Congratulations to Toby and Sarah on their marriage on 9th September 2017.
Congratulations to Toby and Sarah on their marriage on 9th September 2017.
We spotted a Canal Boat Club boat, “Mad As A Hatter”, heading for the lock and we were in Romy’s words “off like a rocket” to share the heavy load down the Buckby Locks. We were just in time as another boat came round the corner just after we had set off. He thought he was going to go down the locks with us until we pointed out another boat was actually waiting in front of us.
Although not frantically enthusiastic about helming into locks with other boats Romy managed the whole flight very skilfully.
A single hander entered lock 11 and emptied it, just after Oliver and Mad etc. left lock 10. He was still there unable to open the gate to get out when we arrived. For some strange reason he had closed the bottom paddles before opening the gate and the lock had started to fill up again because he had not closed the top ground paddle properly! He claimed “these locks have been a problem for years”. He did the same thing at the next lock, so we rescued him again.
At the Bottom Lock, number 13, we were surrounded by staff from Santander who were on a team building day. It seems a shame that they were just pulling up weeds rather than something a little more challenging and helpful to the boating fraternity.
We stopped at Rugby Boats for diesel and a pump out. Our estimate was 100 litres and we actually squeezed in 108.9. Unfortunately the attendant, Josh, dropped the pump out adaptor in the canal and didn’t have a spare. It was comforting to know that we could use the facilities at Heyford Fields.
We turned neatly into the marina and proceeded to reverse onto the services pontoon until the wind caught the bow and absolutely refused to allow it to turn in the direction we wanted. We changed tack and went in forwards.
If we reversed down to Oliver’s mooring perhaps we could get into that without having a similar problem. No chance. When we were half way there the wind caught us again and so we entered the berth forwards as well. At least there were no dramas! Just two failures. In defence the wind was probably gusting between Force 5 and 6 so it may have been a tad over optimistic to even try.
That’s the end of another lovely holiday with Oliver who has served us admirably. Only one day of rain in a whole month, fantastic, and no dramas this year.
Thank you Toby and Sarah for allowing us to share Oliver once again. He is not as black as he was when he left his home but he probably will be after the weekend.
We headed towards Braunston, at 8:15, aiming to get there in time for the chandlery to be open.
We were able to find a 48 hour mooring just after bridge 1 which gave us a short walk to the chandlery where we bought a tin of Epifanes mutiforte. We are now poised for the great black op.
We saw a few boats that need a lot more touching up. Why are they allowed on the canals?
We saw a rather odd procedure going up Braunston locks. Two boats were coming down together but they only opened one gate. One of the boats then had to move from one side to the other to get out and took ages doing it. When he came out and Romy was nicely positioned, where she should be, to enter the lock, he had the cheek to say that’s where he wanted to go and she was in the way. The boats following this odd pairing were tearing their hair out as they had refused to modify this bizarre approach in the previous four locks and a queue was building up behind them.
Some of the Braunston locks seem to have racks sticking up everywhere.
Although Romy expressed a desire to “do the Braunston Locks” they were just too heavy so she had to revert to being helmswoman once again.
The tunnel was uneventful apart from a small bump with an oncoming boat just after we had entered and before our eyes had adjusted. The language from the other boat, particularly the “lady” was not very demure. We passed two other boats without incident.
Peter must have suffered a memory lapse for the expected mooring between bridges 7 and 8 after Braunston Tunnel failed to materialise. An effort to test out the water depth at the bank led to a hasty retreat and a decision to press on for a bit.
We finally ended up just past bridge 12 after the first of the Buckby Locks and just in view of the second lock. This is not an official visitor mooring but is a good spot with Armco rails and loads of deep water. It is also close to a small memorabilia shop (which also sells ice creams) and a pub. We have come to a sort of conclusion that the place we are most unlikely to choose to moor is on a visitor mooring shown in Pearson!
We moored at 13:45 just in time to miss the next rain showers – excellent.
We walked back to The New Inn for our second pub meal in a row. Well it was so close it seemed a shame not to take advantage.
Waking early seems to have become an ingrained habit. We cast off at 7:35 this morning. It was dry but grey and quite chilly. Soon patches of blue appeared and it was not long before it became another beautiful day.
As we approached our first lock at Marston Doles another boat, that had been at the water point, shot out in front of us, they were in such a hurry that they had to come back to get their key! A few locks down another boat told us they had a similar experience but the boat that leaped out had forgotten to untie their rear rope. That must have been very funny to watch.
