We couldn't spend the whole of the Easter school holidays on the boat as I had work commitments, so a 4 day trip to Crick was planned. A couple of weeks before we had de-winterised to boat and taken a little trip to Gayton Marina for a bottle of gas, so we knew all was well with the boat.
Good
Friday 18th April. We had emptied the water tank and not had time
to fill it right up, so what with adding water and stowing everything
we made a late start, reaching Weedon around 5:30. Moored above the A45
bridge and had some supper at The Crossroads, then a fairly early night.
Easter Saturday 19th April. Underway about 9:30, we reach the bottom of the Buckby flight around 11 and travel up very efficiently in the company of two ladies who have a mooring at Gayton Junction. They remember us from the time we moored underneath the large road bridge there to paint the front and back of the boat. They meet a boat by the same builder coming down and discuss the fact that both their boats lean noticeably to the right! With a fair number of boats coming down it doesn't matter too much the the boat in front doesn't bother shutting gates behind it when there isn't. I think words might have been exchanged if they had done it more than twice. The Buckby flight has had some maintenance work done over the winter, and the locks are noticeably easier to work. We make the the top in less than 1 3/4 hours and our companions head for a mooring and we turn North up the Leceister Branch. Deciding not to stop, we have lunch on the move, and reach the bottom of the Watford flight to find a queue, a wait of an hour, and an ideal time to have lunch! The Lock Keeper informs me that they are going up in batches of five, and the good news is that we are number 5. Once we start moving, progress is swift; Fiona has volunteered for lock duty with Elizabeth, but there is a bunch of five boats at the top, all with large crews keen as mustard to come down, so Fiona does little more than one paddle for the whole staircase!
As
we emerge from the last lock the weather is still holding good - it's
one of those days when the moment you put a jacket on the sun breaks out.
Crick Tunnel is damp, however. We start looking for a mooring the moment
we exit, but there is plenty of space. We have booked a table at Edwards,
a restaurant we have wanted to try before, but it's either been shut or
we haven't had time. They bill themselves as a "Slow Food" restaurant;
when we first arrived I wasn't to sure - the only draught bitter was off
and they seemed a bit disorganised, but soon the place filled up as did
a full complement of staff. The food was excellent, the service very good
(for Britain!) and the prices not horrendous for a special occasion. After
a couple of drinks we noticed the amusing drawings all round the walls-
my favourite was captioned "Cod moving in mysterious ways".
I'll let you imagine the picture. A peaceful night.
Easter Sunday 20th April. Boat movements started early this morning, but we are in no rush. We turn at the winding hole past the Marina; a strongish wind, a boat moored close to the hole and bad positioning on my part means the front gets blown off course and I have to have a second go, but end up turning with Polly Anna's stern in the hole - as the boat is 63' I get away with it. We decide to stop at the water point as it is free and fill our tanks before returning through Crick Tunnel. We haven't seen many boats go past but there is another queue for the Watford staircase, and this time we are..... number 5. The Lock Keeper is the unmistakable Crystal, much to Elizabeth's pleasure. Once in the first lock she sets me on my way and retires to her boat to get the lunchtime sandwiches. Now, Fiona may have had plenty of help, but I worked every single gate and paddle for the rest of the flight. The only "help" I got was from a bystander; I struggled to close the top gate against the back pressure of our boat having moved in and as I walked away it began to swing open again. "If you open the bottom paddle it will soon shut" was his help. I'd just seen Crystal make sure the previous top gate was firmly shut before opening the paddle, and she was watching from her boat. What would you do? I just give him a Paddington Bear Stare and move on.
As we pull out of the bottom lock Fiona hands me the tiller and disappears with her phone and the Nicholsons. Minutes later I learn we are stopping for lunch at The Stag. We get there at 2:20 just in time for last food orders and have a very good, value for money, Sunday Roast. The rest of the day seems to go into slow motion - a bit of brass polishing and a a potter down to Norton Junction. We stop before the end of the Leceister branch as the moorings on the main line can be full, which they are, and eventually visit The New Inn for a drink, although when Elizabeth sees they are still serving Children's Roast Dinner, she promises she will eat it all, and nearly does. Walking back through the gloom, a boat is drifting at the junction. A plaintiff voice calls to us "Is there a Pub anywhere around here?". "Just round the corner, but they've stopped serving food" I reply. "Oh, we don't care about that!" is all I here as the engine cranks up to speed....
Easter Monday 21st April. We start to drop down the Bucky about 10:30. As I return from depositing the rubbish at the BW facilities, the Landlord of the New Inn emerges and thanks me for not dumping it in his bins, "Like most of them". He probably started unlocking the pub when he saw me emerge from the boat with the bag....
