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From the Atlantic to the Mediterranean in Search of Winter Sun

 

Our winter-time wanderings on France’s Atlantic coast continue. We’ve slipped seamlessly back into our cold weather motorhome routine. We drive, we explore, we resupply, I throw a cabin-fever-induced tantrum, we travel some more, we find another new place, we top up again, and then I throw another fit. I’m a creature of habit. We enjoy the nomadic lifestyle, apart from when I’m throwing cabin-fever-induced tantrums, but much of our travelling time is spent searching for potable water and somewhere to empty our waste.

An off duty Talmont-sur-Gironde fishing boat

An off-duty Talmont-sur-Gironde fishing boat

One of the many benefits of French winter motorhome touring is virtually unrestricted and fantastic overnight stops, either out in the wild or in official motorhome service and parking areas or, as the French call them, ‘aires’.

We recently spent a week on the Île de Ré parked close to endless empty beaches. Our tranquillity was only broken by the need to resupply. Aires, often with free or low-cost sanitary stations, have been mostly empty at this less popular motorhome touring time of year. The downside to so much unoccupied space is that these essential facility oases are also often closed during the colder months or have their water supply turned off.

Our last day on the Île de Ré was typical. We found a beautiful place to stay for the night with an outstanding view. Our aire parking spot offered a panoramic view of the island’s eastern coast, and access to miles of golden sand from a narrow path close to the Hymer’s habitation door. An unusual and very welcome bonus at this particular aire was an unmetered supply of free electricity, the first aire that we’ve found offering this generous addition. We couldn’t understand why such a perfect overnight stop had so few motorhomes parked there. 

We discovered why the following morning.

Our potable water tank holds one hundred litres. It’s a small supply compared to the three hundred and fifty-litre water supply I had on my narrowboat, or the four hundred litre tank on our Linssen yacht. Even so, we can make our water last us three days if we’re careful. We also have a spare ten-litre food grade water carrier stored in our tiny bathroom. If our primary tank runs out, we know that we have an emergency supply that will last us half a day. It’s a get-out-of-jail-free card which we have been very grateful for more times than we can count.

Port de Vitrezay sunset

Port de Vitrezay sunset

At our idyllic Île de Ré aire, we were down to our last ten emergency litres. We weren’t particularly concerned. The luxurious aire offered grey and black water disposal and potable water as well as free electricity. The bonus for me, the chief water filler, was that the aire had a fresh water tap close enough to the Hymer to use our 30m hose and one with a thread to allow me to fit the hose connector.

The alternative to topping up our water supply with the hose is good old fashioned hard labour, trudging ten times between tap and tank with the ten-litre emergency canister. A hoseless fill is a standard feature of cemetery visits where the water supply in an enclosed area inaccessible to most vehicles, especially larger vans like ours. We often use cemeteries when aire water is turned off.

A beachside path at Lège-Cap-Ferret. The fence actually prevented us from reaching the beach

A beach-side path at Lège-Cap-Ferret. The fence prevented us from reaching the beach

Cemetary water filling can be a pain, so I was delighted that we were parked at a fully serviced aire, close enough to use our hose without moving. After I unrolled our hose, thankful that we could spend another day or two watching the seascape from the comfort of our little lounge while our battery bank filled with free electricity, I pressed a green button above the aire’s potable water tap. Nothing. I checked to see if we needed to pay to activate the water supply. We didn’t. The water supply had been turned off for the winter. That’s why the aire was almost empty despite free electricity.

We had to change our plans. Murphy’s Law kicked in of course. The closest alternative water supply was in a cemetery on the mainland, accessible via a congested car park next to a ruined abbey. C’est la vie. Onwards and upwards!

The harbour next to our tight-time stop at Andernos-les-Bains

The harbour next to our night-time stop at Andernos-les-Bains

The further south we drove, the more homeless men and the occasional women we saw. They seem to be tolerated more in France than they are in the UK. There was a regular crew at the Carrefour supermarket we often used last winter in Narbonne. They gathered under an awning close to the store entrance, drinking strong lager and tripping over their mangy dogs. Sometimes they stood near the supermarket’s car park washing machines. Sometimes, we suspected, the temptation to dispose of any drink-related excess bodily fluids in the spin dryer was a little too much for them. Because of this, and because of their fondness for invading my personal space to breathe stinking fumes over me while we were sorting through our underwear, we didn’t use these otherwise useful machines.

We came across our first gentleman of the streets this winter in Arcachon. We had been wild camping in a deserted pine forest car park next to a glorious beach under the towering Dune du Pilat, Europe’s highest dune. With depleted water and full waste tanks, we reluctantly left our blissful solitude to resupply. The Arcachon aire was, beyond question, the most poorly maintained, inadequately equipped and aesthetically unappealing motorhome service point we have visited in two winter tours of France.

The aire, located on a noisy main road opposite a large car dealership and a busy petrol station, wasn’t exactly what you would call an oasis of tranquillity. Having to tiptoe through an inch of mud to reach the grey water drain was an additional unpleasant and frustrating experience, as was trying to attach a hose to a cold water tap poking drunkenly from a rectangular plastic facilities box held together with a roll of grey duct tape.

Much as we disliked it, the aire appeared popular with a trio of entry-level motorhome owners who had claimed the site as their very own.

Their old vehicles surrounded the only service point, which meant me joining their merry band to attach our hose and to empty two full and very smelly toilet cassettes. The three French lads and two girls didn’t seem to mind the smell. As I poured the stinking brown slurry into a chemical toilet disposal point an arm’s length from the nearest van’s open galley window, they crowded round to question me in loud, rapid-fire French.

Andernos-les-Bains sunset

Andernos-les-Bains sunset

“How old is your camper? What does it weigh? Are you Eeenglish? What do you think of France? Where are you going? You are very old. Have you stopped working now?”

They were drunk, mischievous, and utterly charming, which is more than I could say for our next guest.

Our Hymer has a large ‘garage’, a cavernous storage compartment under our fixed double bed at the rear of the vehicle, accessible by lifting the mattress on a sprung hinge inside the cabin, or by opening a top-hinged door outside. 

We have many essentials stored in the garage, including two folding bikes and an essential and rather expensive Honda suitcase generator. We also keep a thirty-metre hose and reel in there for water tank filling.

I left the garage door open after removing the hose reel. I shouldn’t have done. The temptation to look inside for something worth stealing was too much for a homeless Arcachon resident.

Cynthia stayed inside the Hymer when I climbed out to tend to my ‘blue’ jobs, the tasks which we’ve both agreed are mine. The steady rain put her off joining me outside, as did the filthy aire, the vocal French youngsters, and a shifty looking middle-aged man who lurched past the back of our Hymer before leaning against a nearby concrete wall to urinate copiously over his own feet.

A decorated bunker at La Teste-de-Buch

A decorated bunker at La Teste-de-Buch

She spotted an even more dishevelled man skulking behind a row of parked cars, peering through their windows, furtively searching for an open door. Cynthia watched him reach the end of the row, and then stagger through a series of puddles as he headed towards our open garage.

She hammered on the lounge window to warn me, trying to make herself heard over the laughter of my new friends as they searched for appropriate English questions or insults using Google Translate.

By the time I reached our garage, the man, dressed in a filthy and ragged quilted coat, was bent at the waist, stretching into the storage space towards a 20kg bag of dog food. I shouted at him. He ignored me. I pulled his elbow gently. He shrugged me off. I yanked him backwards by the scruff of his neck. He fell into a muddy puddle, climbed unsteadily to his feet, glared at me, and held out a filthy hand, palm upwards in the universal request for money. I shook my head. He held two blackened fingers close to his mouth miming smoking. I shook my head again. He stared at me aggressively, grabbed my arm and once more held out his hand for money.  The paragon of virtue that I am, I told him to fuck off and pushed him off his feet.

Happy with a job well done, I climbed back into the Hymer to remind Cynthia how lucky she was to have a man about the house, someone to defend her against the scum of French society. 

She was sorting through one of our food cupboards, looking for a few pieces of spare fruit. “Did you see the state of that poor man?” she asked. “Did you see that soaking sleeping bag he carried? Can you imagine what life must be like in weather like this with no home? We should give him something to eat. I feel so sorry for him!” Not half as sorry as she would have felt if she had seen the way I treated him. I decided not to brag about my manliness after all.

La Teste-de-Buch beach debris

La Teste-de-Buch beach debris

We drove south to continue our life of exploration. Another day. Another set of chores ahead of us. Check the water gauge. How much longer can we last without water? Find a water supply, check if it’s working, check if we can get close enough to use it. Check the toilet cassettes. How much longer can we last before emptying them? Check the grey water tank. Where can we drain it? Check the Hymer spreadsheet. How long since we last filled the gas tanks? What’s our average daily consumption at the moment? How much gas do we have left? Where’s the nearest supply if we need it? Check our food supply. More importantly, check Cynthia’s stock of the organic products she needs to stay healthy. Do we need to resupply? Where is the nearest organic store? Check the battery gauge. Do the batteries need topping up? Can we run the generator where we are without upsetting neighbouring motorhome owners/campers/nature lovers/residents or, on occasion, passing motorists? And then the big one; where do we want to move our home for the coming night? The list of things to do is as exhausting as it is tedious.

Trying to find somewhere new, peaceful and scenic is a game. It’s a game I enjoy playing, but one that we play too often. Only five of the last nineteen days have been static. We need to increase the number of zero mileage days and decrease expensive and sometimes stressful travel days. Until we learn to slow down, we’ll continue with our usual new-home finding routine.

La Teste-de-Buch - Our room with a view

La Teste-de-Buch – Our room with a view

A decent internet connection makes research much more straightforward than driving blindly along streets looking for somewhere suitable. Google Maps is our saviour, apart from in Germany where Google Street View doesn’t cover most of the countryside outside the major cities. That’s not a problem at the moment. We’re in France and, unless Cynthia has plans she hasn’t mentioned to me, we’re staying here for the winter.

We search the nearby area on Google Maps, looking for somewhere free to park. The location needs to be away from main roads. Dead end roads terminating at beach car parks are the locations we like most. Google’s satellite view is perfect for discovering a promising location. We can sometimes see car parks with motorhomes already parked in them. It’s an indication that they’re worth checking out. A car park at the end of a quiet road is perfect, providing that the surface is suitable for our heavy vehicle and our big-pawed, low bodied dogs. A provincial car park covered in muddy potholes is not ideal. Nor is a car park with a height barrier. We check car park surface and barrier obstructions with Google Street view.

Our last Atlantic overnight stop was to the south of the 4,000-year-old twenty-one square mile north Biscarrosse lake. Despite heavy rain over the previous week, the fifty-space motorhome parking area was pretty dry. At least, the aire was as dry as we could hope for given the conditions. We were getting more than a little fed up with the weather.

Much as we enjoyed the Atlantic coast with its wide open spaces, coastal pine forests and quiet beaches, constant grey skies, heavy rain and muddy paths began to depress us. The straw which broke the camel’s back was a particularly unpleasant day parked in Navarrosse next to a beautiful lake mostly obscured by squalls.

The heavy rain eased off, then stopped. We quickly climbed into waterproof coats, hats, scarves and gloves. Tasha and Abbie wagged excitedly. We reached for their leads. The heavens opened again. We reluctantly removed our wet weather gear and tried to calm two over-excited dogs. Then we waited for the rain to stop again. And we waited. Then we waited some more. After thirty-six hours listening to the steady patter of constant rain, our tiny Hymer home felt like a prison.

Our original plan was to take our time driving south along the Atlantic shore, thoroughly exploring the west coast before turning south-east through the Pyrenees to reach the Mediterranean. They were OUR plans, so we didn’t need to stick to them. Rather than adhere to the route, and endure another unpleasant month of miserable weather, we plotted the quickest course to Peyriac-de-Mer on the Mediterranean.

We stayed in our around Peyriac for six weeks last year. The sun frequently shone from a cloudless sky, the air was warm, the landscape divine and, because of the weather, I was able to escape our little box for daily rambles in the sun-drenched hills.

The problem with reaching a destination quickly in France is that the journey is usually expensive.  We always try to travel on National ‘N’ or Departmental ‘D’ roads. They’re free to use, are quiet, and usually, pass through beguiling towns and villages. 

According to Google Maps, reaching Peyriac-de-Mer on Departmental roads would take six and a half hours to cover two hundred and sixty-one miles. An estimated six and a half hours of driving in heavy rain and strong wind on often single-track mountain roads with unprotected muddy verges bordering steep drops. We decided to invest a few euros in our mental health and use autoroute ‘A’ roads instead.

The three hundred mile drive took us most of the day, cost £80 in diesel and £45 in toll charges, but it was worth every minute, every mile, and every last penny.

We arrived here two days ago. The journey’s climax was an adrenalin-fueled dash along a short section of exposed coast road battered by gale force winds. After all, this part of the Mediterranean coast is the windiest part of France. We don’t mind. It’s also one of the sunniest.

We’re delighted with our new aire home. Sleeping last night was an exciting experience. Wind gusts reached 70mph. We learned from experience and parked bow into the wind. The owner of the motorhome next to us made a schoolboy error and parked broadside to the gale. He lasted until 1:00 am before driving to a more sheltered spot behind a nearby building. He looked quite tired during this morning’s dog walk.

We’re delighted that we decided to leave the Atlantic coast. I often find motorhome driving stressful, but the ability to quickly move our home away from lousy weather makes occasional unpleasant driving worthwhile. Our new plan is to stay on the Mediterranean in the sun until spring. That’s the plan for now anyway.

CYNTHIA SAYS…

Cynthia Says–“The Executive Decision”

As a lot of you know, we departed the cold and dreary Netherlands a month ago today and headed back to France with a Christmas stopover in beautiful Vendome to spend the holiday with a friend.

We then headed further west to the beautiful Ile de Re (island) near La Rochelle.  We loved it there–gorgeous beaches with thundering waves and breathtaking seascapes.  I was in awe over the windsurfers and other such water worshippers risking their well being in the unforgiving surf.

After a few days there, we headed further south and found verdant forests that stopped where the dunes took over.  It was a beautiful combination of wood and beach. We were captivated.  We were lucky enough to find several areas where we could wild camp with the beach right at our doorstep.

At Andernos Les Bains, we found the perfect spot at the beach where it was quiet and allowed us to step out right onto the beach and take the dogs for a walk.  The location also provided us with beautiful sunrises and sunsets and views of the lights of Arcachon in the distant foreground across the bay.  And the fact that the Bio shop was just a stone’s throw away didn’t hurt!

Being the wanderers that we are, we decided to head the Hymer into the wind and go further south close to the Spanish border.  Again we were greeted by breathtaking sea and landscapes and the famous Dune du Pilat at Le Petit Nice.  We happened upon a campsite that, except for the beach day-trippers and a small assortment of motorhomes, we had to ourselves.  The ocean views there were some of the most spectacular we have encountered.  We ended up spending several days and nights here.

Heading further south we encountered the delightful village of Biscarrosse. Paul found a pleasant aire there that was nestled close to a forest and beside a small yacht basin and a lovely beach on the second largest lake in France.  On the  19th we were blessed with a day of partial sunshine, and we took advantage of it.  However, as all good things must come to an end, the next day we awakened to unrelenting rain, rain and more rain.  We took a glance at the weather app and just after finishing breakfast, Paul made his executive decision–to head back to Peyriac de Mer and the Narbonne region, and SUN.

Will someone PLEASE take me for a walk?

Will someone PLEASE take me for a walk?

So nearly 300 miles later and a LOT of rain and wind (especially as we got close to Peyriac) we made it!

Those of you who were reading the newsletters last winter might remember how much we loved this spot.  A take-your-breath-away gorgeous medieval village flanked by the salt basins–the etangs that are full of flamingoes and other birds–a real sanctuary for them.

Yesterday we awoke to the rays of the sun beating down upon the Hymer, and we were overjoyed.  The wind was still kicking up, but it was calm enough to sit outside for awhile and enjoy the warming rays of sunshine.  Pure heaven for me!

When we looked at the weather map for France yesterday, the area we were in was the only place in France that wasn’t drenched with rain–are we lucky or what??!!

The day was a bit of a bittersweet one, as it would have been the 6th birthday of our beloved Basset Florence.

After lunch, braving the fierce wind, we headed off to take the same path around the lake that we had exactly a year ago on her 5th birthday.

As we had her cremated back in the Netherlands, we had the ashes with us, and I decided this would be the perfect place to scatter some of them as she loved her walks here so much.  I shed a few tears as I thought about her and how much she meant to us, and at the same time, I felt profoundly grateful that we had the great fortune to have her half-sister, dear sweet Abbie in our lives, and of course the indomitable Tasha who is just about to turn twelve.

We will head back to this region this autumn to get our dose of milder weather and warming sun.  It IS a better balance for us, so I believe we will continue this pattern until or unless something better shows up for us.

Thank you SO much, Paul, for making this executive decision–one of the best you have made so far this year!

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Île de Ré – A Welcome Alternative to Winter on a Frigid Cruiser

 

When I wrote my last blog post I was worried about Dik Trom’s suitability for living aboard during the northern Europe’s chilly winter months.

I still am.

The onboard heating was a concern. The aged Eberspacher D4 4KW blown air heater failed shortly after we handed over a wad of hard earned cash in exchange for our beautiful thirty four year old Linssen yacht. Previous owner Walter agreed to replace the heater’s faulty pump. The Eberspacher worked for a while, then failed again. Walter then very kindly replaced the complete heater with a reconditioned unit. The new heater worked, but filled the boat with toxic fumes. The fumes disappeared after the exhaust fittings were renewed and that, we hoped, was the end of our heating problems.

It wasn’t.

Either the Eberspacher isn’t powerful enough to heat the boat, or the Linssen’s insulation is failing to retain the diesel burner’s output. The bottom line is that our new boat is too cold to live on comfortably this winter.

Replacing the Eberspacher exhaust fittings in our claustrophobic engine bay

Replacing the Eberspacher exhaust fittings in our claustrophobic engine bay

I’m sure that we’ll find a solution. Much as I would like to, installing a solid fuel stove isn’t going to work. Supplies of coal or coal briquettes aren’t as readily available in either the Netherlands or France as they are in the UK. Logs are a little easier to find, especially in France, but wood isn’t really practical unless there’s a reasonable amount of covered storage space near the boat’s mooring. Decent winter moorings with adequate storage space are few and far between so that isn’t a realistic option at the moment, which is a shame.

I’ve always appreciated the simplicity, reliability and the aesthetic appeal of a multifuel stove. I had a diesel heating system as a backup on my narrowboat, but the stove did all the real work. From mid October to mid April, the stove burned coal briquettes pretty much twenty four hours a day. It never let me down. My Webasto Thermotop C diesel burner didn’t let me down either, but I didn’t have it installed for long enough, or run it for long enough periods, to give it a chance.

Even with a brand new Eberspacher heater on Dik Trom, using it as the boat’s only heat source would have made me very nervous, especially after receiving the following email shortly after publishing my last blog post.

Not often I put pen to paper, or in this case finger to keyboard, but I have offered advice about heaters in the past. Forty years a marine engineer and the last ten making a crust from Webasto and Eberspacher heaters. Do you remember the comedy program “Hello – Hello” ?? Well I will say this only ONCE. They are made as night heaters for lorries. They will not last when used for long periods. You are wasting your time and money trying to live aboard a boat with them as a sole source of heating. Despite all the claims of marine application, believe me that is total bollocks. Great for a few hours every winter when the rich pop round to have a G&T aboard and watch the ducks ice skating.

When I lived aboard, I had what I think is the best heater ever produced ( Webasto air top 5000 ) no longer in production, I actually had 2 – not a problem for me, when the heater failed halfway through winter I fitted the other unit I had overhauled, then overhauled the failed unit. As I did this all myself I could keep the cost down but the cost of service parts is totally bonkers even with my trade discount. I tell folk year after year after year they are not designed for long term use, fortunately for me they still carry on spending a small fortune polishing a turd!! I am now at the stage that I no longer have to remove and refit the offending item, all the engineers for miles around just bring them to my door and I sit in my cosy workshop. I no longer have to listen to boat owners ranting and raving about the expense, reliability and inconvenience, not to mention freezing for a week or more.

Get yourself a diesel drip heater and install some radiators, it will outlast you. Okay it will cut out if you are bouncing about in a force 7 at sea but it will soon fire up again in calmer waters and if you are honest you will not be going anywhere far through the winter anyway. I know you won’t take any notice of a word I’ve said – – – – ( written ) no one ever does, I have arrived at the conclusion that all boat owners are masochists and the more money they can waste on total crap the better they feel.

That’s why I just work  for a few months a year – – – –  POLISHING TURDS ! ! !”

Hardly reassuring news is it? I think we need to start saving for a diesel drip heater.

The onboard heating hasn’t been our only worry.

Getting into the boat’s living space isn’t easy. We have to step from the shore onto a narrow walkway, climb three vertical steps to the rear deck and exterior helm, open the waist high cockpit door and hatch, and then climb down five vertical steps into the cabin.

The steps up onto the rear deck and down into the cabin are too steep for our ridiculously short legged dogs. They both wear harnesses so that they can be lifted up the steps to the rear deck – a strenuous workout with fifty five pound Abbie – and then guided down a two metre long dog ramp into the cabin.

Getting people and dogs on board is enough of a challenge in the best of conditions. I discovered that it’s almost impossible in snow.

Dik Trom on a snowy Belgian mooring

Dik Trom on a snowy Belgian mooring

Three inches fell, partially thawed, froze, and was then joined by another three inches of wet and very slippery flakes. I soon realised that a rear deck protected by a layer of mirror smooth paint and covered shin deep in wet snow is a very interesting surface to walk on. Because the blindingly obvious sometimes takes a while to sink in, I pirouetted gracelessly across the deck several times on my own before realising that the only safe way onto the boat was on my hands and knees. I didn’t want to consider the likely outcome of trying the same route with a young and powerful dog straining at the leash across a slippery deck surrounded by widely spaced rails offering an unprotected two metre drop into the icy canal beneath. Cynthia following one or more dogs into the freezing water was even more of a worry. I realised that we would need to install anti slip matting before even considering moving on board.

To add to our woes, our shower tray needs replacing. Our surveyor identified a split in the waste surround. Using the shower would result in most of the dirty water flowing into the bilge rather than the plastic box which holds the shower pump.

I asked a plumber who lived opposite the yacht club to repair the split for me. When he saw the shower tray he shook his head a few times, sucked his teeth, shook his head again, and told me that the shower tray would need replacing and, because it was a bespoke shower tray curved to fit the Linssen’s hull, the repair was beyond him.

The yacht club harbour master had other ideas. He told me the repair was easy to do, disappeared into his cavernous store room for a few minutes, handed me a tube of clear silicone sealant, and told me to get squeezing.

I squeezed for all I was worth. The shower tray now isn’t quite as deep as it used to be. Unfortunately, I managed to miss most of the crack. The shower still leaks.

We have a cold boat which is impossible to get on in icy weather and a shower which, should we be brave enough to try to use it in the unheated bathroom, is likely to turn the Linssen into a giant bath.

We came to the conclusion that, realistically, we wouldn’t have time or, more importantly, the money, to make the necessary changes this year. Especially as our Hymer home needed another sizeable chunk of our rapidly disappearing savings.

Our leisure bank of two 100ah lead acid batteries failed three weeks ago. They lasted just twenty months, but they had a pretty hard life. They were asked to cater for all our electrical needs last winter living off grid with very little sun for the solar panel to be of any use. We used our suitcase generator when we could, but the fear of upsetting nearby motorhome owners meant that we didn’t use it as often as we needed to. Consequently, the two batteries were often drained more than was good for them.

Replacing them with two 90ah AGM batteries cost £500. On top of that we had to replace the galley tap… again.

The galley tap was replaced last December in Narbonne by national chain Narbonne Accessories. The guys there couldn’t have been more pleasant or accommodating. We would have liked them to have been competent too.

They weren’t.

We asked them to fit a water pump with a non return valve. They didn’t. We had to take the Hymer back to them to get the correct pump fitted a few days later. They managed to install the correct pump, but wired it incorrectly. After enduring low water pressure for six months, a Dutch motorhome fitter spent ten minutes correcting the wiring.

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We had other equally unsuccessful repair work done in France last winter. We took the Hymer to a French garage for a simple headlight replacement. When we left the garage, we noticed that the headlight blinked when the indicator was turned on. We returned to the garage to have it fixed. My schoolboy error was to take the Hymer back on an afternoon following what I suspected was the garage’s Christmas party. Correcting the problem took six mechanics an hour and a half. Several days driving later, we realised that the post party fix coincided with both our fuel gauge and odometer failure. By then, we were too far away to return for remedial work.

