Easter 1998 was very wet and to make matters worse Touch and Tell had alternator trouble so that we had to rely on our generator. This meant late starts and early finishes so that we had enough time to charge the batteries.
We arrived at the boat yesterday evening but we are not cruising today, instead we are up early and off by car to the Norwegian Buhund Club dog show at Ryton on Dunsmore. . We have a very successful day with Brandy our young dog winning his classes and then Edith our lovely black bitch winning not only her classes but also Best in Show. . Unfortunately Jacquie could not enjoy the occasion as she was suffering from a migraine. . After having to wait for a committee meeting we arrive back at the boat via Southam where we pick up a take away.
We start the day with a lazy breakfast and then head back to Southam in the car to attend Palm Sunday services. . Back at the boat we have an early lunch and set off between showers heading towards Marston Doles. . We start down the Napton flight but at the top of Adkins lock the heavens open with a shower of hail. . We decide to stop until it is over but when it clears we do not feel like continuing and stay there for the night.
The dogs have a long walk
before we continue our descent of the flight, there are several
boats coming up, mainly hire boats and it takes us about an hour
to make it to the bottom. . We carry on to Braunston where we stop for
water, it is only possible to get the bow on the pontoon with the
stern tied to a tree as there are already boats taking on water. . Whilst we wait
Jacquie exercises the dogs and I cook a quick pasta lunch. . With no lunch stop
needed it seems we will make good progress today but before long
we meet up with a young woman bow hauling a heavy wooden boat. . We take pity on
her and take her in tow on cross straps. . Towing a heavy old
butty is hard slow work needing a great deal of concentration,
you cannot afford to take your eyes off the way ahead. . When we get too
close to trees and a flowerpot is knocked overboard Liz just
shrugs and smiles. . To communicate with her Jacquie jumps off at a
bridge hole then runs ahead to rejoin Touch and Tell at the next
bridge.
It turns out Liz and her baby, Bop, are taking the boat to a
charity dock to have work done on the hull. . We drop her off
at the top of Hillmorton, she will need to put her chains on and
pull in the sides of the boat to get her through the locks. . After walking the
dogs Liz helps us negotiate the locks whilst telling Jacquie
about her life. . We moor for the night near bridge 69 where the
towpath would have been ideal for the dogs if it had not been so
muddy.
Overnight the batteries do
not seem to have a full charge despite a long day running the
engine. When we stop at Tescos, Rugby, to do some shopping I set
up the generator to recharge them, I am suspicious about the
alternator with which we have had a lot of trouble. . At one o'clock we
stop at Yate's to buy some diesel and the young man who serves us
suggests that a new rattle we have developed could be a cracked
bearing in the alternator.
After lunch the sun has disappeared behind clouds and by the time
we reach Stretton Stop the rain is belting down with lightning
flashing overhead, Jacquie puts her waterproofs on just for long
enough to help me take the boat through the swing bridge. . Just before 5 p.m.
I stop the boat beneath the M6,
I am tired and wet and it is a relief to be out
of the weather. . It is not exactly a conventional mooring but we
decide to stay the night, at least we can run the generator
without worrying about it getting wet in the rain.
This morning the weather is
dry but you could not say that about the towpath, walking the
dogs is not easy as it is so boggy. . We have a late start after running the generator
and Jacquie tires valiantly to walk Brandy but soon has to give
up as the towpath becomes impassable without wellington boots. . At Hawkesbury we
fill water bottles whilst passing through the stop lock, this
means we can turn the water pump off and conserve the battery
power. .
Through the lock we turn towards Nuneaton but reverse back to the
mooring in the Coventry direction. .
When we are safely moored I walk off
to find some petrol for the generator. . It proved to be a
long walk but fortunately I get a lift, very fortunately in fact
as it means I am not walking in a hailstorm. . Jacquie missed the
storm as well, she had just got the last of the dogs back on
board when it started.
We had intended to cruise the Ashby this holiday but now there is
no time left so we set off back the way we had come. . After we pass the
lock I have a rest and Jacquie takes the tiller dressed in her
wet weather gear because the sky is very threatening. . The rain starts as
we approach Ansty. . Eventually we stop for the night opposite
Coleshurst farm, at least the towpath is firm to walk the dogs. . I find a tarpaulin
and stretch it across the back deck so we can run the generator
and keep it in the dry.
Another mid morning start
whilst we charge the batteries and within ten minutes it is
raining again. . Jacquie is at the helm whilst I stay in the dry.