A familiar name is waiting to enter the top lock as we emerge, Ernest, Flagship of the TNC fleet. I say hello to a cheerful woman who later turns out to be the WWW. We travel the rest of the flight swiftly again, and Fiona does some real lock work this time. She agrees that the Buckby flight has got easier. I forget about the leaking side wall on the left of the bottom lock, and get soaked. We get some gas at Whilton then stop for lunch in the middle of nowhere. It's just the last bit to Bugbrooke and then home.
We cannot use the whole week and have to be home by Thursday night, so decide to save a trip on the Nene until later.
Saturday 24th May. We just pack and travel today and arrive at the boat in time to unpack and visit the Wharf for dinner. There is a very big wedding going on, but we still get served.
Sunday
25th May. Visit the Crick boat show and spend too much money. Elizabeth
is well entertained by the kids activities, but there are a couple of
torrential downpours; luckily we are inside at the time. When we return
to the boat it's about 4:30, so we set off South and moor at Stoke Bruerne.
There is a space just too short for us and we ask the next boat to move
up, but it seems they have had some problems with the next boat moving
them away; still, they do it for us, we smarten ourselves up a bit and
head for the Navigation. On the way we realise we could have moored twice
over closer to the pub. Do a bit of Canaltime spotting. Elizabeth likes
the Navigation....
Monday 26th May. For us, an early start, but it is still 9:30 before we are sharing locks; it's busy, but no queuing which is ideal as we cross over with other boats in most of the pounds. We cannot help our partner boat's request for some salt for their cooking. Canaltime Spotting goes well, and there are plenty of Wyvern boats around too. The weather is getting very pleasant and we are making good progress until we catch up with an Alvechurch boat cruising at rather erratic speeds and in all sorts of directions. I think the son was being taught to steer. It then slows down to pass some moored boat but forgets to speed up again, so we plan to stop for lunch. I don't know why I thought there was a patron's mooring outside the Navigation at Thrupp Wharf, or why it might be free at 2pm on a Bank Holiday Monday, but there was. We ordered some lunch (no children's meal's or small portions, I was told, with what seemed like glee) as the crew from the boat in front turned up. We waited about the predicted time we we told for the food, which was O.K. and just as we were thinking of leaving the slow boat's crew left. Might as well have desert, Elizabeth, and I'll have another pint....
We watch a Wyvern boat struggle to extricate itself from the very shallow
towpath moorings opposite and then walked back through the pub garden,
cast off and motor under the bridge only to see the boat that had been
holding us up just about to set off. I must admit that I speeded up somewhat
and they let us past.
Now, it's not far to the lock at Cosgrove, and with the number of moored boats we are dawdling, but we wait with the lock set for quite some time until the people coming up persuade me they must have stopped. Again.
We cross the Great Ouse Aqueduct and start traveling around the North of Milton Keynes. The aim is to cruise past Guliver's Land, turn the boat then moor for the night, but there is some confusion with winding holes. There are three marked on Nicholsons, but the southernmost doesn't seem to exist, so we end up backing up to moor on some pilling and decide to sort it out tomorrow. The fisherman wasn't too happy though. Two pubs are within reach, but the nearest, the Cross Keys, wants children gone by 8, so we walked to The Barge and discovered another newly refurbished, food-oriented pub.
Tuesday 27th May. We had to reverse quite a way to turn round, mostly by the opposite of Bow Hauling, which must be Stern Hauling. Finally tied up at good moorings at the park on the non-towpath side North of Bridge 81B and took a very cheerful child for the best part of a day to Guliver's Land. This theme park is aimed at younger kids, and has what are best described as "pink knuckle" rides. Euro Disney it isn't, but it's not expensive and Elizabeth loved it. We returned to the boat about 4:30 and moved 2 miles back to Giffard Park for the night, which topped up the batteries and moored us up conveniently outside the pub. Another kids play area....
Wednesday 28th May. Today started warm and ended very hot. An earlish start finds us stopping for lunch below Cosgrove lock and afterwards walking under the pedestrian tunnel to The Barley Mow. After a welcome drink we head for the bottom of the Stoke Breurne locks and fall in with a wooden narrowboat, deciding to make the top lock, and if there is nowhere to moor, carry on to Blisworth, but there is plenty of space, so we end up in The Navigation again!
Thursday 29th May. After visiting the museam bookshop and stocking up on maps of the Nene, Middle Level and Great Ouse, we potter back through the tunnel to Bugbrooke and leave the boat by mid afternoon, having enjoyed some splendid weather on the way back