The fuel gauge no longer works and, as soon as the ignition is turned on, regardless of whether the engine is running or not, the odometer adds one kilometre every two seconds to the running total. According to the dashboard display, we have driven 439,579 kilometres (273,141 miles) in the last year. That’s the equivalent of nearly eleven times around the Earth. No wonder I feel constantly exhausted.

Selling the Hymer with the current mileage display could be a bit of a problem.

The galley tap was much more of an inconvenience than incorrectly displayed dashboard numbers. It looked cheap and nasty and performed as poorly as it looked. The water flow was abysmal, the tap base leaked and, over the last two months, the tap has regularly fallen off its counter-top mounting.

Three weeks ago we had a new mixer tap installed, had a number of minor modifications and repairs made, tried and failed to get our defective fuel gauge working and, while the Hymer was in for repair, discovered that by next spring at the latest, we need to find nearly three thousand pounds for more essential repairs.

The fuel gauge was the first bad news. The garage suspected that a mechanical problem in the fuel tank was the likely culprit. After the fuel tank pump was removed and replaced and found to be fully working, an electronic problem was on the next to-be-investigated list. The fuel gauge is part of an integral dashboard display. To replace the fuel gauge, the complete display has to be changed. The cost for a replacement display is £400.

There is no guarantee that the replacement display will cure the fault with the fuel gauge or the odometer. Cynthia and I suspect that last winter’s post party headlight repair and wiring alteration is more likely to be the cause. Extensive electrical investigation and/or rewiring is the likely solution, but we can’t afford that at the moment.

We also asked the Dutch garage to fix a ‘minor coolant leak’. The leak, we were told, was the reason for a noisy fan running most of the time the engine was running. Following a quick glance on a previous visit, the garage owner suggested that the repair would involve a replacement hose and half an hour’s labour. After looking at it properly on our last visit, he told us that the radiator and part of the air conditioning system needs replacing. The work will take a full day and cost us the best part of a thousand pounds.

Tyre replacement is also nearing the top of our motorhome to do list. We’ve driven twenty thousand miles on the current set. The front tyres will need changing next spring. The cost will be £400 for a decent pair of Michelins. Before the end of 2018, we’ll have to budget £800 to replace the rear four tyres.

Last, but far from least, is a tiny leak from a drive shaft seal. The good news is that a new seal will cost just £10. Unfortunately for our bank account, replacing the seal is a multi day job which is likely to cost another £1,000. We’ve been aware of the leak for several months now. It doesn’t appear to be getting any worse. Although we’re burying our collective head deep in the sand and hoping the seal won’t fail completely over the winter, we know we’ll need to attend to it before we begin cruising next year. If we can’t find the money I’ll have to work the sordid streets of Amsterdam’s red light district. I just hope I can find my little red dress.

The Hymer was working well enough to allow us to leave the Netherlands ten days ago. We broke our five hour drive into France with a two hour stop at our Belgian mooring. Dik Trom will be protected from frost damage by two shore powered greenhouse heaters while we are away, and checked regularly by former owner Walter. Much as we disliked leaving our new boat for three months, staying on a cold boat for twelve weeks wasn’t very appealing.

Today, the final day of 2017, is a good day for reflection. We’ve enjoyed such an exciting and varied year. Cynthia is to blame for all of it.

Cynthia has an insatiable thirst for adventure. Without her drive and enthusiasm, we wouldn’t have seen as many sights, met as many people, or visited as many countries as we have in the last twelve months.

We spent last winter on France’s balmy Mediterranean coast close to Narbonne. As the first spring buds appeared in mid February, we set off on a very slow drive north to Germany and a month’s scheduled stay for Cynthia at an alternative cancer clinic close to Stuttgart.

Leaving France took a little longer than expected. Our alternator, and consequently our lights, failed on a narrow French mountain road at dusk. We were transported by a too small recovery lorry to Montpellier and endured a terrifying twenty mile drive with the wagon threatening to tip over at every bend in the road. We spent four days locked into a scrap yard before having a new alternator fitted. Even a simple breakdown added excitement and adventure to our lives.

A 5.5 tonne Hymer loaded on a wagon with a 3.5 tonne weight limit

A 5.5 tonne Hymer loaded on a wagon with a 3.5 tonne weight limit

We drove on to Switzerland for two weeks mountain hiking, and then through Liechtenstein and Austria to Germany.  While Cynthia enjoyed a month’s pleasant and successful treatment, I was free to hike for many miles each day in endless tranquil forests. We left the spring behind and drove north to the Netherlands via Luxembourg and Belgium.

We bought a boat at a marina close to Aalsmeer in April and then enjoyed a six month, 1,000km season on the fascinating Dutch waterways. Our wonderful time on the water was marred by the tragic death of Florence, one of our bassets who, we think, ate poison left for rats on the island we moored on overnight.

Thanks to Cynthia’s travel privileges as a retired American Airlines employee, I was able to fly to Philadelphia free of charge to collect our beautiful and mischievous new two year old basset Abbie. She will never replace her sorely missed cousin Florence, but she is a very welcome addition to our nomadic family.

As the thermometer dropped and we reluctantly ended our cruising year, we decided that we wanted to return to living full time on the water. Our gorgeous steel and mahogany classic Dutch cruiser was only suitable for three season cruising, so we swapped water for wheels and visited marinas and yacht brokers throughout the Netherlands and Belgium searching for a new floating home.

While we looked, we returned to England to MOT the Hymer and visit friends. After ten days, we returned to mainland Europe and drove to Belgium to view our new boat for the first time. We bought the boat, planned to move on board full time, realised we couldn’t, put the new boat and the old boat to bed, and then drove south towards warmer weather (and hopefully a rest).

When we started looking for a new boat, the plan was to simplify our lives by reducing our ‘homes’ from two to one. We’ve actually gone the other way, and increased the total from two to three.

C’est la vie.

Our new boat isn’t really fit for purpose. We allowed our hearts to rule our minds. I lived six years on my narrowboat, including during the coldest English winter since 1910 (and the second coldest since records began in 1659). My solid fuel stove kept me warm and the cabin was easy to access regardless of the weather. Solid fuel stoves are something of a rarity over here, so fuel is hard to find or prohibitively expensive.

Dik Trom is a substantial and beautiful cruiser suitable, like Julisa, our Super Favourite cruiser, for three season cruising. Dik Trom is more spacious than Julisa, slightly more weather resistant, and she has plenty of space for al fresco dining. She’s perfect for extended summer cruising but, to be brutally honest, she’s not a wise choice as a full time home, especially in northern Europe.

We made a mistake. I think that Cynthia likes to call them ‘learning opportunities’ rather than mistakes. If that’s the case, we learned a great deal from the purchase of our new boat.

In hindsight, and what a wonderful gift that is, we could have left our life exactly as it was; kept the slightly smaller but adequate Super Favorite cruiser and not incurred a substantial, and, to me, worrying bridging loan. Our idyllic life would have continued without having to make so many scary changes… the sort of changes which terrify me and which Cynthia embraces with twinkling eyes and a happy smile.

What’s done is done. We’re not going to spend time crying over spilt milk. Our purchase is going to result in some (hopefully) short term financial hardship, but Dik Trom should provide a comfortable summer base for the rest of our cruising days.

The whole move-back-to-the-water-full-time project has been very useful in one respect. It’s made us appreciate our Hymer motorhome and the ability it gives us to escape the perpetually cloudy winter skies of northern Europe.

Returning to France last week came as a bit of a shock after so long in the Netherlands. The Dutch are as friendly as they are clean and tidy. Their country is small but very well organised. Streets are clean, litter bins plentiful and well used, public toilets spotlessly clean and fully equipped, and the roads are safe and easy to use for both car and bicycle users.

We spent our second night in France at picturesque Vendome

We spent our second night in France at picturesque Vendome

France is very, very different. You need a strong stomach to use a public toilet in France, and your own toilet seat and a plentiful supply of toilet paper. You also need a plentiful supply of toilet paper if you’re brave enough, or foolish enough, to cycle on French roads. Roads are often steep or narrow, or steep and narrow, and almost always without cycle lanes. Cycling in France is not for those with nervous dispositions.

Christmas lights in Vendome

Christmas lights in Vendome

The sanitary standards might be questionable, and the roads difficult for bike riders, but the scenery is so much more pleasant than the flat and largely featureless Dutch countryside.

Artwork on an old Vendome house

Artwork on an old Vendome house

We found a wonderful spot to park last night on the Île de Ré close to La Rochelle two hundred and fifty miles south west of Paris. North Atlantic surf is crashing onto the deserted Bay of Biscay beach a stone’s throw from our haven on a sandy car park surrounded by pine trees.

Our temporary home on Île de Ré

Our temporary home on Île de Ré

We’re looking forward to a New Year’s day stroll on the beach this afternoon… if there’s a break in the weather. A force eight gale is driving torrential rain horizontally against the Hymer’s rear. Thunder is crashing overhead, not that we can hear it too well over the wind whistling through the pine trees surrounding us.

Compact computing in our tiny Hymer home

Compact computing in our tiny Hymer home

Regardless of the weather, the scenery and our location are perfect. Regardless of the teething problems we’ve had with our new boat, we’re going to enjoy our winter. Regardless of the financial uncertainty our recent boat purchase has caused, we are both confident that Dik Trom is going to bring us pleasure for many years to come.

I hope that YOUR plans for the coming year are just as exciting as ours.

Cynthia Says…

“On Being Honest”

In a previous newsletter of the not too distant past I wrote about our decision to remain in the Netherlands for the winter.  I also stated how our travels in the motorhome were out of balance due to the fact that Paul had to do all the driving and that was very stressful for him.

What I wasn’t doing was truly being honest with myself about gutting out the winter in the dreariness of the Dutch winters with little sun.  

Let me back up a bit here—back in the late ‘70’s my former husband and I moved from Southern California—sunny perfect-weather San Diego to be exact—to the New England area to pursue our careers with the airlines.  Each winter became a teeth-gritting experience.  Dealing with all the snow shoveling, slipping on the ice, white knuckle driving—you get the picture!!

So after nearly 38 years of dealing with frigidity, I made a choice back in 2013.  I would no longer spend the winters in the east.  I rented a house for the winter in lovely Santa Fe enjoying much sunshine.  It was chilly there (we even had a bout of snow in February!) as it is nearly 8,000 feet elevation, but is suited my lifestyle on many levels.

The following winter I returned to the mountains of Southern California near Palm Springs and enjoyed a lot of sun and time outdoors.  It’s a little piece of heaven there, and I was lucky enough to rent a cozy bungalow from some dear friends.

And then the BIG move to the UK in November of 2015.  The ensuing winter there was one of the most challenging ones of my life.  I loved our life on James, but hated the cold, the constant rain and mud.  And the days seemed extra short.  And on top of that I made one of the toughest decisions of my life—to re-home my beloved Basset, Bromley.  By the end March I came down with the worst case of the flu and was flat on my back for several weeks.

Most of you know what followed—we decided to head south to France on the Mediterranean for the winter, and that was such a good decision for both of us!  The sun and warmer climes were a joy and so welcome.  We thrived.

And then we made the decision earlier this past summer to live on the water full time—with winters in the Netherlands no less!!  We were so lucky to find our new boat in Belgium as well as a great marina in Maastricht and thought we had it made.  We figured we’d be well ensconced in our new berth by the middle of November or so, but one issue lead to another and we realized that wouldn’t be possible.

About 3 weeks ago we were taking a break from Belgium and were spending a lovely but cold weekend at one of our favorite spots in Zeeland, Netherlands.  It snowed and was cold and miserable the entire time.  I then got real with myself and realized the last thing I wanted to do was spend the winter in the Netherlands on a boat that would most likely not ever get warm enough.  I wanted to head back south to France.  By the end of the weekend Paul reached the same conclusion, and on 22 December after all our appointments and loose ends were tied up we gunned the engine of the Hymer and headed south.

We are currently on the Île de Re near La Rochelle France.  It is so gorgeous here—and peaceful.  There are lovely bike paths crisscrossing the island and beaches galore.  What a find!

We shall continue to head south to Cap Ferret and the Bordeaux area before making our way back to Belgium to get the boat then on the the Netherlands.

We look forward to many adventures and discoveries.  

Having the courage (speaking for myself) to be honest and make a better decision was definitely the right thing to do!  Listening to that little voice deep inside that we all have was, and is, one of THE most important things anyone can do—no matter what the situation is!

Wishing you all a great New Year 2018—may it bring peace, love, happiness and good health— and the courage to speak your truth!

PS. Oh—how we settled the matter of the stress on Paul doing all the driving.  As we have no deadlines, we decided to do as little driving as possible, with stays of several days in one area.  I think this will help balance things out so that we can continue with a better overall balance in our lives….time will tell!
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Heating Problems on the Belgian Kempesch Canal

 

After a brief return to the UK to MOT the Hymer, we’ve now been back in mainland Europe for two months. As an American citizen, Cynthia is only allowed to stay in any of the combined Schengen countries for a total of three months. We think that she is allowed to stay indefinitely because of her marriage to me. However, it’s a grey area. If we’re wrong and she overstays her three month entitlement, she could be classed as an undesirable and refused entry again if she leaves, as she plans to do, to visit friends and family in the USA.

Understandably, we don’t want to take that risk.

We’ve come to the conclusion that best solution is for her to apply for a long stay permit in the Netherlands where we hope to spend most of our time cruising. Following a UK border control agent’s recommendations, as soon as we arrived in the Netherlands in October, we booked the first available appointment at Leiden town hall so that we could register our intention to stay in the country long term.

That was a mistake.

The first available appointment was on 23rd November, six weeks after we arrived, and half way through Cynthia’s three month entitlement. We discovered to our dismay that the long awaited appointment was a complete waste of time.

We arrived at the town hall in a jaunty mood, hoping that the bureaucratic nightmare was finally over. We weren’t quite so happy when a helpful lady told us we were in the wrong place. She pointed out that we needed to go to an IND office first, not Leiden town hall.

The Dutch department of Immigration and Naturalization handle all initial applications these days. The process used to be a first registration at the local town hall, then a visit to an IND office to apply for a long term permit. The authorities realised that some people who registered at local offices and then applied to the IND were rejected so, to streamline the process, anyone intending to stay long term now needs to visit one of the six IND offices in the Netherlands before registering with a local council.

We rang the IND helpline as soon as we left the town hall and asked for the earliest appointment anywhere in the country. We have one for next Wednesday, nine weeks into Cynthia’s three week entitlement, and just four weeks before she’s officially obliged to leave.

We’ve been sent an eight page application form to complete, all in Dutch of course. Providing that we are able to translate the form well enough to complete it, the application will enter the Dutch system on Wednesday. Processing it can take up to six months. In the meantime, Cynthia will have a stamp added to her passport allowing her to re-enter the Netherlands without issue after her three month entitlement expires.

Please keep your fingers crossed for us.

In the meantime, we’ve been trying, and failing, to move our lives back onto the water. We’ve had a few teething problems with the boat to overcome, and while we’ve been working on them, we’ve also had to deal with the more demanding logistics and psychological issues of winter motorhoming in northern Europe.

Life in a motorised box is more difficult to manage, and more difficult to bear at this time of the year.

This time last year, our living conditions were much more pleasant. We spent much of November exploring the hills around Espéraza, forty miles west of Narbonne. The temperature was only slightly warmer than we are experiencing now in Belgium, but the days were much drier and the sky normally devoid of the grey, all encompassing cloud which makes winters in northern Europe so depressing.

I was able to hike deep into the surrounding mountains through a landscape largely devoid of people. I was able to enjoy a feeling of space and tranquility before returning to the claustrophobic interior of our twenty five feet long home. My daily walks provided me with plenty of exercise and some much needed personal space.

As December arrived and the thermometer continued to drop, our lifestyle became more difficult to manage in France’s mountainous areas. One by one, the aires we used to resupply turned off their water supplies. We had to resort to squeezing our motorhome as close to possible to nearby cemetery gates to use the water there. Although local gendarmerie officers suggested using cemeteries in the first place, we endured occasional hostile stares when filling our ten litres jerry can with water normally reserved for graveside flowers.

We could still empty our cassettes at the waterless aire chemical toilet points but, without water, cleaning up unavoidable mess was impossible. Life without a ready supply of water became too much of a chore.

We moved to the coast and discovered a Mediterranean aire popular with wintertime motorhome owners. It offered year-round free water and chemical disposal point, and two hundred spaces for even the largest motorhomes. Most of them were taken, often by Germans staying long term in top of the range vehicles costing well in excess of €100,000.

The aire was too busy for us, too much like a crowded campsite. After a brief stay, we explored the coastline south of Narbonne and found paradise. Peyriac-de-Mer is a charming coastal village bordering a large lagoon, the Etang du Doul. The lagoon is bordered by low, rocky hills and filled with an endless variety of birds. Flocks of pink flamingos swim next to grebe, coot and prehistoric-looking pelicans. Egrets and herons stand motionless in the shallows. Cormorants sit on posts with black wings spread. It’s a beautiful and peaceful place to live. We both loved our winter there.

This year is very different.

We are one thousand kilometres north of Peyriac. The weather in Antwerp is similar to that endured at this time of the year in England. The days are cool, dull and damp, the evenings cooler, duller and just as damp. The days are either damp or wet. Wet with rain, sleet, snow or hail and, if we’re really lucky, a combination of all four. The weather, quite frankly, is shit.

And added to the misery of a sunless sky are the additional logistical problems we face.

We’ve spent the last few weeks commuting between boats, from Leiden in the Netherlands to Antwerp in Belgium. We stay close to Dik Trom, our new home, during the week and then return to Leiden to Julisa each weekend to make sure that the moisture catching water traps are emptied, that the waterproof cover protecting Julisa’s exterior mahogany is still in place, and to enjoy a welcome break from our weekday parking spot.

A weekend break from the yacht club's towering electricity pylons

A weekend break from the yacht club’s towering electricity pylons

Our location isn’t ideal. I said that Dik Trom is moored in Antwerp. It’s not quite. Dik Trom is trapped on a hundred metre stretch of the Kempesch canal a kilometre away from a busy motorway in Sint-Job-in-’t-Goor, a handful of kilometres to the city’s north east.

The yacht club is home to about fifty cruisers moored or stored on a thin hundred metre strip of land beneath a row of towering electricity pylons. The pylons, and the dismal weather are, Cynthia thinks, the reason for her mild depression and my extreme crankiness.

The weather certainly doesn’t help. Rain, rain and more rain during the day. At night, we have rain and, if we’re really lucky, a little sleet, snow or hail  to make walking on the boat’s already slippery deck even more of a joy.

We’re both more than a little fed up with the weather, and with the continued problems which delay our maiden voyage to our winter mooring in Maastricht.

Cynthia turns her back on me. For once  , the stunning sunset is to blame and not my bad mood.

Cynthia turns her back on me. For once , the stunning sunset is to blame and not my bad mood.

When we arrived at the yacht club a month ago, the weather was a little kinder and, because of that, essential utilities were more accessible. We could plug the Hymer into the club’s electricity supply, refill our empty water tank from a nearby tap, and sneakily empty our toilet cassette. The club doesn’t have a chemical toilet disposal point, but we discovered that, in the dead of night, we could access the site sewage system by lifting a breeze block covering an open manhole behind a Portakabin toilet block.

Life became a little more difficult when the club’s water supply was turned off two weeks ago.

Now, if we need to top up the Hymer’s tank, I need to march around the club’s perimeter to close every tap on site, lift a heavy ply sheet in a locked building covering the site’s underground stopcock, fill our tank, turn off the stopcock and then open all the site taps again to prevent frost damage. I have to coordinate water filling with toilet emptying so that I have a water supply to use to unclog an often blocked cassette.

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Oh, the joys of life on the road in the winter months!

Added to our winter blues are worries about our new boat. Apparently, we have a bow thruster so powerful that it could spin a supertanker like a whirling dervish. That’s wonderful news if we want to use it while still attached to a shore supply. Given that the times we want to use the bow thruster while still on a marina or yacht club mooring are remote to say the least, the thought of trying to replenish a battery bank drained by a five thousand watt bow thruster motor was a little worrying.

A commercial barge on the Kempesch canal near our mooring

A commercial barge on the Kempesch canal near our mooring

We were given this little nugget of wonderful news within minutes of a marine electrician arriving to install a new battery bank and to generally upgrade the boat electrics. Abdul, a multilingual and very talented Kazakhstani, did a great deal of head scratching soon after he slipped his wiry frame through a tiny under-seat hatch into an otherwise inaccessible section of Dik Trom’s cavernous engine bay.

He discovered a major reason why the old battery bank was on its knees. There were three 220ah lead acid batteries on board. I thought, and the guy who came to quote for the work agreed, that everything on the boat ran off a single three battery bank; the engine, the boat’s 12v internal and external electrics, and the oh-so-powerful bow thruster.

Abdul discovered that the three batteries were actually split into two banks. Normally, two battery banks would mean one bank exclusively for starting the engine, and one for everything else. Whoever installed Dik Trom’s electrics had other ideas. He thought of an ingenious solution for powering the bow thruster.

To use the boat’s 12v system for the bow thruster, he would have had to run a python thick cable the full length of the boat. To reduce the cable to a manageable size, he decided to use 24v just for the bow thruster. Because of that, two of the boat’s three batteries were reserved exclusively for the bow thruster. Starting the engine and powering everything else on the boat was handled by the single remaining 220ah lead acid battery.

Abdul didn’t know how to sort out the mess without rewiring much of the boat and charging us a fortune for labour. He summoned his boss. The pair of them spent half an hour brainstorming and discussing alternatives before Abdul installed what I am fairly sure is a unique and slightly odd electrical system.

I wanted a Victron combi 1600 charger inverter installed. Because the bow thruster needed to remain on a 24v system, and because the Victron couldn’t charge both 12v and 24v systems, Abdul and his boss gave me an option. They could configure the system so that the bow thruster could only be charged if the boat was attached to a shore supply, which, quite frankly, I thought was a ridiculous idea. Alternatively, by adding a small additional charger, the bow thruster battery could be topped up either by the alternator when the engine is running, or by a shore supply when we’re plugged in on a marina mooring. The latter made far more sense.

Dik Trom now has four new 220ah AGM batteries on board. One is reserved exclusively for the bow thruster, but the bow thruster also draws from the remaining three batteries when in use. Both the boat’s 12v electrics and engine starting are powered by a 3 x 220ah bank. The Victron charger inverter charges and draws 220v power from the three battery bank.

Ordinarily, I would be reluctant to have engine and 12v system on the same bank, but I have a secret weapon. Abdul also fitted a Victron battery monitor.

The battery monitor, mounted on the dashboard on the interior helm, will allow me to constantly check the charge in our main battery bank. We don’t yet have a solar array installed, so we’ll have to rely on battery charging from the alternator while we’re cruising, or via a shore supply when we’re on a marina mooring. Providing that I check the main battery bank’s state of charge regularly, we shouldn’t ever be in the embarrassing position of not being able to start the engine because of flat batteries.

With the electrical issues out of the way, we could concentrate on our heating problems.

The boat’s original Eberspacher D4 4KW diesel heater failed shortly after we bought the boat. Because he’s an old school honest and decent kind of guy, former owner Walter agreed to either repair or replace the heater. He had a new pump fitted. The pump worked but the heater didn’t. He had the heater removed and taken to a local marine heating specialist for investigation. The engineer examined the old burner briefly, laughed, and pointed to a nearby bin.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Walter dug deep and handed over a wad of cash for a reconditioned 4KW burner. His yacht club friend Edgar, a retired heating engineer, fitted the replacement unit earlier this week. Cynthia and I breathed a collective sigh of relief and began planning our maiden voyage to Maastricht.

Our planning was a little premature.

Before we transferred all of our possessions from the Hymer to Dik Trom I wanted to make sure that the new heater actually worked, and was capable of maintaining a comfortable temperature inside the boat. It was at that point that I realised our problems weren’t yet over.

Edgar wasn’t able to fit the heater’s “thermostat” for us. He admitted that although he’s a competent heating engineer, his woodworking skills are poor. He installed the heater, but left the cable connecting the heater’s switch trailing through an open underseat hatch to the engine bay.

