heron fish watching |
heron in flight |
We woke to a
cloudless sky and the barometer pointing to fair. The view over the Weaver
valley was beautiful and birdsong filled the air. After a relaxed breakfast we
cast off without the fridge flashing to ask for more power.
idyllic cruising |
We paused to buy
bread and milk in a farm shop only to find it was closed. In that minute (Blue
Dragonfly who we have passed and been over taken by since Monday) overtook us
again. Realising time was tight to enter Saltersford tunnel between the half
hour and ten to the hour we tried to keep them in sight. Blue Dragonfly slowed
down for moored boats and corners so we kept up fine.
Peaceful flash |
We rounded the
final bend with two minutes in hand. Blue Dragonfly’s nose was in the tunnel –
then it slowly backed up.
“I thought I saw a
boat in the tunnel,” he said. Lottie played with his terrier as we waited but
no boat came out until 10 past 10.
By the time we
entered Saltersford tunnel there was another boat moored behind us. Inside the
tunnel I was convinced there were more boats following it but the tunnel was so
bent it was hard to tell.
The canal snaked across
a winding hole then entered Barnton tunnel. Once again Blue Dragonfly entered
the tunnel and backed out. We floated around for five minutes with the boat
behind drifting round the corner, then a boat popped out.
Old salt working base |
Blue Dragonfly
entered the tunnel like a ferret down a rabbit hole before any other boat could
enter from the southern portal. The journey through the tunnel lasted only a
few minutes unlike Blissworth and Harecastle tunnels. When we stopped at the
other side of Barnton tunnel at the handy mooring rings we counted the boats as they passed us.
One two three. The last two boats must have timed their approach to the tunnel
perfectly – unlike us.
Factory complex |
Armed with bread
and milk we had lunch before we cruised on. We passed the Anderton Lift
gleaming in the sunlight but there were lots of empty moorings nearby –unlike
the last time we passed when it was full up.
The Lion Salt Works were still being restored but maybe they will be open for visitors next year
Today the flashes were quiet - perhaps the local wild life was sleeping hidden in the reed beds.
Factory pipe bridges |
We passed a vast factory complex of a paint producer that stretched for miles. somehow it was more attractive in the sunlightThe afternoon grew hotter and
hotter. I sat in the shade of the front door until the boat turned towards the
sun. Whilst steering I tried to keep my legs in the shade from the door as I
felt I was cooking, even though I had slathered the sun screen on.
Cloud reflections |
As we reached the
idyllic Bramble Cuttings (a tiny patch of green shaded by trees on the off side
away from walkers and cyclists) the Captain decided to moor behind the other
boat.
“We’ll move on and
moor below the Big lock later,” he said swiftly tying up to the mooring rings
on discovering our boat just fitted the shorter gap. What a relief not to bang
pins in on such a scorching afternoon.
This way |
We settled at the
nearest picnic bench in the dappled shade while Lottie sniffed around
haphazardly. The guy from the
other boat fished from his stern enjoying the peace. Several boaters passed and
remarked on our idyllic spot but could not moor as the brambles closed in
beyond our boat.
Shade wonderful shade |
Attached to the
tree by our bench was a sign. Instead of the more usual KEEP OUT or PRIVATE
this sign read TO THE BEACH. I though how strange then relaxed until Lottie
investigated
the path it pointed to. We followed her and found it led to a tiny
sandy beach which led into the canal. Lottie waded out until she only had her
head above water enjoying the cool water. It must be so hot wearing a fur coat
in summer.
The Captain was so
relaxed with his pre-dinner beer he decided to stay the night.
Lottie found the beach |
“It’s a beautiful spot.
Who cares if it’s a bit early,” he murmured rubbing his aching back. “The early
stop will prove whether one leisure battery will cope with another full night
without power.”
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