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55 years old. I work in registered care as a care assistant and have my house up for sale and when sold will be buying a narrowboat of some kind to live on. Been a bit of a dream of mine for many years. Don't know for certain if I'll like it but I'm really looking forward to it and think that I will. I have been looking at boats and reading and talking to people over the last 6 to 9 monts and sometimes I feel like I might know what layout I want. I will be on a restricted budget of about 25 to 35k and will be looking for advice and tips to help me make a fair start on the water.

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Steppin’ Out; Fradley jct to Home, Willington

Hi to all welcome to the last post for this adventure. That really is what it’s been for me and Steve and Linda an adventure. Scary at times but a lot of fun and well worth the effort. Now it’s about a new life style but let us not get ahead of ourselves. We had to wait for the IR man to come and fix what turned out to be just a broken gearbox cable and away we went shortly after 11. It was a bit windy today and though it caused us a bit of a problem on occassions we coped. Steve had to come and give me a push of the bank where I’d dropped him to do the lock as even though I pushed it well out with the barge pole it was back in again by the time I’d got on board.

Oh I nearly forgot to tell you about The Swan pub at Fradley. We had wandered up there about 9pm and the bar was packed so we got some drinks and headed for the best side where there wasn’t anyone. Normally we would have stayed in the tap side especially with an artist on, a guy with an acoustic guitar and pretty good he was too. But I’m old and was definitely tired so we went for the seating. Turned out to be an Open Mike night and the ones we heard were all good at least upto very good. Normally I’d have joined in but the travelling is catching up on me. They do Thatcher’s Gold cider which is not a scrumpy but it is good and I stuck with that all night, well only three pints actually, Steve had four pints of Black Sheep bitter which he said was very good. The food prices looked quite fair around the £7 to £7.50 mark for most and a reasonable selection. I shall be visiting again in my road vehicle in the not too distant future as it can’t be more than about 30 minutes tops to get there.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

We passed through Alrewas which is an affluent little place to go by the nice houses on the banks of the canal and down to the A38 which then runs along side the  canal for a couple of miles. This was the first real road noise we had encountered for over a week. We hadn’t noticed much even when travelling through Manchester. We made a stop for lunch. Sausage cobs then off again. We plodded on into Burton and through the otherside where we met the A38 again and the noise was twice as loud. Horrendous was the word I was looking for. Down into Willington and we were running to get there after 6 so I rang the marina to see what time they closed, I thought it was 6, and it was 5.30 but he would hang on till we got there which he did. Very good of him as I needed a fob to get Lindas car near the jetty.

We finished off the trip in the same manner as we started it, panic, panic, panic. When we turned into the marina’s open water the wind just did not want to let me turn and it took me about 10 minutes to turn and head for the jetty where my berth was. When we turned into the bay where it was the wind was at it again and then I lost position and tried to back up and had to fight it all the way out into open water again to get it go in a straight sodding line. Then trying to turn into the berth she went again and I managed to get the front end on the end of the jetty and Steve scrambled down the gunwales once he was on the jetty holding the nose then we could spin her round and in she went with out bumping the boat next to her.

Someone smiles on me regularly. Thank God.

Someone smiles on me regularly. Thank God.

HOME at last. Sad but satisfied, happy and tired. Now settled on the computer writing this with a bottle of English Pale Ale after a nice shower and bite to eat. I shall do another entry on this journey to tie things together and work out how far we’ve travelled and how many locks. We decided we would call this “The Epiblog” this will need explaining to anyone under 45.  I shall take a few days now I have the time to think about what happened to us en route and probably post over the weekend. Thanks for sharing this journey and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

God bless you

Nige, Steve and Linda.

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Steppin’ Out; Day 8 Great Haywood to Fradley Jct

A beautiful morning to wake up to, even if I didn’t see it till ten past nine. A top coat warmer it was, only two t shirts and a fleece, summer must have arrived early. I wonder if last nights drinking has anything to do with it, surely not. We frequented a place called the Clifford Arms at Great Haywood just up from the canal. It looked ok from the outside and wasn’t too bad when we walked in but not a lot of atmosphere. Not particularly a friendly place but no problem. We sampled three of the real ales for sale and they were just nondescript. They sat in the glass fine and looked ok but no real taste. We just had a couple and went back to the boat and a glass of whisky to finish off.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

No rush so we upped ropes about 11 and set of into the tropical weather singing Coconut Airways or what ever it is. Nice steady run down to Rugeley where we moored up for lunch and I went across to Morrison to do a bit of shopping and get some cash as I had just about run out. It felt quite strange being away from the water and amongst people. A necessary evil is this eating and shopping lark. As you’ve seen in the photo’s it’s obvious I hardly eat anything at all.

