It has been some
time now since my last blog post and as I stated then, I would sum up the
cruise – the highs, the lows and the scary bits.
In all, I did 761
miles and 536 locks, but never achieved my previous record of 40 double locks
in one day, but there was no need on this trip, as one thing that I dislike on
any cruise is the necessity to get somewhere by an appointed time.
Probably the
highest point was the Thames Barrier Cruise with Andrew Phasey and the St
Pancras Cruising Club. This was enhanced by the photo of Stronghold against the
Barrier taken by Simon Judge. See Stronghold on Tour 9. 18th May.
I was particularly
pleased with my performance steering the pair of boats on this occasion, not
having steered them for well over a year. At the same festival, I volunteered
to steward for the first time, that being the only way possible to get a
mooring at Braunston. The one disadvantage being that I was new to the crew and
was tea boy – not next time though.
Climbing Bingley
Three Rise and Five Rise was an ambition last achieved way back in the early
eighties, when we descended on a hire boat, so I have now been up and down the
staircase locks.
The best town
mooring was definitely at boat welcoming Skipton, where there were plenty of
towpath moorings available even at the height of the season.
The most scary
event was not being able to connect with Keadby lock keeper on the radio when
approaching on a fast ebbing tide. Fortunately, I had his mobile number on my
phone, which roused him from whatever he was doing. The alternative was to
continue towards the River Humber and try to find a place to moor – not an
exhilarating prospect.
Another scary
moment reflected in hindsight, was at Boseley Locks, where I fell off the steps
leading from the cabin top to the back deck, via the battery locker. Twisting
from the left hip with that foot on the top step, caused my arthritic hip to
give way, which in turn put me face up on the stern deck. I later realised that
my leather brimmed hat was on the gas locker with the rear brim bent sharply up
touching the crown of the hat. This had obviously saved my head from a severe
cut on the steel corner of the gas locker. Fortunately there was another boater
further up the flight who saw the whole thing, but apart from a bruise on the
back of the head and a cut on my arm, I was OK. This is not the only time that
a leather hat has saved my head. A few years ago on the coal boats, I was
taking tea up to the motor steerer from the butty back cabin, via the planks,
which were at gunnel level. I had to swing around the box mast to get past the
cratch to the gunnel between the boats, rather than on the outside of the pair.
My arms were wrapped around the mast when I popped my head up above the cratch
at the same time as we were passing under a very low bridge. My head caught the
brickwork above and once again my hat took the brunt of the blow. Fortunately I
was not knocked into the empty hold 4 ft. below. Since the second time in
Boseley Locks I have designed and made a handhold that will fit through two U
shaped devices screwed to the stern door, which is always clipped back when on
the move. This gives me improved confidence and balance when descending off the
cabin top at the bottom of a deep lock and has made a vast improvement to
working the boat.
That then is the
long awaited resume of my trip in 2016, after which I had another hip joint
replacement so that I would be ready for another summer back on board.
Shortly afterwards, both Kathryn Dodington and I were awarded the Herbie
Award for the year for Indefatigability after both having hip joint
replacements.
