Day 9 – part 2

By recent standards today was a good day. The rain held until I got to Weston Favell Lock on the outskirts of Northampton. Then it poured and still is. I picked up several times but with a lot of back and forth with the gear lever managed to shake most of it off. I’ll check tomorrow morning before I leave.

Tomorrow we start on 17 narrow canal locks which will make a change from the wide river locks. Hope the weather improves though.

Day 9 Still on the Nene

The boat (Equinox) that couldn’t get through Doddington Lock yesterday morning did make it later in the day but Nick on Ebenezer and I decided to wait until today.

The rain stopped and the river has gone down quite a lot, even so there are advisory notices on the locks but we persevered through three locks to White Mills Marina. Filled up with diesel and water, and emptied the loo and bin. Put a load of washing on in the launderette so while that’s happening I’m writing this.

There is an area upstream known as Northampton Washlands, ie a vast low lying area of flood plain with flood barriers either end. During times of flood water from Northampton is stored there then released slowly. During such times the barriers prevent boats passing through. The manager at White Mills has phoned around trying to find out if the barriers are shut but no-one knows. Not even EA at Northampton Marina. There’s no advice on the EA app either. Nick has gone on ahead and will phone me.

Just discovered Equinox is going to Llangollen as well!

Day 8 - Nene, still

Day 8 – Nene, still

Last night was ‘interesting’. I was worried about relying on mudweights to hold Seren still against the wind and current so every time I woke I peered out of the window at the trees opposite to make sure they were still there. I needn’t have worried, by the time I came to lift the weights this morning they were well tangled in the weeds.

Seren may not have moved a significant distance but she surged back and forth and swayed side to side all night. And as she did the fenders hanging on the sides banged against the hull surprisingly loudly.

It poured with rain all night and this morning the river level was noticably higher, good news as it puts Seren’s prop further from the weed on the river bottom. There was a much stronger current too which had shifted some of the clots of weed floating around last night. After breakfast, and the discovery that the milk had gone off, I once more stripped and pulled the weed off the prop and shaft.

I heaved the rear mudweight onto the back deck, together with at least its own weight in weed. The front one I managed to get half out of the water and left it, and several kilos of weed, dangling. With the extra depth was able to pole Seren away from the bank and get her moving. She picked up some weed but we were able to make slow progress against the current to Doddington Lock. Passing a FOTRN mooring ‘Manor Farm’ with a narrowboat ‘Miss Molly’ moored there. From Llangollen according to the signwriting on the cabinsides

The guillotine gate was closed and I could see loads of hi-vis jackets on the lockside as I approached. I assumed it was EA closing the lock, but actually they were Amey staff. No idea why they were there but they were trying to help a bloke with a narrowboat in the lock. I tied up to the landing stage as they opened the guillotine. Turns out the narrowboat was trying to go my way, up river but the boater was unable to open the top gates against the flow of water over them. I backed away from the landing stage, he reversed out looking shaken and tied up.

There wasn’t room for both of us and Seren is short so I was able to turn her around and head back to Manor Farm I’m currently moored behind Miss Molly. Might go and introduce myself later and find out if they are really from Llan.

Which reminds me; I don’t use Facebook but at a GOBA meeting someone mentioned an FB group ‘Spotted on the Ouse’ so I had a nosey using fake ID. There was a post from a bloke with a tug-style narrowboat, Ebenezer, about to depart for Wales. Didn’t say where but Llangollen is most likely. I passed it moored somewhere near Wellingborough yesterday. I guess he’d decided to sit out the weather.

I suspect I’ll be sitting it out myself for a while.

Update; Ebenezer just passed. I shouted to the owner about the lock and suggested he stop here. I suspect he’ll be back.

Day 7 – Wet Again

It started raining again about 8.30 last night and was still raining this morning. I got all dressed up in several layers of warm clothes topped off with waterproofs and boots and set off.

Wellingborough was only one lock away from last night’s stop. There’s a riverside park with sanitary facilities for emptying boat loos, fresh water and bins. It was still raining and I wasn’t blocking access to the tap or Pump Out so I stayed.

Today is deadline day for GOBA News, ie the day when I work out who hasn’t submitted what they promised and start chasing them. It’s a free magazine for GOBA members, no-one gets paid so chasing people for work seems a bit harsh, but it needs doing. It was working out OK, getting some work done on a day when boating wouldn’t be fun. After 11.00 the sky lightened and the rain lessened and I was tempted, but decided to wait for lunch. Then it rained heavily again.

After lunch I got all dressed up again and set off. Last year when I went up the Nene I was stopped six times between Thrapston and Wellingborough with weed tangled round the prop. I’m a month later this year and a lot of weed had been cut, and the rain made the river deeper which helps. I was starting to feel that in my ongoing battle with the Nene I’d won one. And then I came out of Wollaston Lock into a section of river like a swamp with great clots of weed floating around and blanket weed spreading out from the banks.

Inevitably the prop fouled and with no power Seren drifted into the weedy bank.

Seren has a weed hatch at the back of the cabin, a sort of vertical shaft over the propellor. So I stripped to the waist knelt on the floor and started cutting and pulling weed away and throwing it out of the back door. Which meant leaving the door open and having the cold rain blow in on my back.

It took about half an hour. Then I got dressed, started the engine, selected forward gear and picked up more weed.

This time I poled Seren away from the bank as far as I could and deployed the ‘mud weights’ – basically lumps of concrete used on rivers instead of anchors. Then spent another half hour down the hatch, hoping that away from the bank I’d be able to avoid picking up more weed.