I do feel now that I’m beginning to get the hang ofthis boat handling and managed fairly well when the wind got up this afternoon and then we met a bit of traffic and I had to do a bit of shunting when we arrived at a bridge with someone halfway through but it wasn’t a problem at all. This last week has been one hell of a crash course in boating. The first few days literaly. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAit seems so long ago that we picked Forty Winks up and took that first 200yd dash across the canal and crashed it into the bank to moor up to have a cuppa before setting off yet it is only a week ago. Tomorrow I take her into my first permanent berth in a marina and get used to a new life.

First before all of this can happen we need another visit from International Rescue because as we got to the last lock at Fradley the gear box has stuck in forward and won’t go into neutral or reverse so we walked her into the lock and then just ran her up to a mooring. At least this is where we intended to be so if you’re going to break down then that’s not too bad a way of doing it. It is pelting it down with rain at the moment and we’re getting ready to go to the pub which is about 500yds or so away so we might end up having to put waterproofs on. I hope you appreciate the extremes we are willing to go to just to make an accurate report on the facilities available to you.

Have fun. God bless you

Nige

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Steppin’ Out; Day 7 Stone to Great Haywood

Good evening and a wonderful steady relaxing day we have had. Posted blog this morning and after Steve and Linda returned from a little shopping we got ready and set off. Twenty yards later we stopped. We set off again and twenty yards later we stopped again. The engine was cutting out once we were underway. Tried another three times then I went in the weed hatch just to check if there was anything round the prop.

Our intrepid heroes hard at work after Linda had sorted the lock out.

Our intrepid heroes hard at work after Linda had sorted the lock out.

There wasn’t so we rang for International Rescue. They were with us in about 25 minutes but we were a little concerned when he was walking up the towpath with what we thought was his sleeping bag under his arm. Oh dear what sort of problem did we have. It turned out to be a roll of paper for wipeing hand and things. The fuel filter he thought. He changed the fuel filter and the air filter, tightened up the engine mountings, stopped the slight fuel leak and checked a few other bits and about an hour later we were underway again. Well worth the £65 annual subscription in this case and no hassle.

No major incidents but some very nice countryside, bright sunshine and hail showers. A hall on top of a hill with trees and an agressive swan who attacked Steve while he had been fiddling with something.

Oh there was one problem as while waiting for the lock to opened I went inside to get some painkillers as I’m having a problem with my shoulder and as I came back up I thumped my head into lintel bit under the metal hatch cover. I said “oh dear me, I don’t think I meant to do that” but at least I now did need the painkillers.

Steve just about to hit his thumb while repairing the damaged I did to the lintel.

Steve just about to hit his thumb while repairing the damaged I did to the lintel.

Steve got his trusty hammer and after rummaging through the drawers found some panel pins to tack the wood work back together. I had dislodged it. I have a good head. Though there are those who would say otherwise.

We missed the lovely farm and local produce shop at Great Haywood with our delay putting us behind but Linda cooked up some wonderful savoury mince which we washed down with a glass of whisky. I have now worked out about not drinking till the sun is over the yardarm. We now have the lowest yardarm that anyone has seen.

Shuggborough Hall is visible from the bottom moorings at Great haywood we were reliably informed but not when the Moscow State Circus has put up a huge marquee. Never mind hey, it’s still a most agreeable place to moor. Will report on the pubs in tomorrows blog as we shall be sampling the facilities in a wee while.

God bless you.

Nige

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Steppin’ Out; Day 6 Congleton through the Harecastle to Stone.

Good morning peoples I was rudely awoken by Cath ringing at 8o’clock to complain where yesterdays Blog was. So at least someones reading it. Sorry it wasn’t done last night but we started at 9am and moored up at 8pm with a canal side Pub beckoning us once we’d eaten. This shows you were my loyalty lies. Me, me, me, me, me.

