We set off fairly early to make the most of the good weather
and soon caught a Viking afloat hire boat doing the same. He was a little bit slow but we were happy to follow
him.
At the next bridge on a blind corner he told an oncoming boat that there was nothing behind him. They accelerated through the bridge believing it to be clear and nearly collided with us. We soon caught him up again and he waved us past, but the canal was too narrow with him in the centre of the channel. With the bends coming up we remained several boat lengths behind. The Captain declined which was just as well as a boat promptly appeared round the corner.
tree stump art by the canal |
At the next bridge on a blind corner he told an oncoming boat that there was nothing behind him. They accelerated through the bridge believing it to be clear and nearly collided with us. We soon caught him up again and he waved us past, but the canal was too narrow with him in the centre of the channel. With the bends coming up we remained several boat lengths behind. The Captain declined which was just as well as a boat promptly appeared round the corner.
round weir typical of this canal |
approaching Gailey Lock |
The boaters told me the Viking Afloat had forced his way through driving the boats to the side then yelled “there’s another one behind.” The poor boaters waited for us to zoom through the arch while we were waiting for them!
We finally moored at Lottie’s favourite spot above Gailey
lock and watched the Viking afloat hire boat try to return to its base above
the lock. It took them ages as the next boaters to come up the lock told us
there were six cruisers and three narrow boats waiting to lock down. Of course
one of those was the Viking afloat hire boat that was only trying to return to
base three hours late.
hire boat base by the lock |
However by the time we reached the water point only one boat
was queuing although the lock-side was bustling with volunteers.
boat ahead descending |
The boat ahead left the lock gates open even though no boats
were waiting below.
“Aren’t you going to close up?” I asked the crew. They
ignored me.
I struggled to close one heavy bottom gate and wondered how
I would do the other as the only way across was blocked by busy painters.
Thankfully one of the volunteers closed it for me saving me from walking across
the half painted upper gate. He then asked me to pass him a windlass so that he
could work the far paddle to save me crossing over.
It was a lovely sunny afternoon with enough cloud cover to
give respite. After watching the long queue at lunch time it was surprising
that we didn’t queue at the following locks. Better still we arrived at several
just as a boat was leaving so were able to drive straight in.
We finally moored at Acton Trussell after completing six
more locks.
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