Continuing on from yesterday’s faintly musical title – we certainly were ‘blowin’ in the wind’ today. At certain times we thought we were at sea! Boating today was ‘challenging’.
At one point, after pulling in to the side to let Ian off for a lock, Karen got blown right over the other side of the canal and got stuck in the mud. Luckily there was a way down to her from the bridge behind us, and the men went to help and managed to push her off. We had already set the lock so she went hell for leather for the open gates. Lock entries are also ‘interesting’ as each lock has a very strong by-wash below it, which pushes the front of the boat towards the side wall of the lock entrance – I have refused to drive the boat as I know I’ll crash into the locks – maybe I’ll drive on the way back.
It was impossible for Karen to get back to the towpath side to pick Ian up, but Rog managed to reverse into the mouth of the lock so Ian and I were both able to get aboard, so we had a hitch-hiker for a little while – Rog let him drive!
We are now moored below Grindley Brook Locks, ready to tackle them in the morning. We had a stroll up the locks to re-acquaint ourselves – we used to come and gongoozle here many years ago. There is a cottage beside the bottom lock which was almost derelict in those days and I used to covet it, and imagine what it would be like fully restored. We saw it advertised for sale in one of the waterways mags a few years ago and it is obviously lived in now, but not as attractive as I imagined it could be. Memory playing tricks on me again!
5.7 miles and 4 locks