There were volunteers on the Napton Locks and they were extremely helpful to us rather than the boat in front, perhaps because of our tale of disgust or perhaps it was the cookies Romy gave them. One of them went ahead and prepared several of the locks for us. This meant we made very good time to Napton so we had a good lunch at the somewhat eccentrically decorated Folly Inn. We then had a walk up the hill to the village store.
As we passed Black Prince Marina a 70ft boat came hurtling out of the marina without seeming to look in either direction. The owner was clearly not pleased when we made it clear that we expected him to stop.
We thought it would be good to get clear of Braunston early on Thursday to avoid returning hire boats and considered stopping at the moorings either side of bridge 102. Another bike recce showed that there were numerous excellent moorings all the way down to just before bridge 100 so that’s where we eventually tied up. This we thought provided an excellent starting point for our journey through Braunston tomorrow, not forgetting we have to stop at the chandlery to accomplish a black operation.
It was a bit gloomy when we first looked out this morning and the forecast was showing a gap in the rain between 9 and 11 so we took our time and started out at 8:45. After 15 minutes there was some light rain but it was not worth worrying about. The water seemed a little higher this morning but two boats going towards Cropredy still found the ground on a couple of corners.
We reached our mooring just before bridge 124 at about 9:50 and surprise, surprise there was Straight ’N’ Narrow. They had passed us yesterday evening and decided that this was a good place to overnight. We joined them for coffee and Romy provided some of her super duper home made cookies. They said they were going to head off to Napton this afternoon which they did in spite of the by now fairly persistent rain.
Looking out from our bow brings to mind The Elephant’s Child, in the Just So Stories, in which he described the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River. The Oxford Canal at this point may not be greasy but it does look grey-green and not very appetising.
Peter seems to be accident prone and can never get to the end of any trip without losing something. This time it is Oliver’s tiller pin which is a lovely chromed figure of Oliver with his begging bowl from Dickens’ Oliver Twist. There will now be a world wide search for a replacement. A search of the very muddy canal bottom with the sea magnet and a very small fishing net was not successful. All I fished up was black mud.
6pm and it’s still raining.
I felt a need to put in a more cheery picture and this one is at Slat Mill Lock late on Sunday evening.
We were awake quite early this morning. As we spotted a boat coming down “our” lock we decided to take advantage and set off at 7:35. This turned out to be an excellent choice as we had every lock in our favour. They were either ready to open, had just a couple of inches of water in them or another boat just coming down.
Some of the locks had had a bit of first aid (plastic tape bandaid) but apparently were still awaiting proper attention after several months. We again noticed some very strong water flows pushing Oliver forward in the locks and the ground paddles needed to be raised cautiously.
We reached the Top Lock (17) having seen three boats queuing at one lock to come down and another three or four at different places. There was only one boat behind us during the entire flight.
We had been warned that the water levels were very low all along the summit and particularly in Fenny “Tunnel”. This news was accurate. Passing other boats was a bit fraught with one or the other often ending up aground, though the bottom seemed quite soft in many places. On some corners the very shallow water made turning a bit like steering a car on ice. Full rudder, a goodly number of revs on the engine and the boat just went straight ahead! Somehow we miraculously avoided actually getting stuck or hitting anything. We heard stories of others who were not so lucky.
After the trials of the Fenny “Tunnel” we had considered stopping in Fenny Compton. We moored up briefly on the outskirts, checked out the opportunities and decided to move on. We tried a few places in the area of bridge 132 but all were too shallow. We kept going until 14:35 when we found some Armco barriers with a reasonable depth of water just before bridge 129. By 7pm this had become a very popular stopping place but boats were still passing by in both directions.
Black clouds gathered not long after we arrived but the rain predicted for much earlier in the day has still not arrived.
We think we will probably move up to the moorings just before bridge 124 tomorrow and sit out the rain. This will not be very demanding, will charge the batteries, heat the water and position us very nicely to get through Napton on Wednesday. We will then be ready for Braunston Locks and Tunnel on Thursday. But hey! Who knows? Perhaps the sun will shine again tomorrow.
The canal at Banbury was as busy on Sunday as it was on Saturday with the first boats on the move at 7am. Not us this time we didn’t leave until 12:55 after replenishing supplies at M&S.
Unusually for us on this trip we met boats at each of the two locks one in front going up and one or two waiting to come down.
We found the ground paddles at Hardwick and Bourton Locks quite vicious and having taken some care opening them still needed quite a bit of reverse to maintain position.
We saw a rather spectacular display of Rosebay Willowherb in a field next to Bourton Lock and could not resist a photo.