My own woodworking skills are undoubtedly worse than Edgar’s. As I haven’t yet found anyone to fit the switch for me, I left the underseat hatch open a little to prevent trapping the cable, turned the heater on full blast, and left the boat to warm up for a couple of hours.

I returned to a cabin filled with choking fumes.

I don’t know much about diesel heating systems. Is this normal for a new installation? Will the fumes disappear over time? Has the burner been fitted incorrectly? I simply don’t know, and as Edgar only speaks a few words of English, I can’t ask him.

I had a diesel burner fitted on my narrowboat. It was sited in the engine room which, as with the majority of narrowboats, was behind the cabin. I can’t remember smelling any fumes in the engine room. They certainly didn’t enter the cabin if there were any.

The problem with a cruiser is that the engine bay is beneath the living accommodation. Any fumes in the engine bay can rise into the cabin. Maybe some fumes from the burner entering the cabin is normal on cruisers. I simply don’t know.

What I DO know is that the switch supplied with the burner is not a thermostat. It’s a variable fan control, which means that we’ll have to constantly adjust the fan speed manually to adjust the cabin temperature. It’s not ideal, but it will do for now. More of a problem are the fumes and, I suspect, the burner’s ability to heat the boat adequately.

With the burner on full blast for 2-3 hours each day for the last three days,  all the time making a noise like a jet engine, the thermometer crept slowly to fifteen degrees and then stayed there. The boat appears to be insulated well enough. With the heater working on a cold day, there’s no condensation in the cabin, but there also isn’t a great deal of heat.

There certainly isn’t enough heat for me to live comfortably onboard in the winter months.

Cynthia’s personal thermostat is set differently to mine. She can’t stand hot summer days. I adore them. I love the heat. On cooler days, while she’s quite comfortable in a tee shirt, I often have to wear a thick fleece top, and sometimes a fleece hat too. A maximum cabin temperature of fifteen degrees simply isn’t enough for me. We need to be able to achieve a constant cabin temperature of 20°c, and do that without choking on toxic fumes.

An hour into my first porthole. Just two more hours to go... and then I can work on the remaining nine portholes

An hour into my first porthole. Just two more hours to go… and then I can work on the remaining nine portholes

We hope to persuade Edgar to return tomorrow, along with Walter to act as a translator. If Edgar can’t resolve the problem, we’ll have to consider returning to the company which sold the burner to Walter to discuss a resolution.

Each day’s delay worries me more. Our winter mooring is on the mighty river Maas (or the Meuse as it’s known in Belgium) which, following periods of heavy rain or excessive snow melt, has been known to rise as much as four metres. Boats are protected from flooding by floating moorings at the marina. Once we’re there, we shouldn’t have a problem. Cruising down there following a prolonged period of heavy rain might be a different kettle of fish.

Enjoying a winter afternoon in our little motorised box

Enjoying a winter afternoon in our little motorised box

This weekend, we’re having a break from electricity pylons, troublesome burners and cruising worries. Yesterday we drove north west from Antwerp to the Dutch coastal town of Westenschouwen in beautiful Zeeland province. We spent last night on a deserted beach car park. Yesterday’s rain and today’s forecast twenty seven knot winds and four hours of snow are perhaps the reason for our solitude.

We don’t mind. We’re warm and dry. There’s no chance of us freezing, being overwhelmed by toxic fumes, washed away by a fast flowing river, or unhinged by the close proximity of ugly electricity pylons. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll be able to move afloat some time next week. We live in hope.

2

Barmy Brokers and a Belgian Boater’s Generosity

 

We’re several steps closer to returning to life on the water full time.

We’re now penniless, but the very proud owners of a robust and beautifully designed Linssen yacht. She’s an old girl who has obviously spent a fair amount of time at the gym and has stuck to a balanced diet.

She’s in very good shape for her age and quite attractive in the right light.

A major hurdle to overcome was the defunct Eberspacher diesel central heating system. Cynthia and I secretly hoped that the Eberspacher was terminally ill. Former owner, Walter, agreed to either repair or replace the central heating system when we bought the boat from him. If we had a choice between a repaired thirty year old diesel burner and a brand new heating unit, I know which we would go for.

Our roadside lunch stop on a trip into Antwerp

Our roadside lunch stop on a trip into Antwerp

Sadly for us, and much to Walter’s delight, a new pump solved the problem. Even though it’s an old central heating system, it produces a lot of heat. Unfortunately, all of it is in one place.

The boat has a forward cabin, a shower room, a galley and dining area, a spacious cockpit with another table, a toilet and a rear cabin. There are only blown air heating ducts in the combined cockpit and galley areas. The rest of the boat is unheated at the moment.

We’ll have to see if we can afford to have the system modified to include additional heating ducts in both cabins, the bathroom and the toilet. Until then we’ll have to rely on electric heaters in the bedrooms and bathroom. We’ll only be able to heat these areas if we’re connected to a shore supply. Using a one kilowatt electric heater when we’re off grid would quickly drain the battery bank.

Actually running the Eberspacher heating system at all is proving to be a bit of a problem at the moment. The boat electrics are woefully inadequate for living on board full time. The existing battery bank isn’t holding a charge, not that it’s getting much of a charge to hold.

The ancient Bosch battery charger is also terminally ill. From the 16 amp shore supply, it’s managing to put just 1 amp into the battery bank. Given that the Eberspacher appears to draw three amps, and the fridge a similar amount, even on a mooring with an electrical hookup, we can’t generate enough power for the most basic electrical requirements on board.

We need to install a new battery bank, and a new charger/inverter, before we can move on board.

We can’t find a decent marine electrician anywhere in this area. We’ve spoken to one near Maastricht. He’s waiting for us to bring the boat to him so that he can quote for the work. He can’t commit to a timescale, and we’ll have to cruise for three or four days to reach him.

Fast forward a week.

Our electrical system in on its knees. Running our Eberspacher system for just one day appears to have depleted the battery bank completely. I say THE battery bank, because there’s only one. The engine doesn’t have a dedicated starter battery, so if the main bank discharges completely, as is the case at the moment, there’s no way to start the engine to recharge the batteries. It’s a risky configuration and one which most boaters try to avoid.

So we have a lovely looking boat with an aged and useless battery bank and charger and no way to move it to Maastricht to the marine electrician who is waiting to install a new system for us.

We needed to find a Belgian company to do the installation instead. Although there wasn’t one close to our mooring, Walter chatted to his yacht club cronies and located two companies specialising in marine electrical installations in Antwerp docklands. He also identified a specialist battery supplier which, he was told, also installed their products.

We visited the battery specialist first and quickly crossed them off our list.

We discovered that they no longer do installations. One of their colour blind technicians wired a system incorrectly on a commercial barge resulting a €3,000 alternator replacement bill.

This was disappointing because their batteries were competitively priced. Cynthia suggested that we should buy them and I should do the installation myself.

Can you imagine that?

I have what can only be described as the opposite to the golden touch where DIY is concerned. I’ve replaced wall tiles which fell down as soon as I turned my back. I spent an hour repairing a broken sink drain on my last boat which lasted less than a minute when I ran water into the sink. I replaced an exhaust muffler on my narrowboat’s aged raw water cooling system. It fell off on my first cruise after the repair, flooding the engine bay and almost sinking the boat.

After fifty seven years on this planet, I have finally mastered changing a plug… I think.

Me changing a battery bank successfully and getting the wiring right is about as likely as me being able to fly to the moon without a rocket.

It’s just not going to happen.

The owners of both the marine electrical companies visited the boat to quote for the work a few days ago. One sold Mastervolt products, the other Victron.

A tight entrance to Dik Trom's battery bank

A tight entrance to Dik Trom’s battery bank

Our visitors couldn’t have been more different. Mr. Victron arrived first in his modest hatchback. We was dressed in clean but well worn work clothes and a pair of sensible boots, and carried a dog eared clipboard. His introduction was short and to the point, almost brusque. He was clearly there to do a job, and he was keen to get on with it. He was He was also a small man which, on Dik Trom, helped tremendously.

There’s a lot of free space in Dik Trom’s engine bay, but it’s difficult to get at. The battery bank sits in front of the engine. It isn’t accessible from the engine bay itself so anyone working on the batteries has to rely on a different route.

There’s a U shaped seating area in the cockpit. To reach the batteries, the upholstered seat back and base needs removing and then a 15” x 21” hatch above the underseat storage area has to be taken out. Once any stored items are removed, a 14” x 21” panel in the base of the storage area can be lifted out. Anyone unlucky enough to have to work on the batteries has to lower himself through both hatches onto the battery bank beneath.

Providing he doesn’t snag his family jewels on the battery wiring, he can then shuffle sideways into a crawl space which would make a tinned sardine feel claustrophobic.

It’s not an ideal working environment for portly technicians.

Mr. Victron was lithe as an eel. He slipped into the crawl space like water down a drain. After a quick investigation, he explained his recommended installation based on my requirements.

“Yes, we can everything you want, but splitting the batteries so that you have a separate starter battery will take some investigating. We can split the batteries, but the work might take a long time if changing the way the engine is wired to the control panel is difficult.

“You’ll need to help our engineer with the battery installation. Each 220ah battery weighs 63kg. That’s 140lb or ten stones, which is probably more that your wife weighs.” He pointed to the suitcase sized hole in our cockpit bench seating base as he talked.  “Can you imagine lowering her on a rope through that engine bay hatch on your own?” I could imagine it without a problem. I could also imagine the difficulty I would have climbing back onto the boat from the canal if I ever tried.

Despite their weight, dealing with cumbersome batteries would be much easier than coping with an irate wife.

Helping with the battery installation wouldn’t be a problem. In fact, I would enjoy the exercise. What bothered me was an unknown addition to a quote which was already stretching our budget. I suppose a straightforward solution was too much to ask, but I don’t ever want to find myself in the position again where I can’t start the engine because the boat’s only batteries have failed, so I guess we’ll have to bite the bullet even if the work takes longer.

He had  more bad news for us. “Just replacing the battery bank isn’t going to be enough. Your battery charger is no good. Even if it’s working properly, which I doubt, it’s a car battery charger which isn’t designed to be left permanently connected to batteries.” I didn’t want to tell him that the battery charger had, as far as I knew, been installed when the boat was built in 1983 and had been plugged into a shore supply twenty four hours a day for at least the last two years. No wonder the battery bank was terminally ill.

Mr. Victron’s quote hit my inbox just two hours after he left me. All the items were nicely itemised, as was the €700 in tax which we wouldn’t be paying if we accepted his quote.

Mr. Victron is a great believer in cash deals. So am I.

The quote for four 220ah AGM batteries split into three leisure and one starter battery banks, a Victron 12/70/1600 combi charger inverter, and an all singing, all dancing battery monitor was €3,400.

The price is about what we expected and, according to the yacht club guys, is a reasonable price for that kind of work here in Belgium.

Our experience with Mr. Mastervolt was completely different. Both Mr. Victron and Mr. Mastervolt were nice guys. Mr. Victron was rough-and-ready nice. Mr. Mastervolt was much more polished.

He arrived a day later than Mr. Victron because of two delays. The first was due to an important commercial big barge client of his with electrical problems. Mr. Mastervolt was very attentive to his mainly business-to-business customer needs. Probably because they have much more money than us little boat guys.

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The second delay, early the following morning, was the result of a careless driver reversing across a Dutch cycle lane far too quickly in front of his bicycling wife. Pacifying his wife and taking her and her dented bike to work, with a short interlude to enthusiastically squeeze the the stroppy car driver’s testicles, delayed his arrival by another hour. But he kept me informed. I appreciated that very much.

Mr. Mastervolt arrived in his top of the range four wheel drive Volvo, dressed elegantly in designer jeans and a crisp white shirt. He carried a soft leather attache in one manicured hand. He exuded a sense of both charm and success.

Dik Trom's cosy cockpit

Dik Trom’s cosy cockpit

The cockpit looking aft towards the steep steps two short legged bassets will need to negotiate

The cockpit looking aft towards the steep steps two short legged bassets will need to negotiate

This didn’t bode well for the price of his work at all.

While Mr. Victron was a short and slim Belgian, Mr. Mastervolt was a very tall, stoutly built Dutchman. Getting him through the small hatch into our cockpit wasn’t easy. Persuading him to jam his tall frame and designer jeans through a small hatch onto the battery bank was out of the question.

Listening to Mr. Mastervolt talk was like watching a video on how to sell successfully.

He told us what a wonderful boat we had, asked us about our future boating plans, and asked about our European boating experience. He told us about his wife, his life, his work. He let us know how hard he worked, how much he missed his six week old daughter, his wife and his home during long days at the office far from his Dutch home on the delightful Zeeland coast. He used his charm and his stories to build a personal connection with us, and then he told us about his products and services.

He told us about Mastervolt and their products, why they were superior to their competitors and why, luckily for us, they were perfect for our needs. He dazzled us with science, explaining how batteries received and held their charge, and why their 1600w inverter charger wasn’t powerful enough for our needs. We would need something bigger, more powerful and, of course, far more expensive.

He showed us a colour diagram as he explained how the batteries linked to the engine, the alternator, a fuse board, a control panel, a fancy digital display, a monitor and an inverter charger. He talked about the complexity of getting the wiring just right, and why his estimated three days labour at €65 an hour was entirely reasonable.

He warned us that good marine electricians are hard to find and, because of that, finding a company to do the work at short notice is very difficult. He told us we were lucky though. A customer had just rescheduled the installation of a similar system. He had availability the following week. He could fit us in, but only if we made the decision to use his services quickly.

He left us with a winning smile and a promise to email his quote within a couple of hours.

The quote arrived eight hours later. When I read it I understood why he had taken so long to put it together.

A quote to quiver the firmest of lips

A quote to quiver the firmest of lips

He had clearly anticipated our quote acceptance and spent much of the day placing an order for a new yacht. His price was astounding. He wanted €669 for each 200ah battery compared to Mr. Victron’s €360 for each of his higher capacity 220ah batteries. The difference in battery prices alone was €1,236. He also wanted €1,560 for labour. Even with his “very generous” 10% discount, the total price for installing four new batteries and an inverter/charger was an unbelievable €8,509.95. He wanted €5,100 more than Mr. Victron for a similar specification installation, and he wanted half of it before he set foot on the boat.

Choosing between the two was easy. Even if we wanted to, we simply couldn’t afford Mr. Mastervolt’s ridiculous prices. We asked Mr. Victron to do the work for us. The installation has been scheduled for the end of next week.

We still have plenty to keep us busy before then.

Walter sold the boat to us complete with its contents. He’s a kind and generous man who has become a good friend over the last few weeks, but he’s a bit of a hoarder. The boat looked tidy enough when we viewed it, but every cupboard, drawer, locker and storage space was crammed full. We spent days removing his possessions before we could even think about moving ours on board.

The dinette - currently one of just two heated areas on board

The dinette – currently one of just two heated areas on board

We found three electric kettles, two spare anchors, six plastic buckets, four 25 litre containers for extra diesel storage, several crockery and cutlery sets, five life jackets, and enough tools to open a shop. There was an electric drill, a jigsaw, a wire brush, a sander, socket sets, spanner and screwdriver sets, and enough nuts and bolts to ballast a boat. Given that I’ve only just learned to change a plug, and I’m the proud owner of three screwdrivers already, all of the tools, and everything else on board for that matter, was surplus to requirements.

The yacht club harbour master gratefully accepted all of the tools. He wasn’t quite so keen on the eighteen tins of hardened paint we tried to give him, but he was delighted with two new sets of folding steps, two hose reels, and a dozen long lengths of mainly unused rope, none of which was suitable for Dik Trom, and a pair of plastic oars.

There were three oars on board, crammed into a crawl space under the bed in the aft cabin. Belgian waterway regulations require owners of motorised small craft to keep one oar on board in case of an engine breakdown. I’m not quite sure how we would propel a ten tonne steel boat with a six foot long plastic oar, but I’m happy to give it a go.

Did I mention that Walter is a kind and generous man? He demonstrated just how generous when he visited us one day last week. He knew about our battery problems. His boat was a big part of his life. He’s lost without it. For a little while at least, he can maintain a connection with it by spending as much time as possible with us each day.

He stopped by for a coffee to discuss our latest boat fixing developments. We told him about the two different electrical quotes, and that we had accepted the less expensive price. Before we set foot on Dik Trom, we knew that we would probably need to replace the battery bank and upgrade the electrics. We were hoping to delay the upgrade until we reached Maastricht, but we knew that the work would have to be done sooner rather than later. The cost of the electrical work was ours, and ours alone. Walter had already dealt with his few repair obligations. The electrical work was up to us.

That’s what we thought anyway.

After Walter heaved himself up the two steps into our Hymer and wedged himself into a space on a bench seat next to the dogs, he talked about something which he told us had been on his mind for a few days. “I feel really bad that you’ve had all these problems with Dik Trom. I haven’t moved it for so long that I didn’t know the batteries were in such poor shape. I didn’t know the charger was damaging the batteries either. I feel responsible, so I want to pay for half of the installation.”

We tried, rather halfheartedly, to refuse his offer. We didn’t want to take advantage of an elderly and very kind hearted guy, but saving €1,700 on the installation would allow us to have the Eberspacher modification work done. He insisted. We gratefully accepted.

Over the last few days, while Cynthia moved many of our possessions from the motorhome into our new boat, I concentrated on cleaning the boat’s dirty algae coated exterior.

As I washed and scrubbed, I realised that we have a great deal of touching up to do. Walter, because of failing health and painful rheumatism, hasn’t been able to do much at all.

We look forward to returning to listening to waterways wildlife from our cosy cabin

We look forward to returning to listening to waterways wildlife from our cosy cabin

That will have to wait until next spring. Wet and windy November days aren’t suitable for boat painting. Anyway, we had more important things to deal with.

We had to find ourselves a new broker to help sell Julisa.

We asked the broker involved in the sale of Dik Trom to help us sell Julisa. In hindsight, we realise that we made a mistake.

Julisa is a classic wooden topped Dutch motor cruiser. She’s a beautiful boat, but she’s in a niche market. Broker Willem wasn’t particularly familiar with the boats, their appeal or the market for them.

He insisted that we listed the boat with him for €8,000 less than we wanted. We queried his recommendation. He told us he wasn’t a magician and that we wouldn’t find anyone prepared to pay a figure even close to our asking price. We were very disappointed.

We spoke to the broker who sold us Julisa earlier this year. He told us that our asking price was in fact realistic. He confirmed that he has personally sold a boat identical to Julisa six months ago for €2,000 more than our asking price. He further confided that he had sold a number of these cruisers for a similar price over the last few years.

We met the broker, Warner, and his charming wife, Conny, yesterday at the boatyard where Julisa is on hardstanding for the winter. They wanted to make sure that Julisa is still in the excellent condition she was when we bought her just six short months ago. She is, apart from a little missing hull paint which we will remedy before she goes back in the water in the spring.

Conny and Warner are happy to sell the boat for us, so that’s another problem dealt with for now. Next on the list is a trip to a local chandler for replacement fender rope. Dik Trom’s ten fenders, and the ropes that fixes them to the boat’s railings, look like they’ve been recently dredged from the canal bottom. I’m hoping that elbow grease and a liberal application of traffic film remover will rejuvenate the plastic fenders. New fender rope will help improve the boat’s aesthetics.

I have to stop writing now to deal with an emergency. We’ve just run out of gas, so we have no heating. They Hymer cools very quickly on a chilly November day. This is the first time we’ve run out of gas completely. Emptying the tanks fully is a schoolboy error. Our tank capacity is forty litres. We use about four litres a day in the winter. We last topped up ten days ago. Simple maths, but sometimes I forget.

I suppose it’s a sign of getting old. I’m losing the ability to think coherently. I’m only a hop, skip and a jump away from sitting in front of a blazing fire with a rug over my knees, staring into the flames chuckling to myself as I remember the adventures I’ve had. At least I will have had some adventures to remember. For that, I’m very thankful.

Cynthia Says...

The Truth

It is difficult on some levels to believe that we were zinging down the mountain roads of southern France at this time last year.  At that time we had no inkling that our motorhome days of living on the road would come to an end sooner rather than later…..

Looking back over the past summer I guess in the back of mind I kind of saw it coming.

As soon as both of us slip into a boat on the water, everything changes, and the stresses of the day seem to melt away.  And if you haven’t lived on the water, you probably won’t understand what I’m talking about.

Having and living on a beautiful and comfortable motorhome is nice, but just not the same as living and relaxing on a boat.  Boats seem to have their own personality and you develop a deep and lasting connection to them.  And maybe because water is so basic and necessary to life, you feels that much more connected when your house is on the water.  Perhaps this sounds a bit crazy, but that’s how I feel about it, and I know Paul may use different words, but feels the same.

Having lived on three sailboats in San Diego with my first husband back in the ’70’s, that love of living on a boat never left me.  I swore when I stepped off our last sailboat back in 1976, just prior to starting my airline training, that some day I would live back on the water.  So there you go!  Another dream that simmered for many years and has finally taken root again and come true.

Getting back to the title of this contribution-“The Truth”-the most pressing reason we are letting go of life on the road is because it was destined to be out of balance.  Paul has to do ALL of the driving as I am A) too old to get a license to drive it, and B) the vehicle is too big and heavy for me to qualify for the appropriate license.

I hate seeing him stressed out at the end of a long day of driving, and I felt helpless to be able to do anything meaningful to make things better.

I had a feeling once we cast off in Julisa that we were destined to become full time live aboard people again, and here we are doing just that!

We have a number of things to accomplish before we can push away from the dock at Sint Job in ‘t Goor, Belgium, and wave a tearful good-bye to Walter, and point our bow to Maastricht where our winter mooring awaits us.  The electrical necessities will be attended to in another week and then we will transfer our remaining things on board and head south.

We have heard nothing but wonderful things about Maastricht, and it is quite different from the rest of the Netherlands, as it is in the southeastern most part of the country sandwiched between Belgium to the west, and Germany to the east.  So it is an eclectic mix of people of cultures that we are very much looking forward to experiencing.

We will enjoy exploring the waterways there and to also embrace the fact that there are hills to embrace and hike as well.

Stay tuned for more news as life moves on—surprises and adventure around every turn!

Even though we have the added stress of owning three vehicles and having to sell two of them in the near future, we have the peace of mind knowing we will be living a good and happy life aboard a lovely boat that should suit our needs for a long time to come.


Searching for a Winter Home in Maastricht

 

I haven’t written any blog posts since the beginning of October. Our lives over the last four weeks have been hectic. I don’t know how that’s even possible now that I’m not working full time for a living, but life has certainly been very full indeed.

At the end of the last post, we were still in England, running around like headless chickens, trying to complete the countless items on our to do list before we returned to France. The task uppermost in our minds was actually getting Cynthia back into mainland Europe.

Cynthia had technically overstayed her entitlement on our last visit. As an American, she is only allowed to stay for a maximum of three months in any of twenty six countries in the Schengen area. She had actually been there for over a year. After a great deal of research, we discovered what we thought was a loophole which allowed non European spouses of EU citizens the same right to roam as EU citizens. We thought we were OK, but we still hadn’t tested the theory.

We booked a return passage through the channel tunnel. On our passage to Folkestone from Calais, we were waved through the French border control checkpoint, but stopped by English border control officers. They quizzed Cynthia for half an hour after being alerted by a marker on her passport. She was deported at Heathrow two years earlier for entering the UK to marry me without a required marriage visit visa.

Our investigating officer finally allowed her through, but warned us that we might face problems entering France on our return trip. That worrying information played on our minds throughout our ten day stay in England. We didn’t sleep much at all the night before our scheduled 4.40pm train on 10th October, but at least we didn’t have the dogs to worry about.

I’ve used Eurotunnel to cross between Folkestone and Calais ten times in the last eighteen months. The five crossings from Folkestone to Calais weren’t a problem. The only animal checks done on the way to France are to ask whether vehicle owners have dogs on board. There’s an £18 fee for each dog each way. Incidentally, the same fee applies to a ferret in case you’re thinking of taking one on holiday with you.

The leg from Calais to Dover is a different kettle of fish.

I’ve been stopped on two out of the five crossings into England. I had to leave one dog, Tasha, in Calais with Cynthia on one occasion. The other time, at the beginning of October this year, a French official at the pet reception centre noticed an incorrect microchip insertion date. Fortunately, we had the original microchip documentation with us so we were allowed through.

We didn’t have the dogs to worry about, but getting Cynthia through Calais was more than enough to keep us occupied.

