It feels so odd not to be on a grand tour.😡😧
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 21:46:43 GMT
Tony C, I'm loving your posts-you are my daily boaty version of Netflix ! Keep your posts coming.We are static at the moment as we're waiting for our new home in Ellesmere to complete.Our sale of our home of 31 years completed last month,so we're in limbo.We're normally away from June to the end of September plus weeks/ weekends inbetween.It feels so odd not to be on a grand tour.😡😧 Thanks a lot Trina, its quite therapeutic for me to scribble down some random thoughts and pick up on daft things I don't want to do over again, so its great that you find it readable. Keeps me off the towpaths etc (not that there are any bloody towpaths around here). I'm stuck at Fotheringhay and having a work day tomorrow, so will have no boating news. That said, I am tempted to let Alex have a crack at removing my bow thruster tomorrow- I've told him if he can get it off and not leave any holes, he can have it. It means him getting right into the river (and its pretty parky as well), but he fancies having a bow thruster, and this could a be a cheap way for him to get one. I can only say fingers crossed you can find a new place quickly- it must be a huge wrench after 31 years, but sometimes a change like that can actually re-energise you in some ways- its just the stress thats a bummer at the time.
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Post by Trina on Sept 2, 2020 22:33:56 GMT
Tony,we've bought a place at Ellesmere shropshire.Just waiting for the sale to complete,we'll then start gutting the place.It's only 19 years old but not been updated at all.As we're oldish farts,this will be our forever home.
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Post by patty on Sept 3, 2020 6:05:15 GMT
Love your tales Tony...why don't u open up a Blog?... Only issue I have with them is that words are forever online and I like hard copies. However its giving me a little job now to put all mine(I have written 5) into book format to bore the kids with when I RIP
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Post by quaysider on Sept 3, 2020 6:52:29 GMT
I'm enjoying the installments... it takes me back to slightly happier times when I was too, full of enthusiasm and did lots of silly things - actually scratch that, I'm STILL full of enthusiasm and do even MORE silly things. Along the same vane windlass wise, last week on the Rufford arm, I was locking (we take turns now I'm fat in a bid to try and get my belly moving) and on arrival at the last lock to leave, I discovered I'd left mine on the penultimate beam. Now I've GOT 6 windlasses (windlie?) but as a Yorkshire man (thus remembering the one I'd left had cost me 16 quid) I decided it'd be a good idea to Jog/Run and eventually crawl back to get it... I too forgetting I'm not the young agile thing I once was.
A Mental note has been made that NEXT time I do it (and there will be one) I will take a glass of wine with me and amble back to retrieve missing item and never again even "think" of jogging/running.
To be on the safe side, i'm going to ask santa for a couple more... just in case I have a bad day!
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Post by Clinton Cool on Sept 3, 2020 7:19:09 GMT
7 years, never lost a windlass, but I've found two. What I have lost or rather, forgotten to retrieve, is the little plastic screw on connectors for water points. It was one until last week but now, annoyingly, it's 2.
I got shouted at yesterday, first time in 7 years. Approached the long bridge between Calveley and Barbridge. A boat appeared coming in the opposite direction at just about the worst time. No problem, into reverse. My boat is all over the place in reverse, this isn't helped by the fact that my engine is only 11hp. A strong side wind did nothing to help the cause. So, I faffed a little bit, needed 3 bouts of forward and reverse before eventually pulling over to the 'wrong' side. As they approached I gave a wave and smile, as I always do. I was met with a pair of scowls and some words that I couldn't hear. Cupped my hand to my ear, one of them shouted "you could have apologised!". WTF? I was never within 5 yards of their boat. Yes, my boat isn't ideal in these situations but they didn't consider that. Instead, they came to a rapid, well off the mark conclusion that I'd either been selfish or reckless.
I've had some bad days over the past few months but suppose I should be grateful that these days have never been so bad that I adopted the attitude of these 2 sour faced women.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2020 7:34:13 GMT
We met a couple at Gt Haywood water point last month ... chaos as always with boats everywhere, and they were clearly struggling connecting their hose to the tap. They were very apologetic for holding things up so it was nice to be able to give them a couple of connectors we've found over the years. We do this with piling pins, bank pins and windlasses we have found too ... good to recirculate them to where they're needed ... costs nothing but can be a huge help. As to your bridge experience ... I was having a mini rant the other day ... a sort of rantette. We met a boat at a bridge hole off a sharp bend with very overgrown offside vegetation, so no chance either of us could see ... consequently we were both travelling slowly so no chance of a collision. I elected to reverse out of the way (mainly as I didn't want to drag my flower pots through the trees) but the opposing boat just kept coming forwards making life unnecessarily difficult, rather than just hanging back a few seconds whilst I was sorted. No sour faces though ... all smiles, waves and thank yous ... so forgiven Rog
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Post by naughtyfox on Sept 3, 2020 9:13:27 GMT
these days have never been so bad that I adopted the attitude of these 2 sour faced women. Probably lesbians.
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