We had asked several people who had come to Banbury from Cropredy about moorings out in the country on the way. They had all been quite negative saying there were very few places and shallow water in the banks. Fake News – well mostly. We tried the banks in a few odd places and they were shallow but just before Slat Mill Lock (26) we were surprised to find a fairly long run of steel clad bank with deep water all along. It is in fact several inches deeper than we need. We moored here, at 14:45, and walked into Cropredy taking a depth gauge (aka long stick marked with gaffer tape). On the way we found numerous similar places ideal for mooring and with lots of water. We were rather surprised at the sate of some of the boats moored just on the edge of Cropredy a few of which looked sadly neglected.
We stopped at the Brasenose Arms for a drink and when we walked into the bar there were the Straight ’N’ Narrow crew Billy and Lynda. We had a couple of drinks and a couple of words. None of us is very talkative so there wasn’t much to discuss!
We had a very enjoyable stroll back to Oliver although some cows challenged our rights to the canal on the way.
We arrived just in time for our evening meal and found one other boat had joined us in this excellent spot.
Anyone recognised the song yet?
The first picture today shows the view we had last night from Oliver as the sun finally set. What a lovely setting! Then this morning it was another bright and sunny day and as you can see not too many people around. Well it was only 7:30 when we left to go to Banbury.
It was not such a pretty journey as yesterday’s although the banks were, in places, lined by a good variety of flowers including meadow sweet, purple loosestrife, greater and rosebay willow herb and some we could not identify.
The lock at Aynho is another of those strangely shaped ones. Although shallow its gates were quite resistant.
We had decided to moor at the first opportunity at Banbury as were not sure how easy it would be to find a space but … the visitor moorings on the outskirts of the town were really pretty dreadful, one lot right opposite a smelly iron works of some sort. We found somewhere just about acceptable and out came the bike again. After a short distance it became clear that there were about five or six places left on the main visitor moorings in town so we moved on to one of those. This is a much more pleasant environment altogether but very busy. We had intended to stay in Banbury tomorrow but may move on, after replenishing our food stocks, to another rural idyll, if we can find one close to Cropredy.
We took our laundry to Cotton Clouds in Broad Street and had a quick lunch while we waited. We have not done this for years but decided to try the local McDonalds. The food was OK but we will not be repeating the experiment for a good many more years.
During our wander around Banbury we found a special treat for Sarah, a Victorian letter box that has been in service ever since 1857.
We cast off at 7:45 today. It was another lovely morning with a sky that looked as if it was stuffed with cotton wool balls.
In fact the whole day was most enjoyable. It remained hot and quite sunny up until around 3pm but there were always a few clouds around and quite a number of shady areas under the trees so there was some respite from the sun.
Shipton Weir Lock, which could perhaps be Shipton Weird Lock, is hexagonal, or octagonal if you count the gates, and has warning lights which are doubtless very helpful when the Cherwell is in spate. As we passed it was very sedate.
Northbrook Lock was really hard work and an earlier user had put a notice on the gates saying how they were unable to fill it until a wave came from the lock above. Being a honed athlete Peter managed to crack the gate open enough to let some additional water in!
Just to prove that Peter is superhuman and does everything, Romy took some pictures on her latest beloved gadget.
We saw a few more boats today but not many hire boats.
In fact every lock had been in our favour until Allen’s Lock.
We had planned on stopping somewhere around Heyford Common Lock but Straight ’n’ Narrow, who we caught up with at Allen’s Lock, and a couple of other boats had said that the gates at Somerton Deep Lock were extremely hard to move. So we decided to push on past this while there were several boats around rather than face that obstacle early the next morning. Straight ’n’ Narrow’s owners have a grandson named Oliver and had been trying to get a photo of Oliver since they first saw us several days ago.
Pearson says that the Oxford Canal is at its most charming and sublime between Thrupp and Heyford. We certainly found it a most attractive section all the way to the other side of Somerton Deep Lock where we moored just beyond the lifting bridge 193. This is a quiet rural place just far enough from the railway.
The forecast predicted thunderstorms so we had already decided to stay in Thrupp for the day. Fatigue may have been an additional factor but we can’t admit to that. In reality apart from a few drops of rain on three occasions it was hot, dry and sunny all day. We were however quite happy doing not a lot.
We had a walk including a brief visit to the co-op about a mile or so along the towpath. This gave us another chance to check out the moorings and the situation was similar to yesterday with very few free spaces anywhere desirable.
We sat in Oliver’s folding chairs reading our books in the evening and that was strenuous enough for us with the temperature at 8pm still 26C.
As it is looking as if it might be another scorcher tomorrow we are considering an even earlier start, maybe. So we wish you all a very good night.