9.00 am and off we poddled heading for the Harecastle tunnel. A quick stop for water, a gas bottle and a couple of fenders. Daft as it will seem to some of you but we had been travelling with the fenders down and with some tight bridges and locks we had lost a few.

Just a bridge but is it one to far?

Just a bridge but is it one to far?

The man at the boat services explained you let the rubbing strip do its work when travelling and fenders when not. So simple I guess no one thought to mention it to me or I didn’t really pick up on it. So any newcommers just a little tip to save a little money.

The Harecastle tunnel, as you all know is 1 and 3/4 miles long and you go through in convoy, taught me a big lesson. Headlights. The ones on the boat we had used for a smaller tunnel and found they were pointing down not up so we pointed them up. They weren’t very bright but the tunnel wasn’t very long so no problem really. However we were the lead boat through the Harecastle and didn’t ckeck the angle on the headlights. They were pointing down again so I came through the tunnel with the internal lights being the  only practical lights we had and focusing intently on a the pinprick of light at the end of it. It helps with your level of concentration let me tell you. Only a few bounces and no casualties so when we emerged the other side transported back three centuries inot radient sunshine we all had a good laugh and a cup of coffee and crisps and a ham cob.

Stoke we found to be a lot nicer than we had been led to believe. Not spectacularly picturesque but apart from a few areas which looked a bit dodgy we saw nothing as bad as Manchester. Trentham looks a nice place, quite a few nice houses down by the waterside and it winds gently through the trees and all very pleasant. A very welcome change.

Steve and Linda my intrepid lockers and crew.

Steve and Linda my intrepid lockers and crew.

We arrived at Meaford locks thinking we might moor up if we could find a nice little pub on the side of the canal. The locks were beautiful but no pub so we thought we’d go on a little bit more. Stone we thought would have loads of pubs everywhere but when you cruise into Stone there isn’t a pub in sight. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAggghhhhhhh. After about 10 hours travelling through typical spring weather, sunshine, fluffy clouds, rain, and two sleet showers we’d just about had enough of a good thing. We pulled over and Steve and Linda went on a recky to what was about.

Upon return they had met some boaters who said there were moorings at the bottom lock and a PUB by the side of the canal. Off we jolly well went only to find no mooring spaces other than where there were signs saying No Mooring. Me and Steve were about to become pirates and drop Anchor in the middle of the canal declare ouselves an independant country when he spied a space about 9 boats down so we stayed as fine upright citizens and didn’t break any rules.

Bacon, egg, mushrooms and tomatoes from Linda’s magic frying pan. Egg cooked to absolute perfection, all the white cooked but most of the yolk runny. Gordon Ramsey bah. Washed, fed and watered we set off to pub. First call was The Swan where I sampled a sweet scrumpy cider followed by a pint of Black Rat medium. Excellent. Steve had a couple of the beers which I can’t now remember what they were but were good. Busy Friday night in there mainly 40 year olds and above but a bit yuppyish. Very nice and great beer. Then we went down to the Star which wasn’t as busy and looked more of a locals pub. A pint of Bank’s bitter for me and a pint of Old Thumper for Steve both very nice. Got chatting to a couple of the locals one and old lad like me or a bit older and a chap 35/40ish both narrowboaters and the younger one lived on his and I’m not sure if the other guy lived on his or not but both well friendly and helpful. They said we should find more pubs as we head south. They do seem lacking as we’ve travelled from Manchester. I would have thought people would have built pubs near the canals over the years.

Today we clocked up we think. 18miles, 1 tunnel and 13 locks in about 11hrs with an hour off for good behaviour waiting at the tunnel. A long day even when you’re doing something you enjoy. I now look at the boat at times and think “this is mine, this is my home” and it feels bloody good at the moment.

God bless you. See you later.

Nige, Steve and Linda

 

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Steppin’ out; Day 5, Fourlane-ends to Congleton.

Hello out there, a bloody long day today. Set off at 20 to 9 and we headed for Bollington as we needed some diesel and a pumpout. We were level when we saw the signs so carried on as reversing wasn’t an option. We found a boatyard in Macclesfield, Buxton Rd Wharf who deserve a mention as he was really helpful. Pump out done he said right reverse round into the basin. I looked at him like he had two heads, well I would have been there about three hours, thankfully he said he’d reverse it round for me if I liked. I certainly liked. He also explained what he was doing and how, this was very helpful and I know a bit more now about reversing. As we were travelling along I asked Steve a guarded question as I didn’t want to worry him or anything but I thought it looked like the canal and the towpath were running slightly down hill. He agreed it certainly looked a bit like that. A strange feeling when our Grammar school physics teacher of 40 years ago had explained basically that this can’t happen. Does anyon know if there is a gravitational anomally any where near Macclesfield.

