Monday, 18 May 2009

Still blethering...

Ok, the 'flight' moment has passed and I find I still want to blog. However, I don't think this will be a boat blog anymore, as I'm on a fixed mooring now and will have nothing to relate. But I still want to write up some of the things that happen to me and about people I meet and to keep a record for myself. (If I'm on your boat blog-roll, you may want to remove me, won't mind!)

I had great help in getting near my mooring, from Simon on nb Tortoise. Without his cheerful energy, I'd have still been languishing back at Sandbach, waiting for the wind to drop. Anyone else thinking of inviting him aboard, do ask to sample his excellent apple crumble!

I had been going to spend a second night at Marple junction but changed my mind after some lads chucked a half-eaten pack of jelly on my solar panels. I darted out and chucked the pack after the escaping gigglers which wasn't a good idea cos my dog leapt after it and ate the lot before I could rugby-tackle him to the ground. No adverse reactions to the high sugar content, thank goodness, although I was sorry to see his poo didn't emerge in a beautiful jelly-mould shape as I'd hoped.

Anyway, I continued up the canal, managing one lift bridge well, then making a ridiculous mistake with the second. The boat was hanging well back from the bridge as I tied up the bow and started winching up the bridge with the windlass. Then I noticed the boat drifting gently forwards and that I'd left too much slack in the rope. Faster and faster I turned the windlass but it winched only a few inches at each turn and the boat continued drifting forwards until it crunched into the half-open bridge. Having broken one half of the glass-fronted cratch cover a year or so ago (when the gear cable snapped and unable to slow and stop, I hit a tree), I've now done in the other half.

My mooring is pretty and the surrounding landscape exciting - all plunging ravines and rolling hills. Makes me want to paint. Here's the view I have in front of my boat.

It's what I wanted of course. To have a base. To not be burning diesel just for the pleasure of travelling. But knowing I'm here in one place is also a bit scary for me. I immediately set out on a five mile walk as though to reassure myself that I can escape if I want!


grey wolf said...

I am glad you decided to continue.It doese look a wonderful location

Simon said...

lovely to see you writing again. The mooring looks great - and weren't we discussing cratch panel designs anyway? ;-)

the veg crumble needs more practice! ;-)