We were off to a good start. We presented our tickets at the first checkpoint. Everything was in order, and there was an additional bonus of being offered an earlier train at no extra cost. We were funnelled quickly through Eurontunnel’s endless approach roads, diverted past the parking and services area, and then joined a short queue for the first of two border control checkpoints.

The English border control officer waved us through after a cursory passport examination. A hundred metres later we pulled in line behind a dark blue Mercedes and a white van at the French border control booth.

It was then that we suspected that booking a train at a time of day when traffic was light and border control officers had time on their hands wasn’t a particularly good idea. I’ve made the crossing several times during busy periods. On those occasions, bored French officials waved long lines of vehicles through the checkpoint without looking at passports at all. Now, with just three vehicles waiting, they had plenty of time to thoroughly check passports without holding up traffic.

Cynthia bit her lip, took a deep breath, and tried to look relaxed. I worried as usual, imagining the worst case scenario. Cynthia’s passport would be examined, we would be detained, questioned at length, possibly held in adjoining cells without food or water, and then fined and deported.

My overactive imagination ran riot. We would have to return to England and, unable to travel to mainland Europe, after Cynthia’s permitted six months in the UK expired, she would have to return to the USA. She had nowhere to live there. She would be homeless and, because she didn’t have an address there, she wouldn’t be able to sponsor me for a long stay visa or residency. We would have to live on different continents. Cynthia would only be able to join me in England for six months in every year. I wouldn’t be able to fly across the pond to be with her because of the dogs. What a nightmare. I suspected that we were minutes away from an effective end to our idyllic married life, and I was very, very scared.

The van driver stopped at the French border control booth. Rather than waving the vehicle on as was usual, the unsmiling officer demanded passports. After several tense minutes, the officer pointed to an empty bay behind his booth where the van driver could park while he was investigated further. I wondered whether security checks had been increased since our last visit. Maybe now the drivers of all vehicles were being checked thoroughly. My worst fears were being confirmed. I knew that we were in trouble.

The Mercedes driver pulled up next. The officer demanded his passport too. As we waited, barely able to breathe, vehicles began queueing behind us. Two cars, another van, and then a fully loaded tour coach. Would each of drivers be stopped and questioned too, or would the now lengthy queue mean that the border control officer had to return to random checks? We didn’t know, but we were about to find out.

“Just stay calm,” I ordered Cynthia, my voice a nervous squeak. I took a deep breath, released the Hymer’s handbrake, and crawled forward until my side window was level with the control booth.

The officer stared at me intently, switched his attention to Cynthia, looked at the Hymer, and then slowly held out his hand for our passports. This was it, the end of our idyllic lifestyle, the beginning of married life lived on separate continents.

I picked up our two passports from the dashboard and then slowly reached out of the window to hand them over and seal our fate. The officer looked at me, glanced at our passports, and then turned his head to examine the growing queue behind us. With a casual flick of his wrist, he made two frightened people very happy. He didn’t have time to examine us we were free to go.

We knew that we were lucky, but we also knew that we stood a better chance of being lucky entering Europe from France rather than any other country. French border officials are renowned for being more relaxed than most.

Nonetheless, we didn’t want to repeat the experience. The following day, we booked an appointment to apply for a residency permit. The earliest date available is late November. All we have to do now is persuade someone in the Netherlands to allow us to use their address for the permit. Surely that’s not too much to ask?

With that particular worry at least temporarily out of the way, we resumed our search for the perfect live aboard boat for European waterways.

We considered a number of barges. Many were for sale within our budget, including two very well maintained boats owned by a friend of my old boss at Calcutt Boats, Roger Preen.

The ‘his and hers’ barges are in immaculate condition. They were strong contenders, but we finally decided that, at twenty five metres, they just weren’t practical.

Our plan is to spend much of our time in the Netherlands where there are many free moorings. However, the majority of them are more suitable for boats up to fifteen metres in length. A twenty five metre boat would be more difficult to find a mooring for, more costly to moor in a country where paid moorings are charged by the metre, and much more costly to maintain than a shorter boat.

Because of these practicalities, barges around fifteen metres in length are very popular and therefore quite expensive. It’s not uncommon to see a twenty five metre barge with a decent specification listed at a lower cost than one ten metres shorter.

We continued looking at a variety of barge styles, lengths and configurations. Despite there being thousands of boats for sale in the Netherlands, most of them are motor cruisers. Although motor cruisers are perfect for fair weather cruising, because they lack insulation, they aren’t suitable for living on all year round. Our search continued, but we were running out of steam, until we found Dik Trom.

DIk Trom is a mischievous fat boy, sorry, mischievous and generously proportioned boy, from a series of Dutch children’s books. More importantly as far as we were concerned, it was the name of a likely looking candidate for our continental liveaboard plans.

Dik Trom is a 10.5m Linssen motor cruiser. Cynthia and I have always admired Linssen boats, but they have always been way above our budget. Knowing we couldn’t afford the boat, we viewed a  ten year old 9.5m Linssen earlier in the year. Linssens are renowned for their build quality and attention to detail. Although shorter than we would like, this particular boat was very well configured. It had two bedrooms, an outside and an inside steering position, and, surprisingly for a Dutch motor cruiser, it was well insulated. Unfortunately, it was €137,000. We walked away but continued to dream of owning one.

Linssen yacht Dik Trom - Could this be our new home?

Linssen yacht Dik Trom – Could this be our new home?

Dik Trom is a much older boat, but an old boat isn’t necessarily a bad boat. The listing photographs showed a charming interior, comprehensively fitted with attractive solid wood, two cabins and interior and exterior helms. What we didn’t know was whether the boat was insulated.

The broker didn’t know either. He suggested that we view the boat and check for insulation on the day. We agreed, but I also emailed Linssen to ask what records they kept for one of their vintage boats.

Linssen customer service bent over backwards to help. Engineer Rennie Hénuy told us that he had only worked with the company for twenty years, so he had to contact Linssen’s retired founding owner. He was told that Linssen yachts built at that time were fully insulated with Styropor, an expandable polystyrene.

Polystyrene isn’t great insulation, but it’s more insulation than most Dutch cruisers have.  We decided that the boat was worth looking at.

Dik Trom is moored at a small yacht club in Sint-Job-in-’t-Goor a few miles north east of Antwerp in Belgium. We met broker, Willem, and owner, Walter, at the yacht club two weeks ago.

We instantly fell in love with the boat. It ticked all of our boxes. It felt dry, cosy, spacious, homely, and utterly impractical for two short legged, long bodied, heavy dogs. To enter the cabin two vertical steps need negotiating to reach the rear deck, and then there are another four vertical steps down into the cockpit. It wasn’t an impossible problem to overcome, but it would need some thought.

One of the first things we checked for was a musty smell, an indication of damp. The inside of Dik Trom looked and smelled dry. The boat felt huge after so much time spent in the Hymer and, because it has a fully enclosed cockpit unlike our Super Favorite cruiser, it offered a much larger boat living space than we’ve had when cruising this year.

We liked the boat enough to make a cheeky offer. We knew that the boat had been listed for sale for two years. We also knew that owner Walter was so emotionally attached to it that he hadn’t been prepared to move on the price. However, now in his late seventies and not in the best of health, he had recently agreed with his wife that the time had come to move on. The broker told us that Walter was prepared to do a deal.

Much to both our surprise and our delight, Walter accepted our offer without haggling. The boat was ours. Hooray!

All we had to do then was find a way of paying for it.

The following two weeks were difficult for me. I still had a reasonable amount in my bank account as a rainy day fund and I still need to earn a living to supplement Cynthia’s pension which currently pays most of our living expenses. Despite countless hours slaving away over a hot keyboard, I still haven’t completed two projects which I hope will increase my income, my online narrowboat course and a book. I regularly have to dip into my savings to help pay the bills.

Our joint income would be just enough to live on if we were careful, but it wouldn’t provide us with much of a surplus. We didn’t have enough capital to buy the new boat, even at the much reduced price, so we would have to pretty much empty my bank account in addition to taking out a bridging loan until we could sell both our Super Favorite and our Hymer motorhome. We came to the conclusion that if I couldn’t increase my online income quickly, I would probably need to find at least a part time job.

We’ve spent the following two weeks debating the wisdom of buying another boat before our current boat and our motorhome have been sold, working out how much we would need to spend in total if we bought it, and figuring out a way of raising the money without launching me down a stress induced ever steepening downhill slope.

I don’t handle being without money very well at all.

While we debated, planned and worried, we toured and wild camped. It was during those two weeks that we were provided with clear signs that moving afloat full time sooner rather than later was the way to go for us.

After an eventful and sometimes harrowing working life, I crave tranquility. Standing at the helm of a gently rocking boat cruising along tranquil waterways soothes me. Laying on my bed listening to small waves gently slapping against the hull inches from my head lulls me into a deep and peaceful sleep. Cleaning nighttime condensation from a wet deck at the crack of dawn relaxes me.

I feel more at peace on a boat than I do anywhere else, which is more than I can say for life in a motorhome.

We wandered Zierkzee's seaside streets

We wandered Zierkzee’s seaside streets debating the wisdom of buying another boat

And then we ate Zierikzee mussel landed by this boat

And then we ate Zierikzee mussel landed by this boat

Roads in the Netherlands are pretty good. There’s usually enough room for us to pass oncoming traffic, but it’s often tight. Dutch motorists are generally both patient and friendly, but there are exceptions. And when a belligerent driver coming towards me tries to force his way through a too small gap, I take exception. Too much violent confrontation in my chequered past has scarred me. Despite, and maybe because of, Cynthia’s well intentioned advice to take things easy, I struggle to stay calm.

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Even when I have finished driving for the day, I can’t relax. Unlike France, wild camping isn’t allowed in the Netherlands. It’s often tolerated, but we never know when we’re likely to be disturbed.

The Dutch police force are the official enforcers, but we also have to be wary of park officials and even members of the public. Car drivers will often stop and stare if they see our motorhome parked late at night or early in the morning close to a beach or national park. Two or three of them over the last year have taken time out of their busy days to share their knowledge of Dutch parking laws with us. At least they can’t force us to move, although I suspect that more than one have telephoned the police to report our crime.

In the last two weeks we have been moved on by the police three times.

The first time was on a night when we really needed to get some sleep. Cynthia had to endure a four train, ten hour journey from Rotterdam to the 3E holistic cancer clinic near Stuttgart in Germany. I didn’t want to drive her there because of a slow oil leak the Hymer has developed on the drive shaft. I needed to get that fixed before I could confidently drive long distances, not that the thought of driving long distances filled me with joy.

Because I wanted Cynthia to have a good night’s sleep before an arduous day of travel, we drove from the Zeeland coast to a likely looking spot close to Brielse meer to the west of Rotterdam.

As is our normal practice, we found a quiet rural car park, checked to make sure that there were no signs prohibiting overnight parking, found a level spot with a decent view, and then settled down for what we hoped would be a peaceful evening.

It wasn’t.

At 10pm, just as we were preparing for bed, we saw the headlights of an approaching vehicle. That’s always a bad sign, especially if the vehicle stops close to us. This one did and, less than a minute later, we heard the expected knock on our door.

The Dutch are usually charming, even when they’re doing an unpleasant job. We were told, politely but firmly, that we had to leave immediately. Cynthia asked if there was anywhere else we could stay locally. The two park rangers told us that there was a large car park on the lake’s opposite shore. Motorhomes often stopped there, they told us, so we could relax for the rest of the night.

The officers left. We left a few minutes later. We followed what we thought were the right directions for a few miles. We turned into another small car park. Cynthia saw some lights on in a nearby house and shadowy figures entering a side door. She decided to check to make sure we were in the right place. We didn’t want to be moved again.

Much to her surprise, the house occupants were the park rangers who had just moved us. Ever helpful, they drew us a map and wrote the name of the restaurant down for us. Half an hour later, at 11pm, we were at our new home for the night, finally settling in for a good night’s sleep.

We were woken at 1am, this time by the police. They assured us that the park rangers didn’t know what they were talking about and that we couldn’t stay the night. “Where can we go at this time of the night?” a very tired and increasingly frustrated Cynthia asked. “That is not our problem. Find a campsite somewhere, anywhere, but you can’t stay here!”

So for the second time that night, we moved on, looking for an open campsite in the wee dark hours. Of course, we didn’t find one. We ended up at the tail end of a long line of lorries hugging the grass verge in a lay-by next to a main road filling station, trying to sleep despite the roar of passing traffic and the sodium glare of a nearby street light shining through our bedroom window.

Living in a motorhome was quickly losing its appeal. Driving was stressful, parking for the night was always questionable unless we were prepared to find a campsite open in October and we were prepared to pay up to €25 per night for the pleasure of parking there.

A week later, again at 10pm just as we were preparing for bed, the police moved us on again. They assured us that motorhome parking wasn’t allowed anywhere along the Zeeland coast, and directed us to a campsite in a distant city. Fortunately, we had overnighted successfully in a pleasant seaside car park ten miles away on a number of occasions. Despite the police warning to the contrary, we moved there and enjoyed a peaceful if slightly anxious night.

At least I wasn’t disturbed while Cynthia was away. I found a quiet place to park close to a beach near Camperduin in North Holland and spent most of my time either walking on the beach with Abbie, or trying to work out how we could afford to juggle our finances enough to buy our new boat.

Cynthia’s bridging loan wasn’t enough, even with the rest of my savings. We needed money for the bridging loan repayments, money for expected repairs and upgrades for the new boat, and even more money to get both the Super Favorite and the Hymer ready to sell.

I tried friends and family, banks and building societies. I even bought some lottery tickets. Nothing worked. We were still short of money. We almost decided to draw a line under our full time liveaboard plans, until at least the Super Favorite was sold. That would probably mean another year of motorhome ownership and the associated stress. It was a depressing thought.

As a last ditch attempt, I tried a creative approach.

I suggested to Willem, the broker selling Dik Trom, that he could also sell our Super Favorite. Walter, the owner, would wait for the balance due for his boat until Julisa, our Super Favorite, sold. Because he would be effectively lending us the remaining money that we needed to buy his boat, we would pay him an additional amount equal to the interest that we would have had to pay on a bridging loan. That sum would be paid straight from the broker’s account when Julisa sold. It was a win/win situation. Willem would gain an additional commission, plus the commission due for Dik Trom, Walter would sell his boat, and eventually earn a little extra money, and we would be able to overcome a difficult situation and finally purchase our live aboard boat.

The plan’s success revolved around Walter being prepared to trust us. We were asking a lot of him. Boats can take years to sell in the Netherlands. He knew nothing about motorhomes. He might have to wait a considerable time before he received all of his money. Walter didn’t know anything about Cynthia or me. We could have had an appalling financial track record and a history of deceit. Either or both of us could die before he was paid his money, or suffer serious injury or illness. The more I thought about it, the less I expected him to agree.

Much to our delight and our surprise Walter agreed. We had a deal. The final step was the out of water survey. Walter, because of his failing health, had been unable to take on the boat’s necessary regular maintenance for the previous few years. In fact, the boat had rarely been off its mooring. We knew it hadn’t been out of the water for at least four years. What we could see of the boat looked in good condition, but what lay beneath the surface?

We found out last Thursday.

Thursday was a chaotic day at the small yacht club. The members had booked a crane to take a ten boats out of the water for the winter. There wasn’t a huge amount of space so, if we wanted to inspect Dik Trom’s hull, we would have to wait until all ten boats had been taken out. There wouldn’t be any room for Dik Trom, so the boat would have to be hoisted above a pier to allow our surveyor, Tom, an opportunity to check the hull thickness and condition and examine the stern gear.

Dik Trom being lifted out

Dik Trom being lifted out

The yacht club is a close knit community of enthusiastic retired boat owners. Most of them arrived early Thursday morning. Only two people plus the crane operator were needed to lift out each boat, but a dozen helped, laughing and joking and generally getting in each other’s way. They were all retired. This was a social event. There was no rush, which was a little frustrating as we were last in the queue and Tom had a two hour drive back to north Amsterdam.

I was given a rope to hold. I don't know why.

I was given a rope to hold. I don’t know why.

While we were waiting to be lifted, Tom inspected the boat’s interior. As we suspected, after several years languishing on a yacht club mooring, there were a few problems. The horn didn’t work, nor did the electric windlass. The depth sounder indicated that we were moored, at a small inland yacht club on a narrow and shallow canal,  in thirty five metres of water. There was a leak in one of the porthole seals, another around the shower tray drain, and there was some serious rust around the bilge pump outlet and on the anchor chain tube. During our short sea trial a short bow thruster blast completely drained the domestic battery bank. We later discovered that the three large lead acid batteries hadn’t been topped up with distilled water for years. Walter simply couldn’t reach the batteries in the engine bay’s far corner. They would all need replacing before we could use the boat, but we expected that.

What we didn’t expect was a defunct central heating system. At first, we thought that the Eberspacher failure was due to the flat batteries. Back from the sea trial and once more attached to the national grid, the heater still failed to run.

The list of problems and failures continued to grow.

By mid afternoon all ten boats were precariously balanced on rickety homemade cradles ready for six months cold weather. We were next. Our future boating plans hinged on a successful hull survey. We could overcome all of the interior problems, but a rusty and weakened hull would be a bridge too far. Cynthia was her usual positive self. “The hull will be fine. You’ll see. The rest of the boat is in pretty good condition. Why should the hull be any different?” I could think of a dozen reasons why.

Pretty good condition for an old girl

Pretty good condition for an old girl

The hull hadn’t been painted for a number of years. The boat had been moored at a yacht club for a decade plugged into the shore supply along with two dozen other boats doing the same. I didn’t know if Dik Trom had anodes or, if it did, what condition they would be in. In such an environment, without anodes, the hull could suffer from electrical leakage. The crane lift could reveal a hull pitted and corroded beyond affordable repair. The boat was thirty four years old. A lot could go wrong in three and a half decades. So many things could compromise the hull’s integrity. As the crane slowly lifted Dik Trom from the canal’s murky water I could hardly breathe. This was it, the moment of truth. Permanent boating within a few shorts weeks or another twelve months enduring bad tempered drivers, over enthusiastic police officers, narrow roads and endless stress. As the crane’s lifting straps creaked under Dik Trom’s ten tonnes, I held my breath.

The hull surprised us all. A thin layer of slippery algae covered a hull free of bits, blemishes or any other sign of decay. Subject to Cynthia and I being able to come to an agreement about the survey faults, we were looking at our new home.

Surveyor Tom carefully examines the hull

Surveyor Tom carefully examines the hull

Walter has been both charming and accommodating. He brought in an electrician to fix the electrical problems. The odd depth sounder readings are probably due to a build up of dirt. We’ll take the boat out of the water some time in the next six months to clean and repaint the hull. We’ll clean the depth sounder while we’re at it. If that works, great. If not, being without a depth sounder on Europe’s inland waterways isn’t going to be much of a problem.

The central heating system still isn’t working. The pump is currently the prime suspect. We may have to wait a week before a new pump arrives from the German factory. If that doesn’t work, Walter will buy a new Eberspacher diesel burner. Both Cynthia and I are secretly hoping that the new pump doesn’t work. The current burner is thirty four years old. We can’t imagine it lasting much longer.

We’re in Maastricht today, three days cruise from Antwerp. The boat is still on its mooring waiting for the central heating repair. We’ve driven here in the Hymer to look for a winter mooring. We’ve found one at beautiful Maastricht marina. We’re heard and read much about the city. It would make a good winter home. Maastricht marina is within biking distance of the city centre. It’s pretty, quiet, and dirt cheap. If we commit to five months, we’ll have to pay just €2.40 (£2.12) a day. All we have to do today is establish whether we’ll be allowed to live on board. The Dutch are much more relaxed about owners living on marina moorings full time, but not all marina owners allow it. We hope that this one does.

Then there’s the small matter of actually getting the boat across Belgium to Maastricht. I understand that a VHF radio is required if a VHF radio is installed. Dik Trom has two working VHF radios, which is good. Not being able to operate one or having a license to do so is not so good.

I’ll be stepping outside my comfort zone again, and I don’t like it, but I’m sure that in future years I’ll remember our maiden voyage fondly. All I need to do at the moment is to make sure that I’m legal for our maiden voyage.

Does anyone have any idea where I can get a short range certificate for VHF/DSC before the end of next week?


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How NOT to Leave a Windy Mooring

 

We’re off the water now, and neither of us is very happy about it.

Our late September priority was to put Julisa to bed. I’m constantly amazed at the volume of stuff we can shoehorn into our little boat, and the even smaller wheeled box we spend our winters in. We slaved for the best part of a day transferring our meagre possessions from boat to motorhome, alternately baking in the September sun and dodging heavy showers.

We also had a number of minor repairs to attend to. One of the most pressing was looking for a reasonably priced sailmaker to restitch Julisa’s two cockpit covers. On a cruise earlier in the year we stopped at a high end canalside chandler near Leiden. I don’t know why we bothered. ‘Posh’ is always expensive. We were quoted €250 to restitch just one of the two covers. The sailmaker didn’t really appear bothered whether we accepted the price or not. Sailmaking and repairing is a high demand profession in the Netherlands with its profusion of sailboats, cruisers with cockpit covers, and expensive open day boats which spend half of the year under wraps.

Cynthia insisted that we look further afield. She found a sailmaker a pleasant half hour drive away who was happy to restitch both covers for the same price we were quoted in Leiden for just one. We plan to collect the repaired canvas when we return to Leiden next spring.

Once the boat was empty, I set to with a vacuum cleaner inside and a soft bristled brush outside. Thoroughly cleaning the boat’s exterior highlighted this season’s battle scars; scrapes on the starboard side gunnel towards the bow where the then fenderless boat slid along a lock wall, abrasion on both port and starboard gunnels from rubbing centre lines, and a bare metal gouge caused by inept helmsmanship on a particularly windy day.

We had moored overnight beneath Muiden’s medieval castle in preparation for a long day’s cruise to Amstelveen on the outskirts of Amsterdam. The early morning weather as we prepared for our journey was foul. Heavy rain bounced inches off our flimsy canvas cockpit roof. White capped waves marched into the mouth of the river Vecht past our sheltered marina mooring. Nothing moved on a popular waterway normally teeming with boats.

My marine weather app indicated that the wind was force six on the Beaufort Scale, described rather misleadingly as a ‘strong breeze’. The mischievous breeze didn’t know its own strength. It pushed us sideways out of the marina, and then the wind and the waves conspired together to slam us hard against the marina’s wooden refueling quay, which was just as well because we needed to top up our nearly empty two hundred litre tank.

After quickly securing Julisa with the centre line, I spent an unpleasant ten minutes making small talk with the harbourmaster’s wife as we tried to shelter from torrential horizontal rain under a wind-whipped golfing umbrella.

With the howling wind still forcing our vulnerable white painted steel against the quay’s uneven timber, I knew that Cynthia and I needed to work both quickly and seamlessly as a team if we stood any chance of gaining the river centre without incident. Because I am the consummate professional, I gave Cynthia precise instructions before we attempted to move.

“The wind’s blowing really hard now. We’re going to have to act very quickly to get away from the quay. Listen to me carefully. When I tell you to go, push the bow thruster lever to the right. That will move our bow away from the side. I’ll push the stern to stop it from swinging into the quay as the bow swings out.

“As soon as the bow is pointing towards the channel, quickly push the Morse control forward until the gauge registers 1,000rpm. Don’t worry about me. I know what I’m doing. I’ll jump on board as the boat moves away.

“It’s very important that you do exactly as I tell you. If you don’t, we’re going to be slammed back into the quay. Do you understand?”

Cynthia looked at me with disdain and growing apprehension. She had known what to do before I’d said a word. The only thing I had achieved was to frighten the life out of her.  

Ever professional, I made sure that everything was in order before we launched ourselves into the wind.

Centre line undone and secured so that it couldn’t fall in the water and foul the propeller?

Check.

Fuel cap secured and the fuel cap key hung back on its hook?

Check.

The engine turned on and in gear?

Check.

Cynthia at the helm waiting for my signal?

Check.

Everything was in order. I waited for the wind to drop slightly, pushed the stern away from the rough wooden quay, and shouted loudly so that Cynthia could hear me over the rain pounding the canvas inches above her head.

“OK. Bow thruster to the right now. Go, GO, GO!”

The bow moved out, but not as quickly or as far as I expected. The wind must have been stronger than I thought to defeat our powerful bow thruster. We couldn’t afford to wait any longer though. I could feel the gale increasing again.

“Right. Push the Morse control forward quickly. No, quicker than that. We need to go NOW!”