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Off we set and made good time through some lovely countryside. A nice canal is the Macclesfield. Stopped for lunch which was home made soup that Linda had brought with her. Went down a treat it did. After eating a warming meal we encountered an electric controlled swing bridge which we negotiated well as someone was coming the other way just as we got there so they operated it and let us through.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Then we came to the Bosley locks. The first we had encountered going down hill. Lovely views and nice locks and we met someone coming up after our first lock so they were all set for us going down. Quite deep but easy to use and quick.

We decided to press on with the intention of hopefully getting through Stoke tomorrow as we have been told it’s not the best of places to moor overnight. We trucked on and got to Congleton which doesn’t seem a wonderful place for mooring either. One of our guide books says to watch out for submerged obstacles at Congleton wharf and we certainly had a bit of bother as the rudder and prop kept knocking into things at certain places. The book was written 20 yrs ago, have they not had time to remove the submerged objects then.

A long day came to an end, 16 miles and 12 locks, when we moored up in the middle of Congleton golf course. You should have seen the look on the head greenkeepers face, it was a picture as we tied up to the fourth holes flagstick. The canal is shallow here and we could only get to about a foot from the bank but that seems close enough. Greased the sterngland. Mopped out the engine compartment and sat down to tea/dinner at about 7.30. Now a glass of Bushmills malt and a splash of Weston’s organic still cider with the Stones this time gently in the background.

The Harecastle tunnel and Stoke tomorrow. Oh Lord look after us as we may need all the help we can get.

God bless you all. Nige, Steve and Linda.

Linda says goodnight we’re off for Forty Winks. I’m not accepting responsibility for that one.

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Steppin’ Out; Day 4 Marple bottom lock to Fourlane-ends

Hello out there we have had a much nice and better day today. No Manchester, sorry to any Mancunians but I don’t like cities.  Our first lock was all of 300 yds from where we were moored and we attacked the beginning of the Marple flight at 9.00. Very nice area and lots of trees and pleasant people. People smiling mostly, is this area know for its drug use? No major disasters apart from me trying to get the boat in a single lock broadside. It just wouldn’t fit. Brian went into melt down and I pushed the tiller instead of pulling and it shot off into another dimension.

Steve working hard again.

Steve working hard again.

Friendly people everwhere setting locks for us as they were coming down as we were coming up. Many thanks to all who helped our progress or just chatted with us in passing. 16 locks in 4 hours and we were moored up by 1.00pm but then had to do my first weed hatch experience as there was a knocking type of sound while we were climbing the flight of locks. So undo the weed hatch and mine is situated where they all are but with a tool box built over where you would lift the deck up so had to weedle my way under the deck and into the hatch a bit of a bind but now having done it will leave the tool box where it is I thinkl. A few bits of tshirt and some plastic banding strapping but managed to get it off after about 15 minutes. I was quite chuffed with my self.

One of the beautiful pounds in Marple.

One of the beautiful pounds in Marple.

Steve went off to find a shop for some cobs for our lunch. Just round the corner we were told, they have big corners up here. 30 minutes later her returned with a couple of very nice beef pies and lovely fresh bread cobs. After dinner off to meet his good lady who is joining us till Sunday. She is bringing some fresh supplies too. We had just moored up at Fourlane-ends as Linda arrived chauffeur driven by her very nice nextdoor neighbour. Importantly she had brought the ancient runes and magic symbol of the Wire Coathanger which after many incantations of “come on you bugger” finally our bathroom sink realised it anally retentive grip on the water it was holding hostage.

A wash and a brush up and we set off to what we were told was a very nice pub that did good, very good food. The Miners. The beer was ok but not stunning. One label as the Miners ale but was an unnamed one from the brewery and not a microbrewery, a bit of a let down as we thought it was a real ale. But ok. Food wise I had a burger which came with cheese and bacon, home made chips and salad, very very nice. Steve had the pork and leek pie which he also approved off and Linda had the chicken and chorizo tagliatelei, pasta that is. Again a big thumbs up on the food front.

