Scraping The Bottom

low levels on Worcester and BirminghamWe’d got used to the speed of river travel and back on canals it’s shocking to see our slow crawl across the Nicholson pages. It shouldn’t really matter when the destination is nowhere in particular, but somehow it still does. ‘Progress’ wasn’t helped by low pounds and dreary weather today. The creep from Blackpole Lock to Offerton Bottom Lock was a painful slow go, with way too many boats (us included) heading up from Blackpole, the levels had dropped low enough for Canal and River Trust to put in an appearance.

Finally up through Offerton Top Lock the heavy skies closed in and we moored just before it hammered down. Leaving the rest of the day to poor soaked hire-boaters with little option but to push on with their Worcester/Droitwich/River Severn loops.

A fuel filter check as the engine sounded a bit dodgy through the shallow pounds – the filter was clear so we’re hoping the gurgling was due to alarming angles created by mounting bottom of canal debris along the way.

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Blue Sky Avon

River Avon at PershoreToday felt very un-English from start to finish. With blue sky and fluffy white clouds, the water was still and everythingleaving Wyre Piddle Island - River Avon burst with colour. Not one boat passed in either direction during our stay on Wyre Piddle Island, meaning the lock was still for us this morning. A drop down and a little further on we tied up at Pershore. Market day was in full swing, an accordion sounded through the streets, a few people cycled on proper old bicycles and the buildings looked quite French. Amazing what a fewPershore balconies do – according to Nick.

Back to the boat for a water fill and then lunch below the lock. Nearing the end of The Avon now and after quite a bit of deliberating it wins best river award so far, rolling countryside studded with Stratford, Bidford, Pershore and Eckington BridgeTewkesbury, pretty good going. Also agreed it wouldn’t be much fun on amber let alone red boards as some of the lock turning/weir combinations are bunglingly twisted.

Moored twice this evening, the sunshine meant a few more cruisers tied up here and there and before we knew it next stop was Tewkesbury. So we headed back up river, tied up at the old sanitary station – not so bad as it sounds, all the clobber has gone, all that remains are the mmoored by Eckington Bridgeooring bollards and an overgrown patch of stingers…3G great, TV reception brilliant, view across the hills…and then there was Murk who looked pretty disgusted with his deal. So in an attempt to find him the kind of outdoor space he feels he deserves we de-camped and set off again – eventually mooring by Eckington Bridge. Bloody dog but beautiful evening to travel.


Bancroft Basin

Stratford-upon-Avon canal - into Bancroft BasinA final water top up before the last drop down into Bancroft Basin. With plenty of Stratford-on-Avonmoorings free we swung round and reversed back along a pontoon. Ice cream boats, restaurant boats, trip boats they’re all here and so are the customers. We’d heard the basin can feel a bit like a goldfish bowl but we’re loving it – as is Murk, discovered sat out the back with a whole audience snapping their cameras. That dog is heading for a begging bowl.Bancroft Basin

Boat life continues to come up with great places tAlmshouses - Stratfordo live for a short while, this afternoon’s cake baked while we wandered the past Shakespeare’s house – mad.

 


Chain Dipper

bongosYesterday was mostly about buying a very expensive chicken, moving a copantsuple of miles and drying out everything from the day before. Moored up whreclaimed chainere we once heard bongos, the wind whipped through the boat putting right the aftermath of our soaking. In under the step, the water pump looked a bit damp too, a teeny leak was soon sorted by tightening a few screws – any sign of water tank water in the wrong place gets our hearts racing since the big flood.

This morning we wound round endless fields of rape, under pretty bridges and down through Caluctt locks. Lunch and ‘big’ football was followed by a canal dip for Nick. You learn by water pumpyour mistakes on this boat, he who drops the mooring chain gets in to fish it back out. We’re down to the last two. It took a while, apparently the bottom was pretty mushy and judging byStockton Locks Grand Union the gunk stuck to the chain when it eventually appeared, pretty grim. An unexpected Sunday roast dining show for the couple on the boat next door. Nice. Lucky lady.

Moved on before dropping doCalcutt Locks - Grand Unionwn through Stockton Locks, a few locks in and the chase began. An army of energetic lock setters sent out from a boat way back were snapping at our heals. Never one to turn down a challenge, Nick popped over gates, legged it between locks, wounds paddles like his life depended on it. The ferocious pace meant it wasn’t long before we landed in Long Itchington. Busy moorings and busy pub.

 


Foxton Locks

FoxtonEarly starters jostled for position at six something, they were long gone by the time we made it onto the stern. The sun came out and midway upFoxton Locks the gongoozlers did too. Easy life back in the land of single locks, we hovered half way up for a few boats coming down before finishing the climb.

A load of laundry washed aFoxton nd spun, pulled in for a quick water top up before leaving locks behind for quite a while – the whole run through to Watford is lock free. Miles soon ticked by today, beautiful bluebell woods and fields of lambs.

Our priorities have changed since we left dry land, never thought we’d get so excited about four old iron rings. The rain had just about set in by time our ropes clanged through what seem to be long forgotten mooring rings out in the middle of nowhere.


Water

AylestoneLeaving Leicester we headed out on the straight mile. Rowers, joggers, cyclists, everyone was Eastering out and about. A few wrist snapping, shoulder wrenching locks thenEaster Kilby Bridge on through Aylestone. In the days before environment agency and legislation the Wigston dye works pumped excess dye water through the sewage treatment works, it was spewed out a few miles up in Aylestone producing and inky black ribbon of water, a sinister looking stretch that nobody wanted to boat or be. All much cleaner today, in fact the whole Leicester experience wKilby Bridge servicesas practically murk free.

Blaby Bridge

Blaby Bridge

 

Quick mid-lock lunch, then more of the same – the locks continued to be tough going, and pretty much all against us. Past Glen Parva, through Blaby and South Wigston before a water fill at Kilby Bridge. Despite few moorings at Castle Gardens boat turnover  in Leicester is steady, hardly anyone seems Kilby Lock Bridgeto over stay which is pretty unusual for a city. Counting the miles on the map water might be the reason why…20 miles and a lot of locks between the last water point in Barrow Upon Soar and Kilby Bridge.

One last lock for the day then tied up on a stretch with beautiful views over fields of lambs, oh and a hireboat cannon firing from the top of the next lock… since pitching up they’ve come thick and fast, at all sorts of terrifying angles.

 


River Soar

River SoarWhere the Trent is big and bold the Soar seems dainty and quaint. But most places would be beautiful on a day like today.

From an explosive start next to an enormous Trent weir, the Soar soon quietens to a gentle meander though lush countryside. The water was running crazily slow and if Nicholson hadn’t kept saying otherwise it would have been easy to forget we were on a river at all.  Not exactly sure how many locks we did, a few, and despite a biNormanton on Soar - River Soart of lock buddy swapping we shared them all with another boat. Quite happy about that as they’re pretty sharp so it minimised top of boat rope clinging.

Lunch on the roof where Murk figured he’d settle down for the day but there was plenty more where his morning walk came from.

Looked to stop in Zouch, but didn’t. On through Normanton on Soar where every garden, building and inch of picket feLoughborough - River Soarnce could have won best turned out…unsurprisingly there weren’t too many visitor mooring dotted about. So we carried on through Loughborough, on and on, then on a bit more.Loughborough - River Soar

The town soon opened up to rolling countryside, water meadows and proper brick bridges. Can’t believe how much we are loving rivers – a lot has changed since we rode those red boards.