Cynthia did exactly as she was told. The boat surged forward as I leapt on board. I allowed myself a self congratulatory smile as our 106hp Peugeot engine drove us powerfully away from the quay.

My smugness didn’t last very long.

The boat skewed to the left and ploughed back into the wooden walkway we’d just left. I was thrown onto my knees by the force of the impact.

I wasn’t at all happy.

“What happened? I told you to push the bow thruster to the right. Did you push it to the left by mistake?”

“Of course I didn’t. I know my left from my right! That’s my right hand. I’ve had it for seventy years, and that,” Cynthia pointed at the foam crested waves surging down the river’s main channel, ‘is where I was heading”.

Still suspecting that Cynthia had suffered from temporary panic induced confusion, I jumped back onto the quay, and walked quickly towards the bow.

The real cause of the accident was immediately apparent.

As we had pulled onto the quay before refuelling, while I secured Julisa using the centre line, the harbourmaster’s wife, unknown to me, had secured the bow line as well. The bow was still anchored firmly to the quay as we moved off. Failing to notice her tying the line was no excuse. Failing to check all the mooring lines before we set off was a schoolboy error.

Cynthia looked at me. I pointed to the still taught bow rope. She shook her head in dismay and looked away.

My poor wife has a lot to put up with.

A Dutch boat for sale - We liked this one until we saw the rust

A Dutch boat for sale – We liked this one until we saw the rust

Ninety euros for a pair of ball fenders was enough to prevent any further damage to the gunnels during our remaining lock passages this season. Less overconfidence and more careful pre cruise checks prevented any further silly mistakes, but we couldn’t do much about tied centres lines abrading the gunnel paintwork.

I don’t like using the centre lines to moor, but sometimes we don’t have a choice. Anchor points at overnight moorings this season have often been either missing or spaced wrongly for our boat length. We’ve had to use the centre lines.

One solution to prevent future damage to the paintwork is to have stainless steel strips fitted over the areas on each side of the boat where the centre lines rub. That will be done this winter while Julisa is out of the water, as will repairs to the other gouges, scuffs and scrapes.

Hull maintenance was much easier and cheaper on my narrowboat. A few dabs with a bitumen covered brush would have been enough. Julisa is a beautiful lady, but she’s very high maintenance.

She’s high maintenance, but we miss her. Even though she’s only 9.5m (31’) long, she feels so much more spacious than the slightly smaller 7.7m (25’) length that we’re crammed into now.

Our last Dutch lift bridge in 2017

Our last Dutch lift bridge in 2017

I mourn the lack of space more than Cynthia, but it’s not just about the space.

Travelling by water is so much less stressful than travelling by road, especially for us. I have to do all the driving. Cynthia can’t drive the five and a half tonne Hymer on her American license. She would have to take a UK driving test for the C1 (3.5 tonne to 7.5 tonne) category. Even if she took and passed this test, we would have increased insurance premiums to consider. Insurers aren’t keen on anyone over the age of seventy driving large motorhomes. The increased premium would probably be prohibitive so, for as long as we own the motorhome, I will remain constantly at the wheel.

Cynthia dislikes the situation just as much as me. She knows that I find the driving stressful, and she’s frustrated because she can’t share the workload with me. She can on the waterways, although she doesn’t need to very often.

Cruising on a boat is very relaxing, especially now that we’re used to the busy Dutch waterways, and keeping out of the way of the occasional towering commercial barge. During the summer months I wished that the boat had an outside helm, a flybridge. I remembered my summer narrowboat cruises with great fondness, perched on cabin top padded seat, shiny brass tiller in my hand as I soaked up the sun.

Towards the end of the season, as more and more open day boats passed carrying shivering passengers trying to hide from heavy rain and icy winds, Julisa’s heated and covered cockpit was far more appealing.

Driving onto a train at Calais

Driving onto a train at Calais

Both covered and open steering positions on a boat appeal to me now. I’m stuck behind the wheel of an unwieldy vehicle on often congested roads filled with inconsiderate and bad tempered drivers.

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We crossed the Dutch border into Belgium ten days ago.The roads immediately took a turn for the worse, as did the people we saw. The happy smiling Dutch were replaced by sullen and scowling faces, particularly among the teenagers. The problem with living in a country considered to be one of the happiest on Earth is that every other country is less friendly.

A French town which doesn't take its officials too seriously

A French town which doesn’t take its officials too seriously

At least the border crossing from the Netherlands to Belgium didn’t worry us. The crossing from France to England was a different kettle of fish.

Despite constant research over the last year, Cynthia and I are still nervous about border crossings outside mainland Europe. As an American citizen, Cynthia is allowed to stay in any Schengen country for up to thirty days without a visa. Any longer than that and she’s obliged to obtain a long stay visa.

However, according to a case we found documented online, Cynthia, because she’s married to an EU citizen (me), has the same right to roam in Europe as I do. That’s the theory anyway. The site which details the case warns that many border officials aren’t aware of the case. It advises printing out the case summary, and carrying it along with a marriage certificate. Ever prepared, Cynthia had all of the required documents neatly stored in a plastic folder in the Hymer’s glove compartment as we drove towards Eurotunnel’s security fence protected Calais terminal.

The first hurdle to overcome was getting the dogs booked in, something which has proven problematic in the past.

Tasha, our eldest basset, was refused entry when I crossed the channel last October. Although her documentation was current, there was a discrepancy between two dates on the passport. I had to leave her in Calais with Cynthia while I paid a lightning visit to the UK to obtain specialist travel insurance.

Our Dutch vet issued a replacement passport for Tasha last month, and a new passport for Abbie. On last week’s crossing, Tasha’s passport was fine, but there was a date discrepancy on Abbie’s brand new passport.

On this occasion, the French official was unusually flexible. Because we had all of Abbie’s documentation with us from her flight from Philadelphia to Amsterdam in August, Abbie was allowed through. However, we were warned that she would be refused if the dates were still incorrect on her next crossing.

With that out of the way, we checked into the terminal, and then crawled through the French border control checkpoint. We were waved through without a second glance. All that remained was an expected brief drive through the UK’s border control checkpoint.

The fun started when the kiosk officer checked Cynthia’s passport and spotted last year’s deportation stamp.

Cynthia, retired flight crew for American Airlines, has flown into the UK more time than most people have had hot dinners. When she flew into Heathrow in 2015 with the intention of marrying me, she didn’t think twice about required paperwork.

Nor did I.

She knew that she was allowed to stay in the UK for up to six months without a visa. What she didn’t know was that the rules change if you intend to marry within those six months.

After skipping happily up to Heathrow border control and announcing to all and sundry that she couldn’t wait to marry her lovely English fiance – her feelings might possibly have changed by now – she was told that she couldn’t enter the UK without the correct documentation. She was given a seven day stay of execution, and was then sent back to the USA to obtain a ridiculously expensive marriage visit visa.

She secured the visa, but we didn’t marry in the UK due to complications. We then tried again, and failed again, in Denmark. We finally married in Vermont.

It’s a complicated story complicated further by our European attempts to get Cynthia’s passport surname changed from Schultz to Smith. It was a painful and frustrating affair which saw us visiting, or making appointments with, American consulates in Amsterdam, Madrid and Marseilles. Cynthia finally succeeded in Marseilles. When we arrived at Calais, she proudly held her new passport in her grubby little hand, which caused no end of problems.

Her new American passport contained no European entry or exit stamps.

We were waved out of the line of traffic and into an empty bay close to the UK border control office. I was worried. Cynthia was her normal super confident and eternally optimistic self. I tried to bring her down to my level.

“This is a serious situation. We have to prepare for the worst. You could be deported. Be very careful what you say to whoever questions us. These officials don’t have much of a sense of humour”.

Just as I finished talking, a stern faced officer drew level with Cynthia’s sliding passenger window. From the look on his face, I suspected that he was suffering from very painful piles. His scowl deepened when Cynthia slid her window wide open, leaned through the gap, looked him in the eye and asked, “Do you want fries with that?”

He wasn’t impressed.

After an hour of intensive questioning followed by half an hour on the phone in his office, he mellowed slightly. “Your deportation put a marker on your passport. Your convoluted marriage and unusual lifestyle further complicated the situation. You’re free to go, but make sure that the next time we see you, you have a residence permit for one of the countries you visit in Europe”.

We think we can secure a residence permit in the Netherlands,  All we have to do is get back into France next week to start the process.

Cynthia admires the Wife Cliffs of Dover

Cynthia admires the Wife Cliffs of Dover

We’ve been back in the UK now for over a week. Much as I’ve enjoyed returning to Calcutt Boats to visit my extended narrowboat family, we’re not particularly enjoying our stay.

While I regularly moan about stress caused by trying to keep a large motorhome on the right side of narrow country lanes and high mountain roads, at least there are plenty of beautiful places to park free of charge in mainland Europe.

Each of our evening stops in England has been on £20 a night campsites.

We stopped in a Gloucester pub car park one night. The parking was free, but we were obliged to eat in their very pleasant restaurant. The only truly free overnight parking has been at Calcutt Boats. Thank you Roger, Rosemary and Matt Preen for your enthusiastic welcome and continued generosity.

One of the reasons for returning to the UK was to have some long overdue warranty work done to the Hymer. We bought the vehicle from Oaktree Motorhomes in Nottingham in March 2016. While we’ve been away, we’ve had a few problems. The galley mixer tap disintegrated, we had a skylight roof leak, the alternator and the hot water supply failed, both headlights failed on separate occasions and, soon after the last headlight failure, our fuel tank gauge malfunctioned, and the odometer developed a mind of its own. Rather than clocking up kilometres driven, the odometer increased the vehicle’s total mileage a the rate of one kilometre every second or two, regardless of whether the Hymer was moving or not.

Our new basset Abby finally visits England

Our new basset Abby finally visits England

We have now discovered, perhaps not surprisingly, that visiting French garages after the mechanics have enjoyed two hour liquid lunches is not a particularly good idea.

On one occasion, immediately after French mechanics changed a headlight bulb, the headlights blinked whenever the indicators were used. We took the Hymer back to them. The problem was eventually resolved by the combined efforts of six mechanics on a Friday afternoon. We didn’t notice the associated odometer or fuel gauge problems until two days and many hundreds of miles later. By then, we were too far away to return to the garage which caused the problem.

On another occasion, a mechanic at a different garage changed a water pump for us. After experiencing problems with our water supply, on the advice of Oaktree Motorhomes, we asked the same company to make sure that the pump had a non return valve on it to prevent water in the Hymer’s boiler from draining back into the cold water tank. I don’t know what the French garage did to fix it, but the hot water supply worked briefly and then failed again. This week, Oaktree Motorhomes discovered that the pump fitted in France didn’t in fact have a non return valve. Earlier in the year, after the French pump bodge, we took the Hymer to a Dutch garage to rectify poor water pressure. They discovered that the pump fitted in France had also been wired incorrectly.

The Oaktree fitters spent half a day trying to get to the bottom of our electrical problem. They tried, but they failed. They told us that the electrical system requires extensive investigation which will take time that they don’t have. Oaktree Motorhomes have been voted as one of the best companies to deal with in the country. They sell a lot of motorhomes. Because of that, their fitters and mechanics are busy checking up to fifteen motorhomes sold by the company every week. They simply don’t have time for lengthy electrical investigation, or to dismantle gearboxes to rectify leaks.

The gearbox leak was an added bonus, discovered while Oaktree investigated the odometer oddities. In addition to the fluid oozing out of the gearbox, there’s a slight engine oil leak.

Oh the joy of motorhome ownership!

Oaktree didn’t have time to deal with the leaks on the day, and we don’t have enough time to take the Hymer anywhere else before returning to the continent. We’ll have to find a company there to fix the leaks somewhere in mainland Europe. The nominated garage certainly won’t be in France.

During our recent travels, we have continued our search for a bigger boat, a boat which we can live on full time, and hopefully leave the stresses and strains of life on the road far behind.

We’ve found one or two likely candidates in England. Unfortunately, they aren’t quite as competitively priced as similar sized boats on the continent. We would also have to consider the cost and logistics of getting it onto the European network.

Peter Coupland, a knowledgeable English broker we’ve been swapping emails with recently told us…

“The cost of bringing a boat back to mainland Europe always works out to be circa £3,000 including fuel as the Insurance companies now require 3 persons on board, 2 being qualified and one other. There is the daily rate for the crew and then all expenses including getting them back to their base or starting point. There will be no more crossings this year I am afraid as the weather windows are few and far between now and there will be too much waiting time for good weather.”

Three thousand pounds would be too much out of our budget. We would rather spend the shipping money on a big bank of long life batteries and a large solar array to keep the batteries topped up. We’ll focus on boats in the Netherlands from now on.

We’ll head south later today, enduring a couple of hours of motorway driving on our way to tomorrow’s MOT. The MOT and renewing our ridiculously expensive travel insurance are the last two items on our UK to do list.

All we will need to do then is to formulate a plan for the coming winter. Boat searching in the Netherlands or basking in the sun on France’s Mediterranean coast are the two most likely outcomes. I prefer basking in the sun, but if enduring a cold and wet winter allows us to move back onto the water full time, we’ll probably head north from Calais.


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Super Favorite 950AK Dutch Cruiser For Sale

 

After a frustratingly slow start, we have enjoyed a wonderful summer on the beautiful Dutch inland waterways network. We’ve cruised nine hundred kilometres on easy to navigate waterways through delightful towns and villages, including one rather scary but fascinating passage through Amsterdam harbour.

Our time on the water here has surpassed my wildest expectations. Of course, because I worry too much, I expected problems with the language, waterways signage, lock and bridge operation, finding waterside facilities and moorings, and just boating in a foreign country in general.

None of it was warranted.

The Netherlands is a wonderful place to live and cruise. Did you know that the Dutch are considered to be both the tallest and one of the happiest races on the planet?

We spent Friday evening with two French Canadian couples at a Leiden restaurant. Pierre, Claire, Bernard and Louise have been boating in the Netherlands for the last seven years on the Dutch cruiser they share. During the course of the evening we compared cruising notes.

We agreed that the Dutch are a very civilized bunch. They enjoy good food and they like to drink, but they always do it quietly, and with the greatest respect for those around them. If anyone’s making a noise while they’re enjoying a drink or two, they’re likely to be foreign tourists.

During our winter in France we often saw homeless men and women congregating in public, gripping cans of strong lager or bottles of wine in their grimy little hands. We haven’t witnessed that kind of behaviour once in the Netherlands. Nor have we seen any of the anti social behaviour so common in either the UK or the USA.

Graffiti is rare, vandalism is almost nonexistent, and antisocial behaviour is a rarity. When I think back on Friday and Saturday nights in England, I remember the streets of towns and cities filled with noise and staggering youth. Youngsters in the Netherlands are, at their worst, slightly boisterous.

On several occasions in the last year, on either the boat or in the Hymer, we have been parked or moored near groups of lively teenagers in the early evening. In the UK, I would expect the noise to increase as the evening progressed until the din reached such a volume that I would feel the need to either complain to the offenders, and run the risk of facing a barrage of verbal or physical abuse, or move to somewhere quieter.

In the Netherlands, I don’t worry about early evening activity at all. On virtually every occasion the youngsters have tidied up and left by 11pm at the latest. It’s a very refreshing change.

We’ve enjoyed the Netherlands, and we’ve enjoyed our boat, which is a shame, because we’re going to sell her.

Julisa is a superbly equipped boat for living afloat during the spring, summer and autumn months. We’ve enjoyed our time on her so much that we want to return to living afloat full time.

Unfortunately, we can’t do that on Julisa.

Julisa’s only fault as far as I am concerned is that she lacks insulation. She has an effective central heating system, a system which is wonderful for a day like today when rain has been hammering on the roof for hours on end, but one which would struggle in the depths of winter.

For that reason, and that reason alone, we have decided to part with her. We’re not going to list her with a broker yet. Part of me hopes that we don’t find a buyer so that we can enjoy her in 2018 for one final season.

The problem is that we think we’ve found the perfect boat for us. It’s a 16m barge currently moored in Belgium. We’re going to view ther at the end of this month. Whether we decide to move forward with that purchase or not, we will need to sell Julisa in order to upgrade to a bigger boat.

Sooner or later, our beloved Julisa will have to go.

Our first sight of Julisa in the water

Our first sight of Julisa in the water

On the off chance that a newsletter reader, maybe you, is interested in a wonderful and economical boat for three season cruising in Europe, I’ll tell you a little about her.

Vital statistics

Name: Julisa
Type: Super Favorite AK
Year of Construction: 1975
Built by: Van Kleef
Length: 9.70m (32’)
Width: 3.20m (10’6”)
Depth: 0.95m (3’1”)
Air Draught: 2.45m  (8’0”)
Building Material: Steel with mahogany superstructure

Engine: Peugeot Indenor Diesel 106 hp (economical 1.59 litres per hour at usual 2,000rpm/10.5 kph/6.5mph/5.7 knots)
Motor Number: 0562 690055 indenor AS106 OM
Engine hours: 3,891

Super Favorite’s are a striking and very popular boat in the Netherlands, especially with members of the thriving Super Favorite club. They are beautiful “ships”, as most boats are known to the Dutch, which usually have white painted steel hulls and mahogany cabins.

We purchased Julisa from a Dutch flower seller. His business dictated that he spent most of the summer months working rather than cruising. He took Julisa out for just three weekends in 2016.

He had much more free time in the winter when Julisa was stored in a cavernous and almost clinically clean warehouse. He spent that time painting, varnishing and buffing the boat to shiny perfection.

Regardless of the negligible engine hours, the engine was serviced every year. Everything on the boat was in first class condition when we purchased her in April 2017. Despite the boat’s first class appearance, we had a pre purchase survey done. All of the surveyors recommendations have been dealt with, which were as follows.

  • There was one small sign of rust under the floor in the aft cabin – That area has been treated and painted.
  • There was a little play in the steering gear – The steering gear has been tightened.
  • The cockpit canopy stitching needed attention – Both canopy sections will be restitched as soon as we have Julisa wrapped up for the winter sometime in the next two weeks.
  • There was a connection for a propane gas cylinder inside a sealed cockpit cupboard. Boats in the UK have to have gas stored in an exterior self draining locker. No such regulations apply in the Netherlands, but I suggested to the surveyor that the installation was a risk. He agreed, so I had the connection removed.
  • The surveyor considered the most serious problem to be the ringing noise which he identified at 1,800rpm. He suggested that there might be a problem with the engine. Before I had the engine professionally assessed, I had a look myself. I am far from being mechanically competent, but I resolved this “serious” issue almost immediately.

    The previous owner had hung a metal handled plastic bucket over the drive shaft to catch grease dripping from the stern gland. The ringing noise disappeared as soon as I removed the bucket.

Julisa is a good length on a waterways network where moorings are charged by length. The current rate is roughly €1 per metre per night on paid moorings, although there are unlimited number of moorings which are free of charge. We have used paid moorings for an average of one every four days this year. We use the paid moorings to give the battery bank a boost, empty our cassette toilet, use laundry facilities, or to have a shower.

Having our old sea toilet outlet over plated

Having our old sea toilet outlet over plated

Julisa’s minimal air draught is a huge advantage too.

In the UK, 57’ is the acknowledged ‘go anywhere’ length. In the Netherlands, air draught is far more important than length. Many of the moveable bridges are 2.5m or slightly higher. On a half day cruise we often need to negotiate twenty or thirty bridges. Many of them will be close to 2.5m. Boats higher than Julisa, and there are many, have to wait for up to 15-20 minutes before the bridge keeper opens the bridge for them. Julisa simply slides underneath. There is a ball topped varnished length of dowel fitted to Julisa’s bow with a strong spring. If the ball fits under the bridge, so will the highest point, the cockpit.

Julisa’s low profile has saved us many hours of frustrating bridge waiting.

Also at the bow is Julisa’s 200 litre water tank. It’s small by many boats standards, but our onboard water supply has always been more than enough for us. When we stop at a yacht club or marina, we top up then. Despite eating three cooked meals a day, and therefore washing dishes three times a day, we have never come close to running out of water, even with guests on board.

The Head

Headroom: Not much, but as you spend most of your time seated in this room, you don’t need much.

The smallest room in the house

The smallest room in the house

The smallest room on board, the toilet, for non boaters, is actually quite small on Julisa. There’s no shower on board so the head, which is just behind the water tank, is big enough for our single Porta Potti toilet and a small washbasin. There’s not enough room to swing a cat around in here, but that’s probably not something you want to do when you’re sitting on the throne.

The toilet’s black water tank holds 20 litres. It’s small, but plenty big enough with careful management. Our black water tank is rarely more than two thirds filled when we arrive at a marina.

The bow thruster is accessible through a floor hatch in front of the toilet. Not that we’ve ever had need to access it. The powerful bow thruster is very handy for turning on tight canals. We found it particularly useful when, in error, I took us onto a canal with very low fixed bridges which stopped us dead in our tracks. Julisa’s length, and the bow thruster which allows the boat to turn in its own length, enabled us to turn around on a canal barely wider than we are long, rather than reversing for a couple of miles.

The bow thruster is also very handy for holding station on windy days on the relatively rare occasions that we have to wait for bridges.

There is a large ceiling hatch for ventilation.

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Galley

Headroom 6’2”

The galley is behind the head. Cynthia likes to cook. She manages quite happily with our four burner propane hob. Propane is supplied by a 10kg cylinder in an external locker above the swim step. We also keep a smaller spare smaller cylinder on board in a cockpit cupboard.

A compact but very user friendly galley

A compact but very user friendly galley

There are two 12v 60 litre fridges on board. Cynthia enjoys cooking, and she enjoys cooking with fresh produce. There’s bags of storage space on board, so the loss of a couple of galley shelves to house the new fridge was no big deal, nor does the additional fridge’s electrical draw bother us because of the size of our battery bank.

Plenty of work space in the compact galley

Plenty of work space in the compact galley

Another view of the galley showing the sexy main cabin roof

Another view of the galley showing the sexy main cabin roof

There is a cold water tap in the galley as well as the head. Both are gravity fed, so there’s no problem with water pumps failing or freezing in the winter. Julisa doesn’t have hot water on board, but life is not a problem without it. We have a large flask we keep in the galley, topped up with boiling water heated in the kettle. A water heater is just one more thing to go wrong when you’re cruising.

Dinette

Headroom: 6’ 2”
Converted dinette double bed: Length 6’4”, Width 4’5”
Converted bench seat single bed: Length 6’4”, Width 2’2” Both Cynthia and I have slept on this, at separate times I might add, and found it very comfortable.

The boat’s very comfortable seating area is behind the galley. We have been surprised by just how many boats, often much larger than Julisa, don’t have anywhere comfortable to sit.

Julisa has a Pullman dinette which comfortably seats four adults. In fact, we spent one very enjoyable evening with four adults sitting at the table, and two large basset hounds sleeping under it.

Sunday morning breakfast on the main cabin dinette

Sunday morning breakfast on the main cabin dinette

Sunday night rest, also on the main cabin dinette

Sunday night rest, also on the main cabin dinette

There is a bench seat opposite the dinette which would comfortably hold another three or four people, not that we’ve tried.

The main cabin bench seat is also...

The main cabin bench seat is also…

...a very comfortable single bed

…a very comfortable single bed

Both the dinette and the bench seat convert into beds. Two people can sleep very comfortably on the dinette double bed, and another on the bench seat conversion. We’ve used both beds ourselves and enjoyed very restful nights. In fact, the dinette base makes a very spacious place to sleep.

Space beneath the dinette seats and the bench seat, and the space beneath the central walkway, provide ample storage.

For electrical devices, there are four 220v sockets in the main cabin, plus one cigarette style 12v charge which I use to charge my MacBook. The MacBook charger also has two USB ports, so we can keep our phones charged from the same 12v point.

There is an opening window and a ceiling hatch in the galley for ventilation.

Cockpit

The cockpit is accessed via two steps up from the main cabin. These have storage space under them including, a particular favourite of mine, space for ten bottles of wine or beer.

The cockpit table is perfect for summer lunches

The cockpit table is perfect for summer lunches

Beneath well insulated panels in the cockpit floor is the boat’s 106hp Peugeot engine. The engine is easily accessible via these panels, which makes essential pre cruise checks a breeze. We have been constantly surprised by the engine’s inaccessibility on other boats we’ve looked at.  In fact, one boat had an engine which was virtually impossible to get to.

Looking from the aft cabin forward

Looking from the aft cabin forward

The trawler style cruiser at a boat brokerage in Loosdrecht had its engine under cockpit floor. This is quite normal. However, a bench seat incorporating a second fridge had been built into the cockpit. The fridge was such a tight fit that it protruded slightly over the edge of the opening side of the hatch above the engine.