Then back home to another whisky and a bit of Thin Lizzy as we’re old bikers still at heart. A good day. It’s all getting a little better. Me and Steve seem to think that Sunday seems such a long time ago. We seem to have done so much.

Goodnight and God bless you. Nige and Steve

.There were two old men...... at Marple top lock

There were two old men…… at Marple top lock
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Steppin’ Out; Day 3 from Velodrome to Marple bottom lock.

Hi everyone or no one as the case maybe. 9.10 we set off to do 11 locks on the Ashton and then on to the Peak Forest with 10 miles of crusing after the locks. They are deep single locks taking us through some different types of places. I’m glad we were advised to moor up where we did, near the velodrome, they said the moorings after there weren’t really safe and while we had no problem going through I wouldn’t have wanted to spend the night there.

The water just won't be rushed.

The water just won’t be rushed.

At the 18 lock, our last one for today there was a water point so we decided to fill up but had do some shunting to get onto the mooring where the water was. Steve said it looked as though I knew what I was doing but it felt like I was floundering in this 3 mile wide sea and ready to run aground at any moment then engine cut out with me in the middle of this sea. Aaaaaaaaaaagh oh why didn’t I stay at home, why didn’t I take up knitting, why, why why me. Oh I could try to restart it and yes it fired up again. Mmm well just ignore some of that last bit then. Anyway we got it in and watered up and then a wonderfull cheese and tomato cob, that’s a roll, balm cake, bap or tea cake depending on where you’re from.

After repasting, we’re quite posh, we set off on the easier part of the day. I was very proud to make the very tight turn onto the Peak Forest with out a bump. The first couple of miles are picturesque but in need of cleaning up but once near Hyde the canal is much better looked after.

One happy man.

One happy man.

We eventually hit Woodley tunnel, I use the word “hit” wisely. It’s not very long but it’s ruddy narrow and I was going through fairly well then just bumped the side and took the side part of the windscreen off it’s hinges but we got through and no one died as far as we could make out.  Lovely canal with plenty of trees but lots of S bends and hairpins before we came to Hyde bank tunnel with steve at the helm. This one is a bit wider but we still managed a few bumps here and there but we didn’t lose anyone here either so we’ll chalk it up as a success. Then Marple aqueduct which is a great view and we moored up about 50yds after just before the first of tomorrows 16 locks taking us upto the Macclesfield canal.

A glass of whisky each and Steve cooked up bacon, egg, mushroom and tomatoes with a wholemeal bap. Went down a treat it did.

A glass of cider and another whisky. I never realised how hard this boating life is but I will struggle on.

God bless

Nige

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Steppin’ Out; Castlefield through the Rochdale 9 to the Velodrome.

overnight at Castlfield

overnight at Castlfield

The overnight mooring at Castlefield which I was a little concerned about turned out to be very nice. Waterfront pubs, a bit Yuppy and mondern for us old fogeys but not blaring music and a fine choice of real ales. I sampled the Happy Daze cider and then the Cheshire Cat blonde beer and then turned them into a Snakebite which was beautiful. Good bitter and good cider together is my drink of choice. Steve had the Nutty Black and which he thought were excellent too. Cashew nuts and salted peanuts too. We know how to live it up.  Party, party, party.

Steve and Heather hard at work.

Steve and Heather hard at work.

Slept very soundly and the sun wash shining brightly when we awoke. That didn’t last very long, mind you we are in Manchester. We spied a couple waiting to enter the lock so we scurried over and joined up with a canadian couple Les and Heather who weren’t overly experienced either but we had each other for moral support at least and off we set.

The Rochdale 9, the first one took us about 45 minutes as it wouldn’t fill up. We made a little better progress with the next few but it was a long morning. 9.30 till 1.00 when we stopped for lunch. 9 locks done and about a mile and a bit covered. Now I know how much I don’t know about handling a narrowboat and I know loads more than I did yesterday. We all worked together Steve and Heather did the locking and me and Les the steering. Fair division of labour or what. On the entry to one of the locks Les ran aground and we had to give him a bit of a tow to free him. It was very shallow and bricks had tumbled into one side of the canal. This is not a particularly nice part of the canal system I think.

Steve and Heather need a second mention in this Blog as they worked their little cotton socks off. Really impressed. We’ve only done 3 miles today but we’ve done 16 locks.

