Sunday, 31 July 2011

Boaty bloggers meet up by coincidence

Yesterday around lunchtime a boat moored up behind us, it came from the direction of the Leeds Liverpool. We didn’t know who they were and nobody seemed to be visible. So we carried about our own business (like you do). Dave was fishing behind TT, meantime I was sat a few feet away in the lux con tapping away on my laptop. We’d put some of the sides and the back up because it was STEAMING hot, but we still saw no-one on the mystery boat…
 
Later on a guy came past us walking his dog and said “Oh it’s Takey Tezey, I read your blog!” Turns out it was Geoff and the boat was:
 
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They’d been watching the Grand Prix qualifying which explains why we hadn’t seen each other. But what a coincidence, none of us had seen the name of either boat till Geoff took Meg for a walk at about 5pm, and went past TT. We’d even been in touch about meeting up because we knew they were headed this way. But somehow I’d got the wrong date in my head for them crossing the Ribble Link which is typical. It’s strange how fate steps in anyway sometimes…
 
So later on we all sat out on the towpath, had a drink (or two) and discussed “watery tales by the canal bank” till it went dark…
 
They’ve booked the Ribble Link for Tuesday, so we wished them well for a great time over on the Lancy… The subject of the “quirky locks” on the Rufford canal was also a topic of conversation, Geoff even walked down to lock 5 to check it out. Verdict: “I think these locks must have every different kind of mechanism there is,” TRUE…
 
Towpath boaty banter with Mags and Geoff on a gorgeous evening…
 
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Meg posing for the camera…
 
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And wanting me to play football…
 
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Another beautiful sunset on the Rufford, squashed between 2 clouds…
 
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Geoff and Mags set off this morning before we’d dragged ourselves out of bed.
So come on all you boaty bloggers out there, this canal might be a bit quirky and it may have it’s faults. But it’s beautiful round here, a bit like me then - ha...

Saturday, 30 July 2011

It´s the principle that counts

Says she sarcastically to BW, they bang on about things improving NOW when they haven’t even got their house in order yet…
 
This is a beautiful canal, but we also pay for a free obstacle course at no extra charge:
 
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Massive floating reed bed with 6 foot long roots in the way below…
 
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Sign next to this lock…
 
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I mean you really couldn’t make this stuff up could you? As for have I shut up? Well…
 
Another lock, another gate in pristine condition…
 
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And another one further up…
 
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After all the complaints about the bollocks bollards last year, this is our version. It makes your middle rope redundant, and is specially designed to create broken ankles…
 
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It should look like this…
 
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A lock arm specially designed (again) for hand or even bum splinters…
 
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Designed to rip the blacking off any boat that attempts to moor up there…

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These are metal rods that have worked their way through the pilings, onto the towpath, and warped. Trip, splash, oops, ouch, someone dial 999…
 
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Then there’s those pilings, deteriorated further since last time we were here…
 
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And at the end of the day, one lonely little weed planted in concrete, aww…
 
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Do you think it makes a statement…?

Friday, 29 July 2011

Up close and a bit too personal

We set off yesterday when the rain finally stopped. I’ve never been on the boat when Dave’s done a 180 degree turn in a field in the unofficial windy hole before, so I thought it might be fun to take a few unofficial photos from the bow…
 
Headed towards it…
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OMG, reeds as tall as me while I was stood on the bow…!

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Did you not hear me doing the “WOW” thing…?
 
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No bow thruster required, good job too it’d get mangled good style…

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180 done…

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Behind us, picture postcard perfect…
 
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Till you notice the lock itself is leaking in 7 different places - through the lock gates and the stone work both sides. The bridge is in good nick but that´s not the point…

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I got off the boat to do the “waterfall lock,” so I took this from the bridge while Dave drove towards it in reverse…
 
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And into it…

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Thought he’d got stuck here after the lock, sorta came to a standstill for a while there…
 
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Touchdown…
 
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Saturday, 23 July 2011

Curly Charismatic Clouds

I thought the sun was moving in…? Well this is what moved in later on yesterday around 9pm… So if I’d kept my mouth shut perhaps this wouldn’t have happened. But then again I got some great photos, and they weren’t nasty clouds anyway – just a bit strange…
 
It started off as what looked like the beginnings of a storm that was slowly gathering all around us. We were totally surrounded but blue sky was in the background like wallpaper in every direction…
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The church spire holding a cloud up in the air…
 
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This one was slightly alarming because it resembled a funnel cloud, but not to worry it ran out of steam not long after I took this…
 
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Yet within an hour the sky was clear, no wind, no rain, it was all rather strange really, so work that one out…