I tried and failed to move the fridge enough to open the hatch. I asked the brokerage harbour master to open it for me. He failed too, and then admitted that, on the one other occasion that brokerage staff had been anywhere near the engine, they had to take the fridge cabinet apart.

Easy access to the engine bay is essential, but not always easy. Julisa’s engine bay is easier to access than most.

Julisa's super reliable 106hp Peugeot engine

Julisa’s super reliable 106hp Peugeot engine

The boat’s two battery banks are also beneath the cockpit floor. When we bought Julisa, the domestic bank was a mess of mismatched and different aged lead acid batteries. I had them all replaced with a new bank of four 160ah long life maintenance free AGM batteries. I left the almost new 95ah starter battery in place.

A very substantial leisure battery bank (plus the starter battery on the right)

A very substantial leisure battery bank (plus the starter battery on the right)

Julisa had a woefully inadequate 300w inverter when we moved on board. That’s now been upgraded to a Victron Phoenix 1600 model, which caters for all our electrical needs, including Cynthia’s hair dryer and her Vitamix food blender and, the most essential of onboard kitchen tools, our coffee grinder.

The Victron inverter and Allpa battery charger

The Victron inverter and Allpa battery charger

The under cockpit floor space is also home to Julisa’s Eberspacher central heating unit. We tested the central heating during the sea trial. It didn’t work. The owner agreed to pay for half of the cost of a new Eberspacher heater if the installed model couldn’t be repaired. It couldn’t, so the boat now boasts a brand new and very reliable air blown central heating system. As I write this, the temperature outside is a rather chilly early autumn eight degrees. Inside, it’s a very comfortable twenty degrees.

The brand new Eberspacher heater

The brand new Eberspacher heater

The engine bay is both clean and spacious. The bilge is dry with no signs of rust. The Peugeot Indenor engine was extensively refurbished a few years ago – I don’t know exactly when – and currently has 3,891 hours on the clock. We’ve cruised 900km over 175 hours this year at just under 6 knots. I suspect that, if we push the pedal to the metal, we would get another 2-3 knots out of her. On occasion, in order to make a bridge which has just raised, we’ve raced forward. The engine hasn’t missed a beat. There are no signs of leaks, either oil or water, and the exhaust is smoke free.

In addition to the engine’s reliability, it’s also extremely economical. On waterways where boats using 20 litres of diesel an hour aren’t unusual, and craft drinking 4-5 litres an hour are common, Julisa’s negligible 1.6l consumption for a 106hp engine is rare.

Soundproofing is all important when you’re sitting on top of the engine as you cruise. Julisa’s engine bay is very well insulated, which means that we can barely hear the Eberspacher when it’s running either.

Julisa is a joy to drive. She’s very responsive, ‘turns on a tanner’, as my grandfather used to say – I eventually discovered that he meant the vehicle had a very tight turning circle – and from the helm, the steerer has 360’ visibility, handy when negotiating Dutch waterways on a sunny Sunday afternoon with countless perfectly maintained and ridiculously expensive day boats whizzing by on both sides.

The engine controls and gauges are both simple and reliable. There’s an accurate fuel gauge for the 200 litre tank, a tachometer, which I’ve calibrated as a speedometer, engine temperature gauge – it’s reassuringly predictable. The temperature rises slowly over half an hour and then sticks at eighty degrees regardless of the length of the cruising day – and a Victron battery monitor which I had installed in April this year.

The battery monitor is an essential tool for helping prolong battery life. The monitor displays a number of readings. The most useful to me is the current leisure bank state of charge. At a glance, I can tell if and when I need to run the engine to supplement the roof mounted 400whd solar array or connect to a shore supply. The current leisure battery bank, also installed in April, should last 7-10 years with careful management. The Victron monitor allows for very careful management indeed.

The engine speed is determined by a simple Morse control, similar to UK narrowboats.

The is an opening window in front of the helm equipped with wipers. After half a decade standing on the back of a narrowboat open to the elements, sitting in a comfortable chair warm and dry on the coldest and wettest days while I steer is still something of a novelty, and a very welcome one at that.

The cockpit roof is waterproof blue canvas. It can be removed on fine days for al fresco cruising, as can the rear cockpit hood. I have to admit, I was a little concerned about the practicality of a cloth top, knowing that the Dutch weather was similar to that in England, and that we could expect a reasonable amount of rain during our cruising year. Actually, we had very little rain this year until this month.

The cockpit waterproofing was well and truly tested in September, including thirty six hours of torrential rain earlier this week. In all that time, we had three drips through a seam where the stitching had perished. Both canopies will be professionally restitched at the end of this month.

The cockpit offers more very comfortable seating. There’s a comfortable L shaped seat on the starboard side large enough for four people, and another on the port side which will seat two. There is extensive storage space under the seats, in the engine bay, and in cupboards along both sides.

Aft Cabin

Headroom: 5’0”
Double bed: Length 6’2”, Width 3’11”
Single bed: Length, 6’2”, Width 2’8”

This is where Cynthia and I usually sleep. There isn’t much headroom, but that doesn’t matter because neither of us sleep standing up. Once again, there is plenty of storage space. In fact, we use the single bed in the aft cabin for storage too. We keep our two folding bikes in their protective cloth bags on the single bed. They’re much safer there than they are outside and they are protected from the elements.

The aft cabin double bed

The aft cabin double bed

The aft cabin single bed

The aft cabin single bed

There is a small skylight in the aft cabin for ventilation.

Outside

There is an anchor securely stored on the bow, and more than enough chain and rope to go with it.

The boat’s two solar panels are mounted on the deck above the dinette flush with the roof.

To the rear of the boat is a swim step. The Dutch are very fond of swimming in their lakes, rivers and canals. Given their fondness for discharging black waste in the crystal clear waterways, I’m not keen on following their example. If I did, I certainly wouldn’t be swimming with my mouth open.

We use the swim step for storing a boat cleaning brush, a gangplank for rare difficult moorings, and the mast and sail for the boat’s Pirate dinghy. The dinghy hangs securely from davits above the swim step. It’s equipped with a pair of oars for leisurely evening rowing on tranquil lakes (I sometimes sneak a bottle of beer on board to aid my solo rowing expeditions and occasional meditation, but don’t tell Cynthia!)

Jos adjusts the davits for our new dinghy

Jos adjusts the davits for our new dinghy

At the moment, Cynthia isn’t keen on selling the dinghy, but she might change her mind.

Mooring

Julisa is a wonderful boat, but she’s not suitable for living on board full time, which is the only reason we are selling her.

When she’s not being used, she needs a mooring. There’s no shortage of moorings in the Netherlands, but the cost varies considerably.

Before we bought Julisa, we provisionally secured what we thought was an ideal mooring in Friesland. In hindsight, that wasn’t such a good idea. The Friesland moorings was at a pretty marina, but it was quite expensive, and it was in a remote section of the network. In order to reach new cruising territory, we would have to constantly chug along the same canal from the Netherland’s far north.

We decided to moor in Leiden instead.

Leiden is a charming and vibrant city, known by some as “Little Amsterdam” The city’s bewildering network of low bridged canals is a hive of activity in the summer months. Trip boats and countless private day boats ply the waterways at all times of the day and night, entertaining visitors to hundreds of canalside bars, cafes and restaurants.

Leiden is also at the heart of the network. This year, we’ve only explored a small fraction of the canals, rivers and lakes within a few days cruise of our base. We’re moored close to the centre of a vibrant city, but an hour’s cruise away to the north is an extensive area of lakes, polders and islands with some wonderful locations to anchor or moor for a day or two.

Leiden’s proximity to Schiphol airport is also an advantage. There is a train station inside the airport terminal with over 100 scheduled trains to Leiden every day, roughly one train every fifteen minutes. The journey itself takes less than half an hour. Leiden is very easy to reach from the UK.

An equally important consideration is the boatyard we moor at. Actually, calling it a boatyard is a bit of an exaggeration. Our mooring is owned by Jos van Galen and his charming wife Brenda. He has a yard will well equipped workshops and enough space for sixty boats on hardstanding.

Jos has looked after us very well this year. In addition to a first class finish to the alterations and improvements we asked him to do, he agreed to let us keep Julisa in his small yard over the winter for a very reasonable price. He also allowed us keep our motorhome in the yard during the summer.

We’ve had to interrupt our summer cruising for a variety of reasons this year. Each time we returned, he allowed us to moor on the little free space he has on the canal next to his yard, free of charge. He’s a good guy. I couldn’t think of a better place to moor our boat, or a better person to maintain and repair it for us.

We haven’t spoken to Jos yet, but I am sure that he would be happy for the new owner to store Julisa there too.

I think I’ve covered everything you need to know, apart from the price. We’re asking €39,950 for Julisa. It’s a fair price. I don’t know how many Super Favorite’s are still cruising on Dutch waters, but I think that there are several hundred. You won’t find many for sale though. They are very popular boats.

Here are some more external shots taken during our cruises this year…

Sunset at a yacht club in Aalsmeer

Sunset at a yacht club in Aalsmeer

A cosy floating home to return to

A cosy floating home to return to

A tranquil mooring for the night in Flavoland

A tranquil mooring for the night in Flavoland

On a Kaag inslaand mooring

On a Kaag island mooring

…and two more while the boat was on hardstanding having work done…

I wanted to paint on a mouth to make Julisa more shark like

I wanted to paint on a mouth to make Julisa more shark like

Having our old sea toilet outlet over plated

Having our old sea toilet outlet over plated

If you want to know anything else about Julisa, or would like to arrange a viewing, please either email me or phone me on +31 (0)659 619957.

Oh, I forgot to add that the sale price includes two days of orientation and helmsmanship training if required. The Dutch waterways may seem intimidating to anyone who hasn’t cruised overseas before. I know that the prospect worried me before we made the leap of faith. Cruising over here is actually very easy once you know how. All you need is someone to show you, and I’m your man!

Cruising Differences Between the Dutch and English Inland Waterways Part 2

 

We’ve seen more rain in the last week than we have all summer. In fact, I think that we saw more rain on Friday alone than we did all summer, which was a shame given that we cruised for eight hours.

Keverhaven Island Caretaker's Floating Home

Keverhaven Island Caretaker’s Floating Home

We’ve done a great deal of cruising since we left our mooring at Keverhaven last Sunday. Cynthia’s friend, Alex, flew into Schiphol from Boston last Sunday to spend a week with exploring the waterways with us. Two hundred and ten kilometres of cruising on through vast lakes, quiet canals and rivers, and two mercifully short crossings of the Amsterdam Rijnkanaal, the arterial waterway route between Amsterdam and Rotterdam.

Cynthia's friend Alex joins us for lunch at Muiden's Fort H

Cynthia’s friend Alex joins us for lunch at Muiden’s Fort H

As ever, cruising has been a pleasure, but we’ve had another frustrating episode with the Netherland’s automated bridge system. Although several Dutch boat owners have assured us that the system rarely, if ever, breaks down, we’ve been delayed four times now in the last three weeks.

The latest hiccough was on the Merwede Kanaal on the outskirts of Utrecht. An automated lift bridge which should have been in service showed two red lights, indicating that we weren’t going anywhere in a hurry. After chugging slowly in circles for quarter of an hour waiting for the lights to change, we decided to backtrack for a while and then try a slightly longer route through a commercial lock onto the mighty river Lek.

The lock keeper quickly put us off the idea.

We passed a long row of 3,000 tonne barges moored two abreast before tying precariously to a lock landing which dwarfed our little boat. I walked from the landing past two cavernous locks towards the distant lock keeper’s office.

The thought of taking Julisa through the two locks terrified me. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could. Rather than vertical, the lock sides were bowl shaped to accommodate the gigantic barges which used it. We wouldn’t be able to reach the lock walls to tie up. Even if we could, the post box sized bollards would be far too high above us to reach.

The locks clearly weren’t designed to accommodate boats less than a football pitch in length.

“You don’t want to bring that little boat in here.” the lock keeper laughed, looking at Julisa bobbing like a toy at the bottom of the lock landing. ‘You need to use the lock for sports boat at the far end of the canal,” he told us, pointing back the way we’d just come.

After explaining the bridge closure problem, he made a phone call. “It’s working now. The guy in the control room had to leave for a few minutes because of an emergency. Everything’s working now.”

A trip boat squeezes through a narrow bridge at Maarssen

A trip boat squeezes through a narrow bridge at Maarssen

Bridges and locks on English canals might be harder work, but at least you have a little more control over them.

The more I think about Dutch waterways automation, the more I miss English locks and bridges. English Locks especially offer wonderful opportunities to enjoy short breaks from what can become monotonous cruising over a long day. Depending on the time of day, and the time of the year, a lock passage can take anything from ten minutes to a couple of hours. It’s time which normally flies by thanks to inevitable interaction with a wide range of boaters and bystanders. Boaters especially are prepared, and sometimes far too keen, to share details of their journey or life to date. Striking up a conversation with someone at an English lock is a bit of a lottery, but one I’m always happy to take part in.

Once we’d backtracked again, and now running out of time, we approached the outskirts of Utrecht. With half an hour left before the city’s bridges closed for the day, we waited impatiently for one to open. After a ten minute wait, the bridge’s lights changed from red to red and green, an indication that the bridge was about to open. The bridge slowly raised until it was locked vertically. The lights remained on red and green, which meant that we still needed to wait. With no boats waiting on the far side of the bridge, we surged forward before it dropped again. Halfway through, an agitated voice blared from a nearby speaker. We were being reprimanded in Dutch for moving before the lights turned green. Cynthia suggested that we stop. I laughed. “We’re through now. What can they do?”

We found out what they could do five minutes later when we reached the next bridge, a bridge no doubt controlled by the same operator as the one we’d just illicitly raced through. A single red light means that the bridge is in service, but that boats need to wait. We waited, and we waited, and we waited. Fifteen minutes later we gave up. Our punishment for moving before we were supposed to was being held up by a bridge keeper with too much power, and being forced to moor on a scruffy section of canal in the commercial outskirts of Utrecht when all the bridges in the area closed for the day several minutes later.

With no official moorings between two now out of service bridges blocking our progress in any direction, we carefully nosed up to a grassy bank, making sure that we skirted piles of silt covered broken bricks visible less than a metre beneath our hull. We used two towering oak as mooring posts and then, for the rest of the evening, enjoyed staring at a graffiti covered wall on one side of the canal, and lycra clad, middle aged businessmen through floor to ceiling glass windows pounding treadmill mil

Bridge after bridge through Ultrecht

Bridge after bridge through Ultrecht

es in the Top Team Fitness Centre next to a busy mail road on the opposite side.

Cruising in the Netherlands isn’t always glamorous.

We were released from our low bridged prison early the following morning. We cruised north through Ultrech’s city centre along a sunken canal spanned by an endless series of low and narrow stone arches. It was one of the few occasions on the Dutch canals when I would have been more comfortable at the helm of a low narrowboat than a tall and fat Dutch cruiser.

While Cynthia and Alex marvelled at the city’s canalside architecture, I marvelled at my inability to breathe as we squeezed through and under one seemingly impassible bridge after another. Julisa negotiated the scary bridges unscathed. My underpants didn’t.

The final shock of the morning came when we passed under the last stone bridge and onto the landing of Weerdsluis, the lock allowing boaters from Utrecht onto the delightful river Vecht. We paid €5 for the five minute, one metre drop in height and then cruised north towards Loosdrecht and a second viewing of what we thought would be a suitable boat for us to live on full time.

Utrecht city centre's very narrow canal

Utrecht city centre’s very narrow canal

Sadly, we now realise that Dutch cruisers, regardless of their size, price or rough water handling capabilities, just aren’t up to the job. I understand that some of the more modern cruisers are fairly well insulated, but the relatively new cruisers large enough to live on full time are way above our price bracket.

The Dutch cruisers that we can afford generally aren’t insulated at all. The one we planned to view in Loosdrecht is one of them. The broker assured us that insulation could be retro fitted. I doubt that it can but, at the broker’s suggestion, I contacted a nearby boatyard to ask them to quote for the work. If the boatyard gets back to me at all, I expect a price too high for our modest means.

We’re back to searching online boat sales sites, hoping to find and insulated boat large enough to live on full time which doesn’t cost the Earth.

Taking of buying stuff, we topped up our diesel tank this week for the third time this season.

Our Peugeot 106hp engine is averaging 1.6 litres per hour at a cruising speed of ten kilometres per hour (6mph/ 5.2 knots) which, at current prices, means that our average fuel cost per cruising hour is €2.34 (£2.13).

We’re very happy with that. We need to make the most of it. Upgrading to a bigger boat means upgrading to a heavier boat that requires more diesel to push it through the water at our normal cruising speed. We’ll be lucky to find a suitably sized boat which uses less than twice our current average.

Blue sky after a day of rain at Amstelveen

Blue sky after a day of rain at Amstelveen

Our cruising week finished in truly filthy weather. We were in Muiden, just a hop, skip and a jump across the Ijmeer and through Amsterdam harbour to Amstelveen where we wanted to moor for a few days to allow Alex to do the tourist sight seeing thing. The problem wasn’t so much the day long, torrential rain, but the day long, gale force wind.

We’ve made the mistake of taking Julisa out onto open water once in a force five. It’s not an experience we’re keen to repeat. The alternative to three hours of relentless pounding by metre high waves was a relatively calm but long day skirting open waterways.

Steering from the relative comfort of a canvas sheltered cockpit is a mixed blessing. On my narrowboat, if I expected heavy rain, I simply climbed into my Guy Cotten commercial fishing waterproofs and stood exposed to the elements on the boat’s stern.

I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

On the Dutch waterways, I can sit in my heated cockpit wearing a tee shirt and shorts, oblivious to rain pounding off the canvas inches above my head. I stay bone dry, and completely blind.

A single glazed windscreen, warmed by the boat’s Webasto heater on one side, and cooled by heavy rain on the other, quickly becomes opaque. The only solution is to open the windscreen to increase visibility. Opening the windscreen also allows windblown rain to flood the cockpit.

So, on a boat in a weather protected cockpit, I ended up colder and wetter than on a narrowboat’s stern open to the elements.

We’re close to Amstelveen now, moored at WV de Koenen on Nieuwe Meer’s windy eastern shore. Our boat’s gentle rocking has just been compounded by the twin bow and stern thrusters of a thirty tonne Linssen yacht pulling off the mooring behind us. The €1,300,000 boat has more bells and whistles than you can shake a stick at, but I wonder if the owners who paid thirty times more than we did for our little boat are having thirty times the fun. I somehow doubt it, but I wouldn’t mind slipping into the owner’s shoes for a while.

I finished writing last week’s newsletter sitting on freshly mown grass on one of Julisa’s folding Comfort chairs next to a wind ruffled lake as I watched the sun sink slowly beneath the horizon. Here’s the few from my office window today.

The view from WV de Koenan clubhouse

The view from WV de Koenan clubhouse

I’m in the WV De Koenen clubhouse. Through a wall of two metre high windows in front of me, I can see forty white sailed yachts jockeying for position at the start of a half day race around the two hundred and fifty acre lake. Two wrinkled old Dutch yachtsmen are quietly playing billiards behind me. The clubhouse’s only other occupants are two harbourmasters drinking coffee as they wait for new boating customers.

There are far worse places to be.

Last week, I wrote a little about the differences between Dutch and English inland waterways boating. Here’s the concluding part. I hope that you find it useful.

Boat Styles

Boat styles on the English waterways network are quite limited because of water depth, lock width and bridge height. A ‘go anywhere’ narrowboat needs to be less than 57’ long to pass through all the locks on the network (60’ long if you don’t mind negotiating some locks diagonally).

Consequently, most of the boats on English canals are narrowboats.

If you decide that bigger is better, you can cruise some of the canals in a wide beam ‘narrowboat’. In reality, a wide beam will reduce your cruising options by about 50% in total. Not that you could cruise all of the waterways your wide beam could negotiate without incurring substantial costs.

A wide beam can’t cruise between the northern and southern sections of the network because of lock width restrictions, nor can they move between these two sections and the eastern waterways. If you have a wide beam, and want to visit all of the network, you have to have your boat shipped between sections by road. These style boats are usually used more as stationary floating flats than vehicles to explore the network.

At least a wide beam is low enough and has a shallow enough draught to pass under most canal bridges.

You’ll see a variety of steel and GRP motor cruisers on larger English rivers such as the Thames and the Severn. They are in their element on these waterways, which is just as well because, most of the time, they have to stay there.

Most cruisers are too high and too deep for most inland waterway canals.

On the Dutch network, just about anything goes, although far more of the network can be explored on a boat with an air draught of less than 2.5m. There’s still plenty of water to explore for boats higher than this. We regularly see boats able to transport one hundred and fifty passengers in comfort, commercial barges, cruisers costing over €1,000,000, tall masted sailboats, tugboats and trawlers which can cruise on many hundreds of kilometres of beautiful waterways.

What we don’t see regularly, or what we can’t easily identify, is boats being used as primary homes. If people want to live on the water over here, they tend to do so on dedicated houseboats. Here’s a quirky houseboat with its own car.

A quirky houseboat on Amsterdam's river Amstel

A quirky houseboat on Amsterdam’s river Amstel

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Canalside Facilities

Our boat had a sea toilet on board when we purchased it. Discharging black waste into the Dutch waterways isn’t officially allowed these days, we were told, so the sea toilet had to go.

Most Dutch boats, if they have onboard facilities, have pump out toilets. We considered one, but the available space only allowed for a 47 litre waste tank, which is about twice the size of a standard cassette toilet holding tank and a fraction of a size of the average tank on a UK narrowboat.

After asking about the practicality of using a cassette toilet in the Netherlands on the excellent Dutch Barge forum, and learning that black waste disposal points, Elsan points to English waterways users, were few and far between, I checked my very detailed Waterkaarten phone app.

While most marinas or yacht clubs didn’t appear to have Elsan points, the app indicated enough of them to make cruising long term with a cassette toilet relatively problem free. Unfortunately we’ve discovered that the Waterkaarten listings aren’t always terribly accurate.

Take last month for example; we cruised for five hours past dozens of marinas and yacht clubs. Only one out of seven showing Elsan points on the Waterkaarten app, Kempers Watersports where we collected our boat and had the survey done, actually had one.

We’ve cruised fairly widely over the last few weeks. Chemical toilet points are still something of a rarity, but we’ve learned to adapt. There are more healthy canal-side bushes about thank to a little furtive watering. We save the cassette for the solid stuff. Consequently, the cassette will now last a week, but the emptying process is a little less pleasant.

C’est la vie.

It’s just one of those little problems that you learn to overcome when you live afloat.

Pump out points for black waste holding tanks are plentiful but, in the last six months we have only seen one boat using one. Many Dutch boats for sale only have sea toilets on board. I have to assume that the Dutch waterways aren’t quite as clean as they appear to be.

Our washing facilities on board Julisa are very limited too. This hasn’t been a problem at all. There are thousands of marinas and boat clubs on the Dutch network. Many of them have wonderful shower blocks. Every three or four days we stop for a night on a paid mooring to top up both water and batteries and to enjoy a shower.

There are enough marinas and yacht clubs with laundry facilities to cater for our needs too. They usually have reasonably priced, high quality washers and dryers.

Depth, width and quantity

Narrowboats travel on narrow waterways with many narrow locks. A narrow lock can be as little as 7’ wide. A narrowboat is 6’10” wide. Narrowboats generally don’t travel with fenders down. If they do, there’s a good chance they’ll be pulled off when the boat makes occasional and often unavoidable contact with canal banks, other boats and lock landings. If fenders are left down when entering narrow locks, there’s a very good chance of either losing one or more fenders or, in a tight lock, getting the boat stuck.

Many English canals are very narrow. A section 40’-50’ wide feels spacious. Brushing against an oncoming boat as you try to avoid branches from overhanging trees or banks filled with sharp hawthorn or bramble is common, as is having to wait for an oncoming boat to pass before you squeeze through an 8’ wide gap.

The Dutch canals are much more spacious.

Cruising along a canal and seeing three or four boats overtaking each other as they race toward you isn’t unusual, nor is it a problem. There’s plenty of room and rarely any fear of making contact.

The Dutch locks are just as spacious. There’s normally room for relatively large boats two abreast and three or four nose to tail. Locking is far less stressful than on the UK waterways.

