Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Bye, bye, Mercia

We’re out! Hurray! Open-mouthed smile
Not keen on marinas…

I’ve been using the camera on my phone while out and about, it saves me carrying both devices. Imagine my surprise then when I downloaded today’s pictures and found these dramatic images of Saturday’s sunset. I’d forgotten I’d taken them…IMG_1978 


We were reversing off our pontoon at around half-ten this morning. I’d had a run, taken Meg for her constitutional, topped up the water tank and emptied the rubbish and a loo tank. You have to take advantage of the facilities when they’re to hand…

Off we jolly well go…
A lot easier than it would have been yesterday morning! The waterways notifications of stoppages and restrictions were full of reports of blown-down trees blocking the navigation and/or towpaths on several canals. None near us though. We could do with some more firewood!

We pulled across to Midland Chandlers bit of wharf for a few minutes. I took the electronic gate key back to the office, redeeming the £20 deposit, which was earmarked for 2x4L containers of loo blue. MC have a special offer on – the normal price is £13.99 but they’ll sell you two for £20. Not to be sniffed at. But they were out of stock.

Out under the road bridge and a right turn onto the T&M took us down past the scattering of moored boats to Willington.IMG_1980

We caught up with a boat as the canal swung in to join the noisy A38. He was going really slowly. Really. As we got nearer I could see that his prop wash was confused, going out sideways instead of a clean “tunnel” backwards. I gave him a toot and gestured that  wanted to pass. He obligingly pulled over, so I told him that he’d picked up something on the blades. We left him behind as he pulled into the bank to investigate, just before the River Dove Aqueduct.

The Dove, normally crystal clear as it runs from it’s source on Axe Edge, is muddy with sediment after the heavy rain.IMG_1982

A snatched shot of a glimpse of electric blue in the hedge…IMG_1983
I know, out of focus. Just squint a bit…

There’s not a lot to say about the approach to Burton Upon Trent. The distinct aroma of cooking hops was in the air as we approached Horninglow, so either Coors or Marston’s was making a batch of mash.

Horninglow Basin used to be bigger till they widened the A38. Nice “Muriel” though.IMG_1985
This was the western terminus for broad-beam boats up from the Trent. From here the locks and (original) bridge-holes are narrow. Brindley built this section down to Shardlow in direct competition with the Trent Navigation, so it had to take Trent barges. But he went one better. Locks on the Trent downstream to Wilden Ferry were built to take shorter boats than the standard 72 foot long canal boat. Brindley built his broad locks so that they were long enough, so from here “downhill”, pairs of narrowboats and shorter, fatter Trent barges could both use the navigation.

The first narrow lock heading north-west is under Dallow Lane, only a few hundred yards above Horninglow.

Dallow LockIMG_1988

With the construction of the Bond End Canal from wharfs on the river, up through the town to join the Trent and Mersey, it was proposed that this lock should be widened, thus allowing barge traffic from the later canal access to Shardlow via the “cut”. But the T&M canal company wouldn’t go for it. I think they missed a trick. They were already stealing cargo from the Burton Boat Company, but it all had to be transhipped at the Shobnall end of the Bond End Canal onto narrowboats to go through Dallow. If this lock had been improved the canal down through Burton, and the wharfs it serviced, would have had a longer, more successful existence.

The Shobnall end of the canal still survives, although filled in beyond the first lock. The remaining basin is home to Shobnall Marina, tucked under the narrow towpath bridge.IMG_1992
We reversed in here to take on diesel and a couple of bags of solid fuel.

Looking across the basin, the top lock is now used as a dry dock, covered over as part of the workshop.
The lift bridge across the top of the lock carries the original number… although I doubt it’s the original bridge!

In the picture of Mags entering Dallow Lock there’s a boat in the background, just off the lock landing. This is the Apollo, built in the 1920’s as a horse boat carrying coal from Cannock Chase into Birmingham. She had a counter fitted and a motor installed, got shortened and was used as a tug, and more recently ended up in Yorkshire as a trip boat.
The new owner is moving it up the T&M, but unfortunately it’s not seen a narrow lock for a number of years, and has put on a bit of girth. Dallow Lock was impassable, so a ratchet strap was borrowed from Shobnall, the sides pulled in and chained to hold them. This reduced the width enough to allow passage. This is not as barbaric as it sounds. All the boats had chains across the holds, adjusted with a bottle screw to pull in the sides when loaded with loose material like coal.

Apollo moored outside Shobnall after squeezing through Dallow.IMG_1994The new owner is going to return her to her tug form, with a longer cabin and tug deck.

We wound our way out of the town, ascended Branston Lock, and tied up just before Branston Bridge.
The lock was against us but we adopted our winter technique to go up. The bow is nudged up to the lower gates and left in gear on tick-over while I nip up and lift the lower paddles. As a level is made the boat eases forward, opening the gates while  I drop the paddles. With the boat in I close the lower gates and draw the upper ground paddles, balancing the flow till the bow button is on the gate. Lock filled, Mags gives me a hand by giving the gate a shove, then pauses just clear of the gate so I can shut it and hop back aboard after I’ve dropped the paddles.
It all takes less than five minutes, and there’s no fannying about on the lock landings. Of course, it only works if there’s no-one else around.

