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After thirty years of hiring, I finally bought my own 50ft boat in 2005, which was built in 2001 by Andicraft at Debdale Wharf. I mostly cruise single handed and have no problem with that, although it does take a little longer than with a crew. My mooring is on the Wey Navigation, so I have a choice of routes on the Wey or the Thames.

Thursday 4 July 2019

Freedom of the Cut 2019 - 10


Braunston Historic Boat Rally – aka Braunston Hysterics.


Wednesday 25th June

Yet another chilly and overcast morning greeted me; I hope it cheers up by the weekend. Some sunshine is forecast for tomorrow, which will be welcomed.

The engine is still leak free and there is more water in the header tank than has been for some time, so this K-Seal is looking like a good investment.

I walked down to HQ at 10am to see what needed to be done – just the odd job here and there. Certain notices have to be placed in position at the right time, otherwise there is a chance they will be vandalised or abused, so a lot of time was spent just gassing about boating amongst the group.

When I returned in the afternoon, Jack was there on Cumberland, but had to go and see Roger Farringdon about getting his boat hauled up the slipway to remove his propeller as it had hit something in Manchester and was now bent. A hazardous place for boats is that, as I discovered a couple of years ago. Apparently it was not a good trip for him and no doubt I will hear about it later.

Thursday 26th June

Most of today was spent in mission control, mainly talking about boating and other things in general. One or two boats were repositioned as new ones arrived. The Narrow Boat Trust have not arrived yet and will need to be here by Friday, so the moorings are now getting scarce and a lot of spaces need closing up to get all the boats in.

At last I got some calves liver from the butcher. I know it is scarce, but he was treating the whole business like a secret society and knew what I wanted as soon as I entered the shop. I hope it is as good as the last time I had it. I was also known in the general store after leaving the rum behind. Soon I will be recognised as a ‘local’.

After our duties, Jack and I went for a pint in the pub and I met up again with Kevin and Ingrid, whose boat was moored almost opposite. We had a brief chat before Jack invited me to join up with Harry and Jono, who he introduced as Jonathan of course. I had know of Jono for years, as he had done restoration work and rebuilding of other boaters engines, one of which was the NBT Lister. It was an interesting conversation over a pint.

It was a quick meal before going to the beer tent for a performance by the Alarum Theatre of “Acts of Abandon” by Heather Wastie and Kate Saffin individually. I enjoyed it as one woman theatre, despite there being two of them.

Friday 27th June

I was at mission control just after 9am and mentioned to Kevin on Columbia that he could move into the marina arm from now on, only to discover later from Graham that they were not due to move FMC boats until 10.30, but they moved anyway and got their usual spot at the head of the arm. I walked down to Ladder Bridge to warn other Joshers that the time was imminent and eventually they were all in there.

Shortly after the Narrow Boat Trust pair came through the marina and I met the captain, Howard Williams at Butcher’s Bridge to explain what was going on regarding the mooring position. They were now breasted and waiting for other boats to be moved out of the way, which eventually they were and Nuneaton and Brighton were shafted next to the bank and tied up in a very tight space behind Raymond, which did not have the rudder in a very safe position, i.e. it was straight out behind the boat. I met Alister Bates for the first time, who is quite experienced and younger that most of us. I also had a chat with Paul Woloschuk, who I had met last year.

The parade team were invited to the traders tent this evening for a social get together with a meal provided by the Gongoozlers Rest catering boat, which is moored permanently outside the marina, who we congratulated later on the quality of the food. Tim and Pru were there, along with Ivor Caplin, who is due to open the show tomorrow.

Saturday 28th June

There was a briefing at 9am for the stewards on safety, use of PMR radios, and courtesy towards boaters and the public, after which we left for our respective duties. I was on The Turn along with Keith Lodge, who was a new steward this year. The parade was to open the show at 11am, but most boats had to come up to The Turn to wind first, which is no problem. But the return to the marina is fraught  with holdups as they now face oncoming traffic, so everyone has to slow down. Winding at The Turn is another bottle neck, especially with pairs of boats, i.e. motor and butty. All was going well with trying to get private boats through ASAP, without interrupting the parade flow too much, and all the private boaters were cheery and relaxed, often driving in mooring pins to sit and wait for the end of the parade. The weather was extremely hot and there was little shade to be had, so a bottle of water was necessary. We finished just after 1pm and went for a very well deserved pint in the beer tent, where Mandolin Monday was playing yet again; this being the third time I had seen them this year. They are also performing tomorrow, which I hope to go to as well.


Mandolin Mondays


Jack and Jaqui had invited me for a meal at The Admiral Nelson later and I was interested to find out how good the food was, now it was in the hands of a new landlord and brewery. Previous food there over the last three years had been very good and the restaurant was filled up most nights of the week, but things were now different, although it was full this evening. In retrospect it was just pub food, so was relatively cheaper than before, although I had prior warning about all this and the service from friends who visited some months ago.



Moored up tugs seven abreast


Only six now.





Mostly FMC boats in the arm.




Sunday 29th June

It was not so warm this morning, which was welcome after the heat yesterday. Keith and I were allocated to do Bridge 91 for a change, which can be another bottleneck despite the fact that two boats can pass beneath the bridge. The lst time I did this spot, I was on my own and it involved considerable movement on my part from one side to the other to control boats, but with two people there was far less running back and forth. The parade was much more spread out then yesterday, so far less holdups were involved. There were also fewer boats taking part, so all in all it was a far more pleasant experience. I was pleased to see John Fevyer again for a chat about NBT and other things. He was one of the founder members of NBT some many years ago. Boats paraded smoothly under the bridge until 1.15pm and that was it for this year.