There’s far more water over here too. Many of the Dutch network’s lakes have more water in them than the entire UK network. Most canals are at least six to eight feet deep. There’s plenty of water under your keel so there’s very little chance of collecting canal bottom debris with your propeller.

Fuel Cost

Boaters on the English canal network can buy duty free fuel. It’s an odd system developed because of a narrowboat’s unique fuel use. Heating fuel in the UK is duty free. Propulsion fuel is not. A narrowboat often draws fuel for both heating and propulsion from the same tank. Because of that, many, but not all, fuel sellers on the canal network allow you to declare your own fuel split. The default split is 60/40, which means that 40% of your fuel is allowed for heating purposes so it is duty free.

The current diesel price at Calcutt Boats where I used to work is £1.20 for propulsion and £0.70 for heating. At the default 60/40 rate, the cost per litre is £1.00. However, you are allowed to declare all of your diesel purchase at the duty free rate, a 0/100 split. One hundred litres would then cost just £70.

Most narrowboat engines use between one and one and a half litres of diesel per hour. My own forty year old Mercedes engine used 1.29 litres per hour. My three hundred litre tank would therefore cost £300 to fill at the 60/40 rate and would, in theory, allow me to cruise for 233 hours. If I wanted, I could declare 100% heating and fill my tank for £210.

Dutch boaters don’t have a duty free allowance, they have to pay higher pump prices than in the UK, and they generally use much more fuel per hour.

A boat cruising at 6-7mph is usual, so fuel consumption is much higher. Three to five litres an hour is common. We have been very lucky with Julisa. The previous owner told us that the boat used just over two litres an hour, which would have been acceptable.

It doesn’t.

I’ve discovered that the engine hours gauge is faulty. For every two hours we run the engine, the gauge records three. The actual consumption is 1.62 litres per hour.

We filled our tank for the second time this season earlier in the week at a Muiden yacht club. We had to wait for the owner of a £1,000,000 motor cruiser in front of us to add a little more fuel to his enormous twin tanks. They held 4,000 litres. He put in just over 1,000 litres at a cost of €1,500 (£1,384). At 20 litres an hour, his gin palace had a 200 hour range. Two hundred hours cruising would cost him £5,536.

Three hundred litres at current Dutch prices would cost me £396, compared with £300 at the English 60/40 split, or £210 if I declared 100% heating.

Cruising on the English canals in my 62’ 20 tonne narrowboat cost me £1.29 an hour. My Mercedes engine was considered fairly thirsty. Cruising in the Netherlands in a 32’ 6 tonne motor cruiser costs £2.13 an hour. The 106hp Peugeot is far more economical than most other live aboard Dutch boats.

Cruising in the Netherlands is far more expensive than it is in the UK.

Free moorings

The UK network is head and shoulders above the Dutch waterways in this regard. Finding a suitable, and often tranquil, place to moor on an English canal generally isn’t difficult. Large sections of English canal banks have vertical banks which are easy to moor against in a vertical sided narrowboat. With the aid of a couple of chains or piling hooks, or two mooring pins and a lump hammer, you can pick any spot which suits you, and then stay on it, free of charge, for as long as you like within reason.

The official limit is fourteen days before you have to move on. However, this limit is rarely enforced outside major population centres. In reality, you’re only limited by your food or heating fuel supply, and the capacity of your potable and black water tanks.

Mooring isn’t quite so easy in the Netherlands.

In the UK, you can pretty much moor anywhere you like on the towpath side of the canal unless there’s a sign telling you that you can’t. In the Netherlands, you can’t moor anywhere unless there’s a sign telling you that you can.

Despite this restriction, we’ve rarely had a problem finding a suitable mooring. The trick, as it is in the UK to a certain degree, is forward planning. The later you end your cruising day, the more trouble you will have finding somewhere suitable. Ideally, you want to finish your cruising day in the early afternoon when most boaters are still travelling.

Leaving your mooring search too late is asking for trouble. You have to take bridge and lock closures into account, and you need a map which shows official moorings.

The Waterkaarten app I have on my iPhone is indispensable. It shows the daily and seasol lock and bridge closing times and all paid and free moorings are clearly marked.

The only time we had a real problem was on a lake only accessible by a single lock. The lake appeared to have plenty of free moorings but there was only enough space for one or two boats at each of the seven locations marked on the map. We couldn’t try anywhere else because the lock was closed for the day. With no free moorings available anywhere on the lake, we searched for a paid mooring. The lake had just one yacht club. The yacht club only had six moorings large enough to take our boat. Only one was free. Fortunately we only needed one. It was a close call but, an hour after we began looking for a mooring for the night, we secured one with a wonderful view.

Fear of the Unknown

This site is visited by narrowboat enthusiasts from over ninety different countries, but most of them are from the UK. Inland waterways boating is a much easier leisure pursuit or lifestyle to adopt in your home country. There are less perceived difficulties; less of a problem with the native language and less of a problem viewing, buying and operating a boat.

I toyed with the idea of exploring the European network for many years. Although the prospect appealed to me, sticking with what was familiar and comfortable was so much easier. I was more likely to find an excuse why I couldn’t or shouldn’t try it than search for a solution to move me closer to my European waterways cruising goal.

Cynthia and the UK government changed all of that.

Shortly after we met, our plan was for Cynthia to move to the UK full time. We would continue to do what I had done for half a decade, live afloat on the English waterways.

The government had other ideas. Despite being able to support herself, and despite being married to me, Cynthia had many difficult and costly hurdles to overcome. When we discovered that her visa application was going to cost $4,000 with no guarantee of success, we decided that me moving out of the UK rather than Cynthia moving in made more financial sense.

I’m so pleased that we decided to do what we did.

I was initially worried about the unknown. I worried about the new waterways regulations and navigational signs displayed in a language I didn’t understand. I worried about the boat buying process, finding a mooring once we’d bought the boat, finding someone both capable and reliable to work on the boat once we’d bought it, and I worried about sharing the waterways with boats weighing five hundred times more than our little cruiser.

As is often the case with worry, the reality was far less daunting than the expectation.

We’re now considering buying a larger boat, one which we can live on full time. The upgrade will necessitate selling both Julisa and the Hymer, possibly buying the new boat in either Belgium or France, and learning about the waterways in either or both of those countries.

Of course, all of the new unknowns frighten me too, but I’m not going to let them stop me.

Time and time again I’ve heard that when people on their deathbeds are asked if they have any regrets in life, it’s the things that they didn’t do which spring to mind, and not the things that they did.

I sincerely hope that if you have considered exploring the vast European network, you don’t let fear of the unknown stop you. Give it a go. I hope the comparison between the two different waterways networks has removed a few of the unknowns for you. If there’s anything else I can help you with, just let me know.


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Cruising Differences Between the Dutch and English Inland Waterways

 

We’ve had to take some time out of our busy cruising schedule this week to tick some jobs off our to do list.

We’ll be returning to the UK at the beginning of October to have some warranty work done on the Hymer, and for the motorhome’s MOT. To get both Abbie and Tasha either over or under the English Channel –  we haven’t decided which yet – we also needed to have a new passport done for Abbie, and to correct an error on Tasha’s passport which was noticed at the Calais Eurotunnel terminal last October. Even though Tasha had successfully crossed the channel twice earlier in the year on the same passport, she was refused when an over zealous French animal control officer spotted an incorrectly recorded rabies vaccination date.

Our doggie documentation is in order now so we should, in theory, cross the Channel without a problem.

While we were out in the Hymer, we popped in to Winkel to have the Hymer serviced, the brake pads renewed and a headlight bulb replaced. I was quoted the best part of €1,000 for the work to be done in Germany in April. Dick Groot Safaricampers in Winkel did the work this week for €580.

We were delighted with both the bill total and the service, so we’ve asked them to quote for replacing the bedroom window I knocked off a couple of months ago. I imagine that a substantial part of the bill will be for removing the two rolls of industrial strength duct tape keeping what’s left of the window stuck to the frame.

After half a day sitting in a draughty motor home showroom we drove south to a clinic in Eindhoven for Cynthia. On the way down, we stopped for a few hours at De Valk yacht brokers in Loosdrecht.

We’re more than happy with our 32’ Dutch Super Favorite cruiser, but it doesn’t suit our future plans. Much as we’ve enjoyed touring far and wide in our Hymer motorhome, the waterways are our spiritual home.

Cynthia lived on a sailboat in San Diego for  seven years. I spent six and a half hugely enjoyable years living afloat on the English waterways. After six months off the water, moving our meagre possessions back onto a boat felt like coming home.

Now that we have reached the end of our first Dutch cruising season, we don’t want to leave. We have exciting plans for the coming winter. We’ll return to England briefly in October. Then we’ll cross the channel again to visit Cynthia’s German clinic for a week, followed by a few weeks in Austria, Switzerland and Italy. As winter approaches, we’ll drive south to Provence in France. We’ll stay on France’s Mediterranean coast until April 2018, and then follow the spring north for another cruising season in the Netherlands.

That’s been our plan until very recently, but now we’re not so sure.

Cynthia often tells me that I’m like a bear with a sore head when I’m driving. Actually, I’m like a bear with a sore head when I’m not driving, but I’m worse when I’m at the wheel. Keeping an unwieldy five tonne, eight metre long vehicle on narrow roads with sheer drops to rocky river beds is a stressful affair.

The Hymer also feels quite claustrophobic after spending a few months on Julisa. Everything’s relative. On the boat, we still have about as much living space as a bricks and mortar home’s single garage, but there’s more space on the boat than in the Hymer.

We don’t want to come off the water, so we’re considering ways of living on either the Dutch or French waterway network full time. Our visit to De Valk in Loosdrecht was the first tentative step towards a return to full time living afloat.

We’ve been doing a great deal of research. If we’re going to be on a boat in the winter, it needs to large enough and warm enough to live comfortably. Julisa just isn’t suitable. We could just about manage the limited space, but Julisa’s lack of insulation, especially in the middle third of the boat, the cockpit, with its canvas roof, would mean that any warm air generated by the Eberspacher central heating system, would quickly escape.

The boat we went to see at Loosdrecht is a Crown trawler.

A trawler with a bit of a problem

A trawler with a bit of a problem

The boat, at 10.5m, is a metre longer than Julisa, but there is far more living space because of the flybridge, the roof mounted steering position. That means that the internal cockpit space, canvas covered and difficult to heat on Julisa, is a covered and insulated part of the living accommodation.

The trawler ticked all of the boxes on our wish list; plenty of internal storage space, a flybridge and loads of deck space for alfresco dining and general lazing about. It has a decent bedroom and – Cynthia was dribbling uncontrollably when she found out – two fridges. Unfortunately, one of them created a bit of a problem.

We checked the cabin’s underfloor storage. We could have hidden bodies in the cavernous cupboards and bilge area. We found the clean and neatly installed battery bank, a well wrapped calorifier, a decent sized water tank, an acceptably large black water tank but, after ten minutes of frustrating head scratching and deck board lifting, we couldn’t find the engine. In desperation, I even resorted to looking in cupboards.

Slightly embarrassed, I walked from the sales piers to the site office to ask the broker to find it for me.

The harbour master returned to the boat with us looking a little sheepish. He pointed to a fridge built into a raised seating area in the middle of the cockpit. “You have to slide the fridge backwards and lift that deck board,” he told me, pointing to a board trapped under the fridge’s leading edge.

“I’ve tried that,” I told him, “I can’t move the fridge any further back to lift the board”.

“Nor could we without taking the fridge apart!” he admitted.

A very basic pre cruise check is ensuring that the engine has enough water and oil. Not only was  the Crown Trawler engine buried under a difficult to move fridge but, once the fridge was moved enough to lift the deck board, an insulating box had to be taken apart before either oil or water could be checked.

The harbour master pulled and pushed the fridge for a few minutes before giving up. “This is a terrible design. I guess that some people think that the engine will run forever without any care”.

We didn’t spend any more time looking at that boat but, of the one hundred other boats on display, two or three were very well suited for living on board full time.

We really liked one of them. It is a spacious and well thought out boat equipped with a flybridge with plenty of space for alfresco dining, a large and cosy cabin and master stateroom and two guest bedrooms. Two guest bedrooms would be essential if we go ahead with one of our boating plans.

Plenty of space on the large rear deck

Plenty of space on the large rear deck

I’m thinking about resurrecting my discovery day service, this time for the endless Dutch waterways network. Because of the logistics involved, discovery day guests would have to spend longer than a day with us.

The Dutch waterways are as beautiful as they are easy to navigate. Over the last one hundred and thirty two days we’ve cruised six hundred and forty one kilometres, but passed through just fourteen locks. We didn’t even have to leave the comfort of the boat for them.

A large and cosy cabin for cold winter nights

A large and cosy cabin for cold winter nights

On my English discovery days, many guest found locks intimidating and quite hard work. On the English network, twenty miles (32 km) over 10 hours is considered good going as the route will invariably include a handful of locks and a couple of hours of hard physical labour. Last Saturday, on a cruise through Gouda to Aalsmeer, we managed 40km and two locks in six hours without breaking into a sweat.

Plenty of guest seating

Plenty of guest seating

Boating in the Netherlands is as easy as it is varied.

Sundays are wonderful on the canals over here. The Dutch are fair weather boaters, probably because so many of their boats are open to the elements. There’s no pleasure sitting motionless in pouring rain for hours on end, but, on a sunny summer Sunday, canals and lakes are a mass of watercraft, ranging from tiny rowing boats and kayaks to towering passenger boats hosting a hundred happy day trippers. The Dutch are a friendly bunch, so most of them smile and wave as they pass.

And then there’s the scenery.

The Netherlands is only a small country, but the population density is nearly 50% higher than in the UK. You’re never far from people, roads or buildings, so it’s just as well that the people are pleasant, the roads quiet and the buildings a pleasure to look at.

Unlike the UK where many a canal’s approach to a town or city is heralded by waterborne debris, graffiti and down at heel industry, Dutch city canals are generally clean and pleasant. You’re more likely to see someone’s front door than their back garden fence, and hordes of happy families out for weekend bike rides than hooded youth furtively looking at anything other than the people they pass.

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If you don’t fancy cooking on a Dutch waterways cruise, you’re never far from a convenient waterside restaurant, often with convenient moorings for passing boaters. It’s a real joy to moor for a while, grab a coffee or a bite to eat, and watch weekend boaters chug serenely by.

The more I think about it, the more appealing a Dutch discovery day service appears to be. Even for those not interested in or ready for boat buying, a pleasant cruise on a small but comfortable boat surely has some appeal.

However, I’m rather biased. I need an objective opinion. In this newsletters introductory email, there’s a link to click if you are interested in receiving more information about my proposed discovery day/recreational breaks. Please register your interest by simply clicking on it.

Once you’ve done that, you’ll be tagged in my newsletter subscriber database. I won’t bombard you with unwanted emails, but I’ll let you know more about availability and cost if there appears to be enough interest.

If you would like to email me directly to ask any questions about the proposed service, you can either simply reply to the introductory email or click on this link.

That’s all I have to say about the new venture at the moment, but thinking intently about both the Dutch and the English waterways for a week or two has prompted me to outline the differences between inland waterway boating in the two countries.

Cynthia and I have been touring the Netherlands in our motorhome or cruising the Dutch waterways on and off for the last year. Before that, I lived on a narrowboat on the English canals for six and a half years. Cynthia spent six months on the English network with me.

We know enough about boating in both England and the Netherlands to understand the similarities, and the many differences. I know that many people who read my blog posts are considering opting out of mainstream living to enjoy a far more tranquil life afloat.

You might be one of them.

Here’s some useful information for you if you might be tempted to spend some or all of your time boating in mainland Europe. I’ll conclude the article below next week.

The Differences Between Dutch and English Inland Waterways Boating

I spent six and a half years living on the English canal and river network. There were a few aspect of English inland waterways boating which drove me mad, but I enjoyed nearly every minute of it. Cynthia and I are relatively new to Dutch boating, but we enjoy it just as much as we did in England. Both networks have their similarities, but they have just as many differences. Here they are…

No Touching Please

If you spend any time researching England’s inland waterways, before too long you’ll hear someone casually declare, “Narrowboating is a contact sport!”

While bumping into things shouldn’t be an aspiration, it’s often unavoidable. English canals are often narrow and sometimes overgrown, and you steer your long thin boat from a long way behind the bow on waterways that twist and turn like a spade chopped worm as they pass through bridges so low you need to duck to save your head.

Blind bends, especially on the older contour canals, are frequent, as is the likelihood that you will meet an oncoming narrowboat at the tightest and narrowest bend, a bend often partially blocked by overhanging bramble, hawthorn, oak, ash or willow.

When you touch an oncoming boat for the first time, you might worry about the owner’s reaction. You shouldn’t. If he or she is a veteran narrowboat owner, and you haven’t done something terminally stupid to cause the collision, the worst you can expect is a slightly disapproving frown. However, you’re more likely to be on the receiving end of a cheery smile and friendly wave.

Light contact with other narrowboats is part and parcel of English inland waterways cruising.

So is brushing against two hundred year old moss covered walls as you negotiate one of the network’s one and a half thousand locks which make cruising at an ever changing elevation possible.

Regular guests aboard my own boat usually found locks the most challenging part of their seven hour cruise.

My discovery days usually followed the same format. After five or six hours of very pleasant cruising along the snake like contours of the combined Grand Union and Oxford canals between Napton and Braunston junctions, the day’s grand finale would be the return trip through Calcutt’s three lock flight; three locks down and then three locks back up again.

I usually faced the same problem each time a novice helmsman nervously approached the first oh so narrow lock. I would give very clear and specific instructions, “This is a double lock, but we’re going in on our own. There’s only one gate open, because we only need one gate. This boat will fit, but it’s a tight fit. Forget what’s happening on the left hand side of the boat. Concentrate on the right. I want you to scrape the boat down the right hand wall”. The confused helmsman would look at me in horror, “You want me to intentionally crash your boat?”

Of course I didn’t want them to crash my home, but lock entrances are very, very tight. Narrowboats are 6’10” wide. A single lock, or a single gate to a double lock, is just over 7’0” wide. Making contact with lock walls is as unavoidable as it is necessary.

Boating on the Dutch waterways couldn’t be more different.

The canals are wide, deep and well maintained. Boating is very definitely not a contact sport over here. Negotiating the smaller urban waterways can be a little tricky, but boat owners here appear to be more skilled than many English narrowboat owners. They also have boats which are more maneuverable than narrowboats, and they usually have keels and bow thrusters.

Locks are wide, long, and very, very gentle. In an English lock, you have to have your wits about you. Most locks on the UK’s inland waterways are self service. If you’re very lucky, you’ll be the only boat in a lock and you’ll be in control of the water flow. A more realistic scenario is sharing a double lock with an inexperienced or impatient crew, or being helped by a boater waiting to come through the lock in the opposite direction.

If the paddles in a lock are raised too quickly, especially gate paddles which can allow a torrent to pour into the lock on top of your boat, you’re in for a rough ride. If paddles are raised quickly on both sides of the lock, strong currents can push you violently from side to side. In a single lock, your boat will be initially pushed quickly towards the bottom gate, and then even more quickly towards the upstream gate. Hard contact with several tonnes of solid oak can throw you off your feet and do a substantial amount of damage to your boat.

I was caught out on the Trent and Mersey canal a few years ago. I had thousands of lock passages behind me at that time but, just for a few important seconds, I was distracted from the job at hand. I had someone helping me with the lock. She had helped me with dozens of locks at that point, but a momentary lapse proved rather expensive.

While I was busy daydreaming deep in the single lock, she quickly wound the paddle fully open. I was still daydreaming as my boat began accelerating backwards. I woke up as my rudder was about to strike the downstream gate. I pushed my Morse control forward to slow myself down, just as the flood of brown water hit the gate, bounced back and pushed me quickly towards the upstream gate. I couldn’t stop the boat before it smashed into the concrete cill beneath the upstream gates. The impact shattered the four chains holding my £100 rope fender in place, and threw me forward into the rear deck’s steel hatch frame. Fortunately, my head hit first so there was no damage done to me, but I lost my week old fender.

Dutch locks are an entirely different affair. A major difference between them and locks in the UK is that locks in the Netherlands are nearly always manned. This is a mixed blessing. Unlike manned locks in the UK which can often be switched to self service during off peak hours, or if there’s a staff shortage, Dutch locks are impassible outside designated times. The same applies to bridges.

I always enjoyed early morning cruising in England. The sky is often clearer, the wind more gentle, and locks and canals are easier to navigate. I don’t have that option on Dutch waters. Cruise start times are dependant on when the nearest lock or bridge is open for business.

Timing aside, Dutch locks are very user friendly. Two red lights tell you that the lock is out of service. A single red light means that the lock keeper is present, but that boaters need to wait. A red and a green light warn you to get ready, normally when the gate or gates are about to open, and then it’s green for go.

Once in the lock, you use bow and stern lines to looped around a lockside bollard to keep your boat ready, turn your engine off and enjoy a few minutes of gentle ascent or descent. Nothing could be easier.

Out on the waterways, keeping away from other boats is easy too. The canals, rivers and lakes are wide. In fact some of the lakes are so wide that seeing the nearest boat is difficult, so bumping into them is out of the question.

If you want wide waterways with little chance of an accidental bump into another boater’s pride and joy, the Dutch waterways is the place for you.

The Boat Cost

You can buy a pretty good second hand narrowboat for £30,000 – £40,000. If you’ve done your homework properly, you’ll get a comfortable home, fully equipped for long term off grid cruising, and an engine capable of handling river currents and gentle tidal flows.

If you want to really push the boat out, you can have your own bespoke narrowboat designed and fitted out to a high specification for £150,000.

In the Netherlands, the sky’s the limit. A budget of £40,000 will buy you a pretty decent 30-40 year old little motor cruiser like ours, but if you have money to burn, you can pay £100,000 for an open dayboat. If you want the ultimate in luxury, you can ask Feadship to build a yacht for you. You won’t get much change from £200,000,000. These superyachts are too big to cruise on the inland waterways here, but Feadship build more modest motor cruisers.

Earlier in the week, Cynthia and I visited De Valk yacht brokers in Loosdrecht. They had over one hundred second hand boats for sale. They had some wonderful almost affordable boats for sale, some amazing and completely unaffordable boats which, if we won the lottery, we would love to own, and one boat which we wouldn’t consider if we had all the money in the world.

Yours for €650,000

Yours for €650,000

This irredeemably ugly floating bathtub is for sale for a mere €450,000 (£415,000). For that, you get the shell and an electric engine. That’s it. De Valk, in an attempt at offloading the monstrosity, asked a boatyard to quote for the remaining interior fitting. This boat, fully fitted, will cost over £650,000. That’s a lot of money for an ugly boat.

The more spacious boats that we have been looking at for living on full time cost €70,000 – €100,000. For that, you get a 6-8 berth boat with two bedrooms, an interior and exterior steering position, enough external deck space for a table and chairs, and all the bells and whistles you need to live on board comfortably for extended periods.

Of course, the bigger the boat, the larger the engine and the higher the cruising cost.

That’s it for this week. I’ve run out of steam. Much as I’ve enjoyed sitting on a peaceful island in the shade with my MacBook on my lap, the time has come to take the top off a bottle of Belgian beer and watch the sun go down.

An office with a view

An office with a view

Next week I’ll cover boat styles and quality, sanitary stations, the size of the two networks, fuel costs, mooring costs and availability, and policing the waterways. I hope that you’ll find the information useful.


I took this short video as Cynthia prepared our morning meal. Even though we were a hundred metres away from the Amsterdam Rijnkanaal, we were still constantly buffeted by their wash as we tried to eat. As I complained while prodding a fork full of food for the third time into my ear instead of my mouth, Cynthia quoted one of her favourite sayings, “Remember, this isn’t a third world problem!” She was right. We weren’t starving, although if we stayed on the lock landing for a few days, I think we would have been very hungry.

By mid afternoon, after six hours of pleasant cruising on the mainly rural Hollandse Ijssel, our plans were thwarted at Haastrecht by the usually faultless Dutch bridge automation.

Most bridge opening is automatic. A single red light indicates that the bridge is operational but you should wait. However, some are frustratingly awkward self service. Somewhere close to the bridge, only accessible from the water, there will be a small button which has to be pressed to close the bridge’s road barriers and either lift or swing the bridge.

A floating bar with an outboard motor

A floating bar with an outboard motor

On a cruiser even as small as ours, pressing the button means nosing the boat almost within touching distance of the bridge, and then laying on the deck and reaching down to press the button. We only learned about this self service bridge type after waiting patiently for half an hour at one bridge for it to open. Eventually, a Dutch day boat sped past us. The owner skidded expertly to a stop inches from the bridge, leaned casually over his bow, pressed the button and then reversed just as casually backwards to wait a minute or two for the bridge to open.