. We
make a brief stop at Rose Narrowboats to get a few items from
thier chandlery. . As we approach Newbold tunnel I take Jacquie up
a hot bowl of pasta and take over the tiller. . We stop on the
offside moorings at Rugby and I go off to Tescos for supplies. . When I return
Jacquie says she will steer but as I am already wet it seems
better to carry on, at least until Hilmorton when we will both be
needed to work the locks.
When we reach the locks we find that all the paddles are up,
there is a boat just ahead of us who takes one lock and we take
the other. . As we reach the top of the lock the lock keeper
appears, he asks that we use only the towpath side locks as he is
having to run water down. . I walk on and am amazed at the sight that greets
me, the top gates of the middle locks are weiring at a high rate,
the water is over the brickwork at the top of the lock. . Meanwhile Jacquie
has to use full throttle to pass through the bridge hole because
of the flow of water. . I am told that the canal is 500 yards wide at
Braunston so that is where all the water is coming from! . It makes ascending
the locks difficult as the water is coming into the lock faster
than the paddles at the bottom can drain it. . Usually the bottom
gates of these locks are light and easy, today we need assistance
from the boat engine pushing against the gates to get them open. . To wind the top
paddles you have to stand in water, it hardly makes any
difference because of the water already flooding in. . We make it out of
the top lock just before 5 o'clock, the towpath is just about
above water level. . It is also dry and well drained so we tie up for
the night, at least we can walk the dogs. . I am amazed that
the other boats coming up the locks all seem to carry on, just at
the top of the "weir" the water will be at its lowest
point.
I awake to find it is snowing and that the boiler has gone out, it is quickly relit. . When we set off, well wrapped up, the snow sson turns to sleet. . Jacquie takes the first shift but I take over before Braunston and pull into the chandlery as we go past, I want to look at the price of fridges. . As we leave the header tank for the boiler bubbles over, not using the water pump means not drawing any hot water and the boiler has overheated, Jacquie quickly turns the thermostat down. . When we stop to walk the dogs the precipitation has ceased but shortly after we set of again it starts to rain. . By the time we reach Napton the rain is quite heavy, a boat coming out of the bottom lock tells us there is nobody going up and nobody behind him - we have the flight to ourselves. . We start up but stop in the shorted of the two long pounds (below Adkins lock) as there is a good towpath for walking the dogs just past the lock. . Soon after we have moored a lock keeper comes by, he says it is a sensible place to moor and asks how far we are going. . Apparently they are stopping boats at Cropredy as Banbury is flooded and people are being evacuated from their homes. . It will be difficult, he says, if there is heavy rain overnight.
Another late start but at least we do not have far to go, three locks and a few hours cruising. . At the top of the locks Jacquie takes the helm and I tell her to stop when she feels like lunch. . In fact I ask her to stop earlier so I can try to get a steady picture for the TV news to see if I can find out about the flooding. . Banbury is not mentioned, it is all about Leamington and Stratford - good job we did not go that way! . When we stop for lunch, and to walk the dogs, there are signs of flotsom in the hedges, did the canal overflow here? . We take our time, there is no hurry and the weather is variable drizzle, sunshine and showers. . I take the stretch back to the marina where I turn round for a pump out and a new gas bottle, we then moor between the marina and the pub near where we had started from.
The day starts with frosty sunshine, we walk the dogs and head off by to Southam by car to go to church. . Afterwards we head down into Banbury, we wnat to know if we will be able to get through to go home. . The floods are gone but the canl is definitely closed. . Somerset, a Black Prince hire boat looks a sorry sight partly on her side and sunk under the bridge by the visitor moorings. . We are told that everybody got off safely but it shows we were lucky to choose the right way to travel. . We return to the boat and lunch in the pub, no longer the George and Dragon it has been renamed the Wharf. . Afterwards we ask at the marina about having our problems sorted out. . The Marina itself did not escape the floods, the dam wall overflowed and the newly planted bank now had valleys gouged out of it. . The fresh stone on the car park had all been washed to one side with the mud. . Our trailer was buried axle deep in mud. . We were told that the staff had spent a frantic time lenghtening mooring ropes as the waters rose. . We nomally moor with fixed straps our ropes inside the boat, what might have happened if we had not been out cruising does not bear thinking about.
Today we spend cleaning the boat, she is very dirty after all the mud. . Wet dogs do not make for a clean boat. . We travel home relieved that the problems we had suffered pailed into insignificance to other people's stories.
©Michael Cobb 1999