Tuesday 2nd
August.
Yesterday evening I
was most surprised to hear the two live aboards moored behind me start their
engines. And then, at 5.30pm, they both took off into the flood tide and swung
round into the current, before breasting up and taking off upstream. I thought
they were either pissed, stoned or just crazy, but it so happened that slack
water was at 6pm and then the flood tide would carry them upstream. How the guy
got his engine sorted, I don’t know, but it is not .a chance that I would dare
take.
The tide is ebbing fast from left to right.
In the morning, I
decided to up the peak engine revs, with thoughts of turning into Keadby Lock.
Normally the stop is set at 2000 rpm, but now it would rev to over 2500rpm out
of gear. What I failed to realise was the 2000rpm is the max it will do in gear
anyway, so all a little pointless.
Nicholson’s stated
that bow and stern lines necessary for Keadby had to be at least 25ft long, so
this had to be organised too. I had already made a booking for the lock the day
before and told the lockie that I would radio him well before I got there.
Taking off with the
flood tide going like the clappers of hell was not easy, as I had to turn round
to face the current. That done, my speed was all of 1mph and did not start to increase
for 15mins to 2mph as previously described. Eventually I was up to speed and
bowled along with the ebbing current. No markers now, so I kept a close eye on
the map to verify my position all the way. One is never out of sight of a power
station on this river, but few of them are shown on the map, which appears to
be an oversight by someone.
I was expecting to
do this trip in about four hours, but actually it took only 3hrs 10mins. On
sighting Keadby Bridge, I made a VHF call to the lock – no reply. I made
another two calls, but still no reply – panic! Fortunately, I had the phone
number saved on my mobile, so called him on that, to which there was a reply –
big relief!
Keadby Bridge with the largest boat seen so far.
Safely in Keadby Lock.
Duckweed as far as the eye can see.
Keadby Lock and swing bridge.
I moored up at the
water point, before moving up behind another narrow boat on the visitor
moorings. Although there was someone on board, my knocking did not arouse him
from whatever state he was in. With so many swing bridges to do on this
stretch, I could do with some company tomorrow.
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