After that, we checked each bridge carefully for hidden buttons.

The bridge at Haastrecht had one. Our bridge management skill was a joy to watch. Cynthia expertly maneuvered the bow close to the bridge. I hung off the bow like a monkey to press the button. We congratulated ourselves on a job well done, and then reversed a little to wait for the bridge to open.

It didn’t.

We should have noticed the bridge’s two red lights, which meant that the bridge was out of service. And then we noticed a line of moored boats filled with boaters enjoying the spectacle.

One told us that the bridge was broken. An engineer was on his way, but the bridge probably wouldn’t be operational until the following day. We found a space among the waiting boats, and then watched the engineer work on the bridge until 10pm. A cheer heralded the bridge raising once again. Two boats slipped through before the engineer left for the night. We laughed. What was the point? The next bridge, closed for the night, was just half a mile away.

We weren’t laughing later on that night. The bridge developed a mind of its own. The road barriers dropped on their own, the bridge raised briefly and then dropped again. Much to the frustration of local bikers and car owners, the road barriers stayed down until the following day.

A further three hours work the following morning by the same engineer finally cured the fault. The bridge raised, horns tooted, and a dozen boats raced through the open bridge before anything else went wrong.

We cruised 38km yesterday, through Gouda, north to Alphen aan den Rijn, and back onto familiar ground. We spent the night at a marina near Aalsmeer where we knew we could empty our toilet cassette for the first time in a week. We can now make our 21l holding tank last a long time with a little care and late night hedge watering.

Making way for a tour boat on the cruise back to Leiden

Making way for a tour boat on the cruise back to Leiden

After a two hour cruise this morning, we’re back at our Leiden base. We have jobs to do which require the Hymer. Cynthia has another appointment at her Eindhoven clinic, we need to get passports for both Tasha and Abbie in preparation for our forthcoming brief return to the UK, and we need to search for a low cost chandler with affordable fenders for our bow.

Cynthia’s out shopping on her little folding bike at the moment. When she returns, we’re going for lunch at a canalside restaurant in the heart of Leiden. We’ll watch the boats pass slowly by and wonder, once again, which way to go. Do we keep our summer boat and winter motorhome, or do we sell both to buy a more comfortable and capable boat for full time living and cruising on the European network? As Cynthia would say, it’s not a third world problem, but it’s the only problem we have, so we’ll continue to focus on it.

Isn’t life wonderful?

Cynthia Says……Trial by Fire

When we first made an appearance at Jos van Galen’s boat yard, we had to guide Julisa down a very narrow canal just barely missing the houseboats lined up along the way.  Just trying not to run into anything was a major accomplishment!  Then in order to moor up properly we had to go past the boat yard and turn around in a small space then backtrack.  I remember those first few times how much in awe I was watching Paul manoeuvre the boat around.  The first time or so was a little tense, then it became routine.

Paul has asked me a number of times if I wanted to be in charge of turning Julisa around in this tiny space and I always declined—-until today, at the end of our 3 week journey where we discovered a decent range of the waterways network.  A couple of days ago I told him I wanted to do this “home port turnaround.”

As we approached the canal I was gagging my nervous level and surprisingly found myself to be quite calm, even though in part of my mind I knew I could easily screw it up.
In all truth it turned out to be far easier than I had imagined, and with just a few timely words from Paul, before I knew it I had turned her around and was headed to the mooring spot!  I was SO happy to end this journey on a positive note.

I haven’t done a lot of the helmsmanship while cruising, not because I don’t care to do so, but because I usually find myself involved in cooking, cleaning, watching our progress on the chart or other (seemingly) important tasks.

What I DO do the majority of the time is bring the boat in for mooring, whether it be along side a canal or lake or in a lock.  At first I was nervous about doing this, but thanks to Paul’s excellent directions it has become quite easy.  I’ve developed a system when docking on the starboard side that works well for me.  I have the window in the main saloon to look through in order to gauge my distances.  Without this, it is difficult to see very well to the right since the wheel is on the left (port) side.

During these past three weeks on the waterways I’ve had the opportunity to watch many boats mooring up and have come to the conclusion that nearly 100% of the time, the man steers the boat while the woman handles the lines (or ropes as they are called depending on the country you are from).

The reason I don’t handle the lines–which usually involves jumping or taking long steps from boat to dock–is because of the injury to my right groin that I sustained a couple of years ago.  It unfortunately has limited some of my movements, though I am working at improving this.

These past three weeks really put my skills to the test, as every lock or docking situation is different depending on weather conditions, the wind, how many boats are in the lock with us, etc.  I really find that I am up to the challenge (a good part of this is because I have such an excellent mentor!), and I will continue to welcome the challenges as they present themselves.

It’s been a great three weeks and we have been blessed with wonderful weather, kind people and lots of exciting experiences and personal interchanges with our fellow boaters.

I just wish the summer wouldn’t end!

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Dodging Monster Barges on the Amsterdam Rijnkanaal

 

Four months after buying our Dutch motor cruiser, and just a month before we have to put her to bed for the season, we’re finally enjoying the lifestyle I hoped for when we talked about cruising the Dutch waterways.

We’ve climbed most of our major hurdles now. We understand enough waterway rules and signs to keep ourselves out of trouble. We know where to find moorings, how much they’re likely to cost, and which moorings we can stay on for free. We understand all the costs involved, which has allowed us to budget for realistic expenditure next season. We realise the limitations imposed by our pretty little Dutch cruiser, and the likely cost of buying a boat more suitable for coastal waters and large inland lakes and rivers. Most of all, we understand how much we underestimated the Dutch network.

A brick and thatch houseboat on a Flavoland  canal

A brick and thatch houseboat on a Flevoland canal

As far as I’m concerned, the Waterkaarten app we use for navigation is an essential onboard tool. Finding your way around the English canal network is easy. You can travel for days on the same canal. Making a turn onto another canal is a milestone, something to be noted and enjoyed. Getting lost is difficult.

A misty morning cruise in Flavoland

A misty morning cruise in Flavoland

The Dutch network is very different.

An uncountable number of dead end arms branch off hundreds of canals flowing through a bewildering number of connected lakes. Ask a boater in England how to get from London to Birmingham and he’ll tell you to either simply follow the Grand Union canal, or follow the Thames to the South Oxford canal and then turn left where the South Oxford joins the Grand Union. If you ask Dutch boater how to get from Amsterdam to Maastricht, a similar distance to London to Birmingham, you’ll need to settle down for a lengthy discussion about about possible route options, water depth and bridge height.

We’ve clocked up 600km so far, but all of our cruising has been done no more than 50km from our home base at Leiden. We’ve passed through a dozen large lakes as we’ve cruised, each with its own collection of islands, many of which are free to stay on. Facilities range from simple box moorings on a bush covered spit of land to privately owned islands where, for a fee, you can enjoy manicured lawns, smart shower and toilet blocks, and moorings protected from the wind which often scours these vast expanses of open water.

We’ve raced back to Leiden over the last three or four days, which has been frustrating because we’ve been delayed by a broken lock, a broken bridge, and my inability to absorb the mass of information available on my Waterkaarten app.

I planned our route back carefully, paying particular attention to forecast wind strength to avoid another bumpy and rather worrying passage on the Ijmeer. We couldn’t resist staying a night at Jachthaven Stichting which nestles beneath Muiden castle. The marina is a wonderful but expensive place to stay for a day or two. We bobbed on the water under a cloudless sky, watching a steady stream of boats passing to and from Muiden’s tandem locks.

A beautiful evening in Almere Haven

A beautiful evening in Almere Haven

While Cynthia did important womanly things on the boat, I did the manly work, trudging to the washing machines at a nearby marina, and then sitting with a coffee in the sun watching boats go by. It’s a hard life.

The view from our Maiden mooring

The view from our Muiden mooring

Dutch locks, which frightened us so much a few weeks ago, are a breeze now that we know how they work, and now that we have developed a system for entering them without damaging Julisa or the boats around us.

Julisa has five cylindrical fenders, three on the port side, and two to starboard. We need one more, and we need a pair of larger teardrop shaped fenders for the bow. These are essential for keeping the sloping bow away from lock walls or canalside moorings. Unfortunately, the missing white paint on the otherwise pristine bow is testament to our inexperience when entering the first few locks of our current cruise.

No shortage of moorings on our cruise south

No shortage of moorings on our cruise south

I knew that we would need a pair of bow fenders before we passed through our first lock, but the only ones available at chandleries on our route have been for sale at prices that make me want to cry. The blue rubber 18” rubber spheres cost at least £70 each. We’ll be passing a low cost chandler next week, so we’ll buy a pair there, and some paint to repair the damage done by not having adequate protection.

Our lock entry system didn’t work quite right in Muiden. Cynthia steered and I stood on deck ready to grab a passing lock bollard to pull us against the side. I cocked up, so the bow swung into an immaculate and ridiculously expensive Dutch day boat. These open boats often cost in excess of £100,000. Fortunately, they’re protected by thick rope fenders running continuously around the hull top so our awkward lock entry didn’t actually do any damage to anything other than to my pride.

Once through the lock, we cruised serenely down the river Vecht. The river is very similar to affluent sections of the Thames with vast mansions surrounded by manicured lawns descending gently to the riverbanks lined with day boats costing as much as a small house.

We stopped for the night at the Spiegelplas, a 700 acre nature reserve only accessible by dropping down a lock from the Vecht. “The Spiegelplas is the most beautiful lake in all of Holland!” the lock keeper assured us as he minced around the lock closely followed by his Filipino boyfriend.

He may well have been right, but it was a pig to moor on.

We cruised for an hour around the lake, visiting each of the nine designated mooring spots indicated on our Waterkaarten app. All were full, and as the lock wasn’t scheduled to open again until the following morning, they were all likely to stay full.

We spotted our first Dutch waterways narrowboat on the Spiegelplas. The ten metre cruiser stern boat was anchored in shallow water next to a willow covered island. After an hour’s fruitless mooring search we weren’t in the mood for stopping and chatting so we left the owner sunbathing on his back deck before continuing on our lake circuit.

We manage to secure the last remaining space at a lakeside yacht club where we enjoyed an alfresco meal at a waterside picnic bench before a good night’s sleep on a peaceful mooring.

Rested and raring to go, we were at the lock landing by 10am waiting for the lock to open. We had a long wait. The low bridge adjacent to the lock was broken. “We had the same problem last week,” the owner of the boat moored in front told us. “That time, the bridge took twenty four hours to fix” We were lucky. After two hours basking in the sun, we were on our way again, cruising south on the Vecht for a couple of hours to another lock and another lake.

The €5 lock fee came as a bit of a shock, especially as we only wanted to stay the night.

The Loosdrechtse Plassen is a beautiful expanse of water dotted with small islands, many of which have free moorings. Unfortunately, many of them are box moorings. Box moorings require boaters to climb on and off their boats from either bow or stern. Bow or stern entry isn’t easy for us, and is impossible for the dogs, so we need to moor alongside a pier.

After an hour searching for a suitable place to stop for the night, we found Meent island. We had a jetty, and most of the five hundred metre long island to ourselves. Most of the island’s five acres were mown lawn dotted with shady trees. A small kiosk sold fast food and ice creams to cater for what I assume are throngs of boaters visiting the island to use the small sandy beach and sheltered swimming area.

We were woken in the morning by the bin and poo boats. In addition to the fast food joint, the island has a small toilet block which stores waste in a septic tank. A large flat decked barge nosed into the bank behind us, then used a mechanical arm to swap full for empty wheelie bins. Another barge equipped with a powerful pump connected to a large holding tank moored close to the facilities block to prepare the island’s toilets for the weekend visitors.

Towing a broken boat to safety

Towing a broken boat to safety

We began the next day on a good note. A small cruiser crewed by two inexperienced young Dutch couples was moored in a small bay on the opposite side of the island to us. Their engine wouldn’t start, so we towed them across the lake to a jetty close to their parked cars.

After reluctantly parting with another €5 at the lock to escape the lake network, we continued south on the delightful and gentle river Vecht before a rude awakening when we joined the Amsterdam Rijnkanaal.

Commercial canals are not a pleasant experience on our little boat.

The canal is a through route for BIG barges, many of them a hundred metres long, weighing more than three thousand tonnes. We’ve passed fairly close to these monsters on open water over the last three months. Providing we don’t allow ourselves to be hit broadside by their bow waves, we don’t suffer too much. The experience is very different on a canal, especially when there’s a steady procession of these boats passing in both directions.

The water displaced by boats of this size, often blunt bowed, cruising at ten to twelve knots, has nowhere to go. Waves radiate out from the barges, crash into the canal’s steep sided banks and bounce back towards the centre.

Julisa didn’t like it at all.

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We corkscrewed, pitched and rolled. Each violent movement was accompanied by terrified squeaks from Cynthia. We couldn’t move about the boat for fear of falling. Cynthia had to sit in the cockpit, braced against the boat’s pitching. I had to stand wide legged at the wheel to stop myself being thrown about the cockpit. Both of us were terrified.

A grand house on the Thames like river Vecht

A grand house on the Thames like river Vecht

We watched as the Waterkaarten app tracked our progress agonizingly slowly towards our westward turn onto the Oude Rijn. Eventually we reached our goal, but the exit from the Amsterdam Rijnkanaal was almost as frightening as dealing with the wash from enormous barges.

Another property on the Vet

Another property on the Vet

Shortly before we made the turn, an ear splitting horn blared behind us. Two towering barges, one overtaking the other, raced towards us from behind. Another equally large barge ploughed through the choppy water towards us. The slower of the two boats approaching from behind had to move over to allow the overtaking barge to squeeze between it and the approaching boat. The slower boat, still moving much faster than us, was the one sounding its horn. It was on a collision course with us, and we had nowhere to go.

We reached the turning onto the Oude Rijn just in time. As we skidded around the turn onto the relatively calm water of the smaller canal, the two giant barges raced by. We’d narrowly missed being swamped by six thousand tonnes of racing steel, but we weren’t quite out of the woods yet.

A narrow permanently open lock spanned the entrance to the Oude Rijn. A 2.5m high bridge arched over the far end. On calm water, a 4m wide lock and a low bridge wouldn’t be a problem, but with the violent wash from the two passing giants, we were being pushed up and down and swinging erratically from side to side. With just a 10cm gap between the bridges steel girders and our boat’s canvas and wood top, and 30cm high waves, I had to race through the lock and under the bridge between swells.

We passed the bridge without scraping the canvas top off our cockpit, and then cruised slowly onto an entirely different waterway.

After the turbulent water of the one hundred metre wide Amsterdam Rijnkanaal, the ten metre wide Oude Rijn felt claustrophobic. It appeared to be too small for even a modest boat like ours. The feeling was reinforced when our bow tipped towards the sky and then dived towards the canal as we slid over a high mud bank in the shallow water.

Checking lock dimensions and opening hours is an important prelude to Dutch waterway cruising, as is also checking bridge height and status and, if the bridge is moveable, bridge opening hours.

I had checked the bridges on the eastern section of the Oude Rijn the previous evening. I knew that some of them would be tight but, as the alternative was a much longer route via Gouda, I thought the additional stress of creeping under stone or steel bridges a cigarette paper’s width above our delicate canvas top would be worthwhile.

Of course I made that decision from the security of our tranquil mooring on an expansive lake. I didn’t feel quite the same way creeping under an arched stone bridge that was barely high enough to allow us to pass at its centre. The bridge’s arch dropped perilously close to the varnished cockpit surround as we squeezed underneath.

After another handful of equally low bridges, we reached one which we knew we couldn’t pass under. It was just one metre high. Fortunately, it was a lift bridge. Unfortunately it closed at 4.30pm. We reached it at 4.36pm.

With no way of turning on the narrow canal close to the bridge, we moored on a nearby wooden pier. Our nighttime sleeping spot was far from ideal. We were in a busy town centre. A continuous stream of heavy traffic crossed the bridge in front of us and along the two roads which ran either side of the canal. The traffic was noisy, but not as noisy as the people.

The short pier we were moored on was very popular with the locals. A mother brought her two small children to fish in the canal. When one five year old couldn’t cast into the canal because of our boat, he started to climb onto our back deck to reach the water. His mother eventually dissuaded him. A teenaged couple chatted animatedly less than a metre from where we sat in our cockpit. Their noise was bearable, but the din created by two drunk and very vocal cocktail drinking teenage girls who sat on the pier next to our stern was not.

We realised that we were in for a noisy night before we could escape when the bridge opened at 9am the following day, and then we realised that there was no point in waiting for the bridge at all.

I checked the route ahead more thoroughly. Our boat’s air draught is listed as 2.5 metres. However, we have squeezed under some bridges slightly lower. I traced my finger along the map. A series of 2.5 metre bridges, then one at 2.45. That would be tight. The next was 2.4, which was worrying. Two point four metres didn’t seem too bad at all when I spotted a bridge further along the route. At 2.15 metres, there was no chance of passing it.

We were stuck.

Google Map’s satellite view saved the day. I used the measuring tool to check the canal width. At our cocktail party mooring, the canal was just eight metres wide. Julisa is about eleven metres long including the dinghy. Three hundred metres behind us the waterway widened to fourteen metres. We could turn there providing that we didn’t ground on the edges of the already dangerously shallow waterway.

The two cocktail drinkers were so drunk that they didn’t understand that I was trying to untie Julisa’s stern line from the wooden pole they were slumped against. After failing to get a response several times when I asked them to move, I had to lift one of them out of the way. She didn’t seem to notice.

As darkness fell, we reversed apprehensively along the boat lined canal to the wide section. Thank God for the bow thruster. It made the normally frustratingly difficult job of reversing a boat in a straight line a breeze, and then allowed us to quickly spin the boat in her own length.

Being able to turn around was a mixed blessing. We were able to escape from the too low bridges of the Oude Rijn, but now we were faced with a further 6km joyride along the Amsterdam Rijnkanaal.

Our second brush with the big barges was far less frightening. The canal was quieter and the water far less agitated at 7am the following day. We didn’t once fear for our lives, but we did feel slightly sea sick.

We needed to pass through a lock to escape the big canal. We arrived on the lock landing at 8am. The lock didn’t open until 9am. We had an hour to enjoy a leisurely breakfast, providing the boat stayed still long enough to let go of our dining table.


I took this short video as Cynthia prepared our morning meal. Even though we were a hundred metres away from the Amsterdam Rijnkanaal, we were still constantly buffeted by their wash as we tried to eat. As I complained while prodding a fork full of food for the third time into my ear instead of my mouth, Cynthia quoted one of her favourite sayings, “Remember, this isn’t a third world problem!” She was right. We weren’t starving, although if we stayed on the lock landing for a few days, I think we would have been very hungry.

By mid afternoon, after six hours of pleasant cruising on the mainly rural Hollandse Ijssel, our plans were thwarted at Haastrecht by the usually faultless Dutch bridge automation.

Most bridge opening is automatic. A single red light indicates that the bridge is operational but you should wait. However, some are frustratingly awkward self service. Somewhere close to the bridge, only accessible from the water, there will be a small button which has to be pressed to close the bridge’s road barriers and either lift or swing the bridge.

A floating bar with an outboard motor

A floating bar with an outboard motor

On a cruiser even as small as ours, pressing the button means nosing the boat almost within touching distance of the bridge, and then laying on the deck and reaching down to press the button. We only learned about this self service bridge type after waiting patiently for half an hour at one bridge for it to open. Eventually, a Dutch day boat sped past us. The owner skidded expertly to a stop inches from the bridge, leaned casually over his bow, pressed the button and then reversed just as casually backwards to wait a minute or two for the bridge to open.

After that, we checked each bridge carefully for hidden buttons.

The bridge at Haastrecht had one. Our bridge management skill was a joy to watch. Cynthia expertly maneuvered the bow close to the bridge. I hung off the bow like a monkey to press the button. We congratulated ourselves on a job well done, and then reversed a little to wait for the bridge to open.

It didn’t.

We should have noticed the bridge’s two red lights, which meant that the bridge was out of service. And then we noticed a line of moored boats filled with boaters enjoying the spectacle.

One told us that the bridge was broken. An engineer was on his way, but the bridge probably wouldn’t be operational until the following day. We found a space among the waiting boats, and then watched the engineer work on the bridge until 10pm. A cheer heralded the bridge raising once again. Two boats slipped through before the engineer left for the night. We laughed. What was the point? The next bridge, closed for the night, was just half a mile away.

We weren’t laughing later on that night. The bridge developed a mind of its own. The road barriers dropped on their own, the bridge raised briefly and then dropped again. Much to the frustration of local bikers and car owners, the road barriers stayed down until the following day.

A further three hours work the following morning by the same engineer finally cured the fault. The bridge raised, horns tooted, and a dozen boats raced through the open bridge before anything else went wrong.

We cruised 38km yesterday, through Gouda, north to Alphen aan den Rijn, and back onto familiar ground. We spent the night at a marina near Aalsmeer where we knew we could empty our toilet cassette for the first time in a week. We can now make our 21l holding tank last a long time with a little care and late night hedge watering.

Making way for a tour boat on the cruise back to Leiden

Making way for a tour boat on the cruise back to Leiden

After a two hour cruise this morning, we’re back at our Leiden base. We have jobs to do which require the Hymer. Cynthia has another appointment at her Eindhoven clinic, we need to get passports for both Tasha and Abbie in preparation for our forthcoming brief return to the UK, and we need to search for a low cost chandler with affordable fenders for our bow.

Cynthia’s out shopping on her little folding bike at the moment. When she returns, we’re going for lunch at a canalside restaurant in the heart of Leiden. We’ll watch the boats pass slowly by and wonder, once again, which way to go. Do we keep our summer boat and winter motorhome, or do we sell both to buy a more comfortable and capable boat for full time living and cruising on the European network? As Cynthia would say, it’s not a third world problem, but it’s the only problem we have, so we’ll continue to focus on it.

Isn’t life wonderful?

Cynthia Says……Trial by Fire

When we first made an appearance at Jos van Galen’s boat yard, we had to guide Julisa down a very narrow canal just barely missing the houseboats lined up along the way.  Just trying not to run into anything was a major accomplishment!  Then in order to moor up properly we had to go past the boat yard and turn around in a small space then backtrack.  I remember those first few times how much in awe I was watching Paul manoeuvre the boat around.  The first time or so was a little tense, then it became routine.

Paul has asked me a number of times if I wanted to be in charge of turning Julisa around in this tiny space and I always declined—-until today, at the end of our 3 week journey where we discovered a decent range of the waterways network.  A couple of days ago I told him I wanted to do this “home port turnaround.”

As we approached the canal I was gagging my nervous level and surprisingly found myself to be quite calm, even though in part of my mind I knew I could easily screw it up.
In all truth it turned out to be far easier than I had imagined, and with just a few timely words from Paul, before I knew it I had turned her around and was headed to the mooring spot!  I was SO happy to end this journey on a positive note.

I haven’t done a lot of the helmsmanship while cruising, not because I don’t care to do so, but because I usually find myself involved in cooking, cleaning, watching our progress on the chart or other (seemingly) important tasks.

What I DO do the majority of the time is bring the boat in for mooring, whether it be along side a canal or lake or in a lock.  At first I was nervous about doing this, but thanks to Paul’s excellent directions it has become quite easy.  I’ve developed a system when docking on the starboard side that works well for me.  I have the window in the main saloon to look through in order to gauge my distances.  Without this, it is difficult to see very well to the right since the wheel is on the left (port) side.

During these past three weeks on the waterways I’ve had the opportunity to watch many boats mooring up and have come to the conclusion that nearly 100% of the time, the man steers the boat while the woman handles the lines (or ropes as they are called depending on the country you are from).

The reason I don’t handle the lines–which usually involves jumping or taking long steps from boat to dock–is because of the injury to my right groin that I sustained a couple of years ago.  It unfortunately has limited some of my movements, though I am working at improving this.

These past three weeks really put my skills to the test, as every lock or docking situation is different depending on weather conditions, the wind, how many boats are in the lock with us, etc.  I really find that I am up to the challenge (a good part of this is because I have such an excellent mentor!), and I will continue to welcome the challenges as they present themselves.

It’s been a great three weeks and we have been blessed with wonderful weather, kind people and lots of exciting experiences and personal interchanges with our fellow boaters.

I just wish the summer wouldn’t end!

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