This time the River Nene wins. If anything the time taken to foul the prop was even shorter, about a second. So I chucked the mudweights out again closed the cockpit cover and retreated to the cabin. The heater is on, I’ve made hot coffee and just about thawed out.

Tomorrow I’ll flag down a passing boat and beg a tow to the next lock. There’s usually deep water at the landing stages so I can de-weed again and (hopefully) escape. For now it looks like a long night of radio and reading.

Day 6 - More manual labour

Day 6 – More manual labour

I’m officially a Friend of the River Nene, I paid £12 to join FOTRN (similar to GOBA) so I can use their moorings. Sometimes though I think the Nene and I are far from friends. Moorings, FOTRN or EA or other, are few and far between in the middle section but more plentiful after Pear Tree Farm where I spent last night. As a consequence I often face the dillema of stopping too soon when I could press on, or leaving it too late and finding the next mooring is hours away.

No need to open paddles at Titchford today

Today worked out OK I found a lovely meadow mooring at Great Addington at lunchtime and another near Wellingborough for the night. I wouldn’t normally stop for lunch I’d made sandwiches and a flask of coffee to keep me going but there were three more hand operated locks before lunch and I was shattered. I have a cunning plan for making a handle for them before I come this way again.

Somewhere on the Nene today

And talking of handles, I lost a lock windlass, the short throw one that came with the boat. At Higham Ferrers Lock there was a bunch of kids, aged 12-14 I think swimming and messing about. They got out and offered to help, so locking took twice as long as when I do it myself. They weren’t malicious just curious, enthusiastic and bit dopey.

Once we’d finally got the lock full and the gates open they started undoing ropes and pushing Seren away from the side. Before I’d got on. I used the windlass to hook a rope and pull it back, untangled the other ropes pulled Seren back again when one idiot pushed her off and in a melee I forgot to pick up the windlass. Shame really because it’s handy for some Nene locks where there is little space between the spindle and the lock beam.

Whitemills Marina tomorrow for Water, Diesel, Loo emptying – and a lock windlass. Weather permitting. Might make it to Northampton and get off this river, canals are a lot less hassle..

Day 5 - Still wet

Day 5 – Still wet

And frustrating. There’s a rule on the Nene that locks should be left with the top gates and paddles shut and the bottom (guillotine) gate open, ie up. That should mean anyone heading upstream like me can cruise straight into a lock.

Unfortunately someone had been before me and not followed the rule so the first four locks were set against me. By not following the rules the previous crew had:

Entered the lock, shut the bottom gate, opened the paddles to fill the lock, opened the gates and left, leaving the paddles open. Simples!

Following them I had to:

Tie up below the lock, close the top gates, close the top paddles, open the bottom gate, walk back to Seren and enter the lock, climb up the lock ladder and tie up Seren, close the bottom gate, open the paddles, open the top gate, get back on Seren and move her to the landing stage, get off Seren and walk back to the lock to close the gate on the near side, then walk down the lock over the bridge and back up the lock to close the paddle and gate on the far side, walk back to the guillotine gate and open it.

And three of the first four gates were the hand operated variety so I had to wind the gate up, down and up again each time. All in the pouring rain. I was not amused.

The bridge below Lilford lock

After Oundle things improved, it stopped raining and the locks were set right.

I cruised on to the Friends of the River Nene (FOTRN) mooring at Pear Tree Farm just below Titchmarsh Lock. Now for some GOBA editing…

Day 3 and it’s going well

Last night was very cold. I went to bed early wearing most of my clothes, with the rest on top of the sleeping bag.  Slept well though and woke early determined to get an early start. Today was bright and clear but still cold. Left Outwell at 06.30 wearing 6 layers of clothes and got to Marmont Priory lock at 07.00. Opened the top slackers (paddles) to fill it. Noticed the bottom ones were padlocked and assumed the EA key would fit. Doesn’t.  Waited ’til 07.30 then rang the lock keeper’s bell. Waited a bit. Rang again. Found phone number.  Voice mail. Left message. Tried again. Called Middle Level Commisioners’ office. Not open ’til 08.30. Keeper arrived 08.20. She’d slept through the ringing. And the phone calls. Left at 08.48.

After that things went surprisingly well. I got to Ashline lock about 12.05 just as a narrow boat was leaving. Better yet there were two more waiting to come down and their crews were happy to work the lock for me to speed things up. I was out in 10 minutes. One of the blokes off one of the boats said Stanground was about an hour and a quarter. He was right. I tied up at 1.30pm, an hour early. Had lunch then hauled the sunlounger out onthe bank for a kip.

Roused by the lock keeper at 2.30 and locked through. Stopped at the sanitary station in Peterborough. Last year when we brought Seren across from Pershore we stopped at the same place.  The sluice for Elsan toilets is part of a public WC, which was surrounded by temporary barriers. Eventually we realised there was access round the side where there was a gap in the barrier. Twelve months later the fence is still there and there was one guy with his head down an access point . I checked the sluice was accessible and found the door open. There’s a new sluice and a new drain and a one metre gap between them. No pipe. I emptied the loo down the pipe.

Went shopping in Peterborough.  Bread and milk almost impossible to find but could have my nails done and hair cut twenty times over.

Not a great place to stay long, but a mile or so upstream is the start of a long riverside park inc Ferry Meadows, Orton Meadows and tbe bit I’m in called Thorpe Wood which has its own arm off the river with a landing stage and pub. According to my itinary from Canal Plan this is where I should stop on the fourth night, so I’m a day ahead. But there’s a lot of locks on the Nene and the N’hants arm, so that’ll slow me down.