Cracks Hill to Bridge 24 to Crick Wharf to Home Farm Footbridge
Internet, TV and phone signal can be really bad round here. The ever growing Dirft buildings near the M1 get in the way of TV signal, so as we move around we get varying coverage. So there may not be as many posts as normal as sitting waiting to see if a post uploads is extremely boring, especially when it doesn’t!
Yesterday we decided to give Lillian a bit of a run out and give her batteries a treat. By the end of the day we wanted to be moored opposite the water point at Crick Wharf. So instead of winding at the hole right next to us we pootled along through Yelvertoft to the unofficial winding hole shortly after Bridge 24.
I bum shuffled out into the cratch to watch the world go by. It’s not the same as being at the back with Mick, but the back steps are still beyond my capability.
The slipway at Yelvertoft was busy. I thought I counted 4 boats as we went out but on the way back it looked more like 6 with another waiting it’s turn to come out. Wonder how many is their maximum?
When we got back to Crick, Mick pulled Lillian through the bridge and asked a boat if they could shift up a bit as they’d not left quite enough space for a second boat. We wanted to be here to make it easy for me to get off in the morning. Once moored up Mick headed off to pick up this weeks hire car and a click and collect shop from a supermarket.
This morning was a very early start. We only see this time of day normally if a tide dictates it, trying to get a mooring in London or something exciting is going to happen. Today it was the latter!
Our original plan was to take Lillian over to the water point where I could easily get off, then move her back to a mooring before heading off in the car. But we’d have had to have been awake even earlier to do that! So instead I stood on the grass verge as far away from the canal hump back bridge as possible and waited for Mick to pick me up in the car, hoping that we wouldn’t be a hazard at 6.30 am. We weren’t and soon joined the traffic on the M1 heading north to Sheffield.
About an hour later Chris from Finesse rang and asked how far away we were, 20 miles, but with rush hour traffic. NB Oleanna was going to be next to be lifted at the yard, would we make it in time! Nothing we could do but carry on and hope that traffic wasn’t too bad.
With wagons and a crane in the yard we decided to head to Cadman Bridge, from there we’d be able to see what was happening and not be in the way. Sadly NB Oleanna was already sat in the water, her bottom was wet, we’d missed it. She was sitting on a list and chaps were loading extra ballast onto her which brought her to a near level.
NB Sheffield Maid was having strops adjusted so we stood and watched as she was craned out, swung over and lowered onto a wagon. She was then take down to the other end of the yard, the crane followed moving sideways on it’s five pairs of wheels. NB Muddy Waters was reversed up to be next boat out of the cut, it was busy!
There were a few jobs that had been ticked off the list since last week so we went to have a look. One problem, how was I going to get on board? The bow of NB Oleanna was level with the side where she was tied up and there was a gap to cross. In the end Ricky brought a pallet along on the prongs of a fork lift truck with a piece of slightly soggy carpet for me to sit on. Once sat down I could swing my legs round then I was lowered over the gap so that I could shuffle off onto the bow. Job done!
It was really weird being on her on the water especially on a slight list. Our sofa had arrived on Monday afternoon and was in position. This will be an occasional bed when needed, most probably for my nephew or if Frank and Steve ever come to visit us at the same time (they can fight over who has the dinette and who has the sofa). We now have a back door lock, an extra power socket and storage for the table legs. A couple more jobs got added to the list, but only things that will be sorted once she has settled in the water.
Head battery man was called whilst we were there. Today is ‘Bday’. Much discussion was had between us all as to which way to go, but as always head battery man was going to call Ricky back after checking on things, he still had hope on a 24volt battery, we didn’t!
Watching more boats be loaded onto wagons reminded me of the days when scenery used to be loaded into the McCarthy Theatre at the SJT in Scarborough using a winch up the side of the building to the fourth floor. Ropes attached to 6 meter long pieces of scenery, the pavement cordoned off, high vis and hard hats and a silent prayer for no gusts of wind. Today there were no hard hats or high vis just sunshine and ropes.
Despite it only being midday we were hungry and we decided to have what might be our last fish finger butty at the Quays. But as we approached the cafe it looked empty, then we realised that we’ve already had our last butty! So instead we went to the other cafe and had much nicer sandwiches.
Back in Crick we parked up at The Moorings and Mick brought Lillian over to pick me up. The submerged shelf by the water point made me wish that Ricky was there with the fork lift and pallet to get me over the gap, but we managed it in the end. Once the car was returned we then moved away back through Crick tunnel to where the lambs are numerous and TV reception, internet and phone signal actually exist!
0 locks, 7.91 miles, 1 soggy tunnel, 0 mysterons, 1 wind, 1 suspicious rabbit, 1 red car, 5.30am! 1 bottom wetting missed, 1 floating boat, 1 intentional list, 4 craned boats, 5 axles, 2 wagons, 1 pallet, 1 fork lift, 1 bottom dampened, 1 lock, 1 sofa, 1 pouffe, 0 battery, 1 phone call waited for, 20 minutes turned into 45, 45 minutes intentional.