Nuneaton and Brighton.


The Finchers with Cath on the melodeon.


Mike the Boiler Man on Reginald.


I strolled back to mission HQ and managed to get a bite to eat, courtesy of Graham and Linda before going back for another session by Mandolin Mondays with Jack and Jaqui – we lasted until the end before it was a walk back for a mini snooze before Pimm’s and Pasta back at HQ for the parade team to close the day. Too much beer was consumed again, but one has to rehydrate on occasions like this!

My final comment on the weekend is that it was far more enjoyable than previous years. I put this down to knowing more people on the team, familiarity with the stewarding process and being far less stressful due to there being more co-operative boaters. Added to that, I did not have the responsibility of taking Nuneaton and Brighton out on the parade as last year.




Goodbye to Jack......


.........and Jacqui.


Monday 1st July

At 9am I walked along the towpath to HQ with wire cutters ready to remove No Mooring notices, which was a pointless exercise as they had all been removed by now. We took some of them back to the marina workshop and I got some washing and drying tokens, for the simple reason that I now had nothing clean to wear and I could get it all dry in one afternoon. Dodona moved off the mooring to return home and this is probably the last time I will see Ped, who has his boat up for sale at £35.000.

What with writing up the blog, moving to another mooring and a dozen other trivial bits and pieces, I did not get the washing in until about 3pm. As it takes an hour to wash and another hour to dry plus remaking the bed, I was going to be later than I had promised to be at the pub to meet with Kevin and Ingrid. Fortunately they were still there out on the balcony and we had a good conversation about many things, including the fact that several traders and members of the public had complained about the doubling of the car parking fee, which is now £20 and the rise in traders stall fees. On both mornings I had noticed far more visitors than usual walking along the towpath, meaning that their cars were parked elsewhere in the village. I can foresee letters in the canal press about this in the weeks ahead.

I booked a train home on Trainline and phoned Rugby Boats to find out if there was an available mooring for a week; there was, so I am all set up for the next few days.

Tuesday 2nd July

A lovely sunny day dawned for a change and I think it is set fair for a few more. I let go quite late with not much to do except cruising for the next few days. Unfortunately, the sky clouded over and a chilly north wind set in a little later. I said goodbye to John and Graham and winded to head up towards Rugby, with the intention of stopping at The Old Royal Oak, now called The Waterside. It was a good run and I got there in 2 hours with no holdups and there was only one boat on the moorings outside the pub.

After a pint and some lunch, I met the other guy Phil, who was now on his 11th boat and did the run from Great Hayward on the Trent and Mersey to here in 27hrs continuous. Not only was he knackered, but his knees had swollen incredibly with all that time on his feet. His boat had an integral weed hatch which was leaking, although the boat was in no harm of sinking, but he wanted to reseal it and the only way was to lighten the stern end or lift the stern out of the water, which he could do in Willow Ridge the following day.

The afternoon was whiled away with reading as there was no TV signal here, probably because there were three bridges in the direction of Sutton Coldfield. It was Braunston Bangers again tonight after another trip to the pub and an early night.

Wednesday 3rd July

A leisurely departure this morning in what promised to be a salubrious day, with sunshine. The wild orchids are in bloom again at Hillmorton Bottom Lock after three disastrous years – two of drought and one when the mowing gang chopped through the lot, despite there being a sign up. These are the busiest locks in the country with 6,821 boats through in 2017.


Taken in the same spot in 2017.


The infrastructure development of Houlton still goes on, where they are about to build 6.200 houses, with schools, health centre, community facilities and plenty of open spaces on what appears to have been the huge radio transmission site to the east of Hillmorton. Of course all the aerials were demolished a few years ago. The Houlton Bridge, which spans the canal just south of Clifton-upon-Dunsmore is still incomplete a year after I watched some of the piles being driven.

Approaching the moorings at Rugby there were a couple well away from the park, so I continued to move on and search until I found the last one before Bridge 56 free. It was too close to the bridge for my liking and quite dark as well as noisy from the busy road. Having taken about 30mins to try and drive pins in and finally get secure, because there were no rings, a mooring became vacant two boats back in a far lighter situation. Throwing caution to the wind, I released all the lines and bundled them aboard and reversed as fast as was safe before another boat got in there. I was not even tied up when another boat passed by, I was that close to missing it. Having got a good mooring, I decided to do Tesco in the morning. The Bell and Barge Harvester house was across a very busy dual carriageway leading in and out of Rugby. As I would usually visit in rush hour, today was a time to give it a miss as it too dangerous to cross that road at that time. There would only be Doombar on tap anyway, just as there has been for the past three years at least.

After what I said about going to Tesco, I later realised that I had no vegetables to go with the last slice of calves liver, so a shopping trip was essential. It is also important to take some money to pay for it, as I realised when I got there, so there was no alternative but to retrace my steps and get some - doh! Anyway it was the only exercise I got today, which was some compensation. Once again the liver was done in the usual way with homemade raspberry vinegar and cream and although the liver was more than ½” thick, every part was edible and delicious. Sweet for a treat was the gooseberries and Hagen Das ice cream. Oh yes, I live like a king, only there is no queen to share it.

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