We met other boater coming the other way who told us to look soon for moorings as after about four more locks the moorings  were in some dodgy areas. Heather and Steve had push Les off some shallows again and we eventually moored up. We’ve now had a nice salad for dinner and are now having a port supplied by Les and Heather who have come round for a drink. A nice evening in prospect and only eleven locks tomorrow.

 

God Bless you all

Nige

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Steppin’ Out; The maiden voyage, Lymm to Castlefield.

The pic if it’s still there is myself, left, then Harry, Cath and Steve.

Hi everyone the first days cruising on my wonderful boat. I sat with my coffee this morning and realised “oh it’s here”. My dream of several years has arrived and in a few short minutes my co pilot Steve will arrive and Harry and Cath to pick us up. Lo and behold they arrived and after a little packing off we went with sounds of bunting being raised behind us and much cheering.

After a lovely ride through Buxton and Congleton and places in between we arrived at Lymm and Brian showed us the workings and off we set. The first trip wasn’t very far about 200 yds actually so we could moor up off the club site where it was moored and Brian could go home and we could put the kettle on before our friends went home. Nice they brought us up. Brian did ask if I’d bought a big enough boat so maybe I need to get rid of some more stuff. This all seemed more difficult now there wasn’t someone there who knew what they were doing. How do you get the back end in once you’ve got the front end in, well it did eventually.

After setting off again we kept swapping over so we could both get used to steering and thankfully we didn’t see too many boats but there half a dozen scullers out near Sale but I managed not to sink any of them. Pretty uneventful till we got Castlfield basin and had to try and stop, go backwards a little and turn of s*********. We hit the back and then pushed off another boat, all at very slow pace and managed to back up enough to turn and head for a mooring spot near The Wharf pub, we may try it out later.

Time for dinner as it was now about 5.30. Steak pie and veg and while it was cooking we broke open a bottle of Glenfiddich whisky supplied by a couple of young friends who I am helping to learn guitar. Big thanks to Danica and Ethan.

Had a few odd thoughts while cruising about whether I’ve done the right thing and all that sort of stuff but that’s just what happens when ever you try something new and so very different. If I look logically then I have definitely done the right thing and my hearts say so too. So onwards and upwards tomorrow up the Rochdale nine and a few more locks after them. Who know how far we might get.

God bless you and more to come tomorrow night now we’re beginning to get the hang of things. Well I hope so anyway.

Nige

and co pilot Steve.

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Steppin’ out; The maiden voyage approacheth, ooh mother what’ll I do now

A little different to the norm.

A little different to the norm.

A big warm scarred and excited hello to everyone as after a couple of years of planning and waiting for the house to sell and looking and waffle, waffle I looked round yesterday and thought oh sh… dear its hear.

About five years ago I had an idea that a dream could be possibly a reality and started working in that direction and now on Sunday at about High Noon it will be a reality. Exciting and scary and oh the sodding paperwork, insurance, license and mooring and well it’s not too bad really. My co-pilot and me will set off on our journey sometime Sunday afternoon after we’ve had an induction on what does what and how to thingy the stern gland, light the central heating which hopefully we wont need, sort the stove, batteries and all the other bits that as  novice boaters we will need to know, and head off towards Manchester. A couple of hours of easy cruising and moor up at Castlefield ready to face the Rochdale nine first thing Monday morning.

The picture shows you she is not your normal narrowboat but maybe that’s part of the attraction for me. The survey results were excellent and he couldn’t find a lot wrong with her at all. He thought her well worth the money so I’m happy on that score. Now just sorting out all the insurance and things so everything legal before setting off in the general direction of Willington Mercia Marina.  Give us a heil if you see us on our way or when I’m home. Plan is Rochdale canal then the Ashton then the Peak then down onto the Mac and back onto the Trent and Mersey.

Hopefully blogging on route each night if I can master a dongle and get a signal. Steve, my crew, and me after a long discussion decided, against our better judgement but in the spirit of intrepid journalists, we would look at what was on offer in some of the waterside Taverns and report back to your good selves as we know you would want this information on which were good hostelries and which had good beer and cider. We shan’t enjoy any of the sampling as we don’t normally like that sort of thing but as stiff upper lip Englishmen we feel it our duty.

Hope to see some of you on the water soon.

God bless you.

Nige

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