Moored at Branston, Meg waits patiently to play ball.IMG_1998

Alrewas tomorrow, all being well. It’s so good to be moving again…

Thanks for the comment, Alf. Yes, it wouldn't have been much fun yesterday.
Hi Carol. The all clear for another year. Great.

Locks 2, miles 7½

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Bottled It!

We were due out of Mercia Marina today, but one look at the wind-whipped water across the stern made me toddle across to the office and pay for another night. Certainly not “Jolly Boating Weather”, but there were some hardy souls out on the water.DSC_0295

Before the storm, sunrise as we set off for Yorkshire first thing yesterdayDSC_0293

Mags appointment with the nurse went OK, BP a little high but that’s hardly surprising after a 2¾ hour journey. And then there’s the white coat factor…

The drive up was fine, just a bit of traffic as we got to Stoke, but the run south was very busy on the M6. On three separate occasions we were stop-start for no apparent reason, just volume of traffic. And this was at 13:30. God knows what it was like by half past four!

I took the car back this morning, glad to see the back of it. It was a Dacia Duster, a bit of a camel, designed by committee. The six-speed gearbox could have done with one less cog and a higher ratio diff. I rarely used first gear, and even second was unnecessary if the wheels were turning. It was fairly good on mpg though, returning 45 at motorway speeds. I suppose that made up for the road and wind noise at anything above 50 mph.

While I was in the office the door opened and in came Ed Shiers of Four Counties Marine Services. He was here to service someone’s heating, he’s done the same for us in the past, as well as helping out when we were stuck in the wilds on the Leeds and Liverpool with a cooked starter motor. After he’d finished he came round to us for a brew and a bacon butty. A thoroughly nice man, highly recommended if you need anything doing.

The weather looks to be improving tomorrow, so we’ll be off and away aiming to get to Branston Water Park. With a pause at Midland Chandlers on the way out, and a visit to Shobnall Wharf for diesel and solid fuel as we toddle through Burton. 

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Windy Willington

It’s been a blowy across the marina today. Unfortunately it's a fact of life with large expanses of open water, but it doesn’t make manouevering any easier. We’re not due out of here till Tuesday, but by then it’s forecast to be worse than today as Hurricane Gonzalo zips by. I don’t think we’ll be going very far…
A couple of views of the marina…

From the top of the dog exercise field

Panorama from above Nuthatch pontoon Panorama
Dominating the horizon are the five cooling towers of Willington A and B power stations. Commissioned in the 1950’s, de-commissioned in the 1990’s. The towers are the only structures left on the site.

With plenty of time to prepare we had roast beef with Yorkshire puds, roast and mash spuds and veg for a late lunch. Lovely, even though I say so myself. Bit full now...

Friday, October 17, 2014

Mercia Marina

After KevinToo’s visit on Wednesday we moved a bit further away from Willington, to a quieter bit of towpath. It’s a very pleasant canalside village but is spoilt by the busy railway lines running close by.

Today we upped sticks again and moved into Mercia Marina.

The access channel to the marina

The marina is based on a disused gravel pit, with peninsulas added to break the moorings up into smaller, isolated areas.

Purloined from the website -

The buildings now to be seen above the road bridge is the new development called the boardwalk, which had it’s official opening just last weekend. It’s not shown on the aerial shot, above.

The BoardwalkIMG_1972

We pulled onto the visitor moorings on the Boardwalk “island” and I went to book in at the office and to find out where they were putting us for the next few days.IMG_1974

We finished up on Avocet, pretty much where we were last time we were here. You always get a good welcome here…

I had a quick visit with Bruce and Sheila, NB Sanity Again, this afternoon when I took Meg up to the exercise field for her lunchtime constitutional, then later we met the famous blogging dog Sally with Elanor and Sheila.
Tomorrow I’ll have a toddle round to the other side of the pond to see Mike and Mags on Rose of Arden.

Although we’re not going up to God’s Country (Yorkshire, of course!) until Monday I’ve got a car from Enterprise today. A bit different, a Dacia Duster. Hmm. It’s 4WD. I did explain that we were going up the M6 rather than across country…
Still, it seems to drive nicely, and I do like a higher driving position. It’ll get a bit of use before it goes back. Now then, where’s the nearest off-road course? Only joking, Mr Enterprise!  

Locks 0, miles ½

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

An easy day and a VERY welcome visitor!

It’s been a bit damp on and off today, but no heavy rain until this evening. Our trip today was split in two by Stenson Lock, the last and deepest of the broad locks at this end of the canal.

Toll house at Swarkestone, alongside the gauging narrows.IMG_1958

Nb Dessie tows a duck house, complete with solar power!IMG_1959

We spent the morning dodging Canaltime boats heading back to Sawley for Friday and Saturday. Over half of the oncoming boats today had the distinctive front cabin panel.IMG_1962

A boat was just entering the top of Stenson Lock as we arrived, and by the time they were down and out we were joined by another to go up. It’s much better to share these deep, wide locks, a single boat moves around too much with the flow of the water.

Stenson Lock, the cafe alongside is favourite spot for boat watching.IMG_1966

He’s a fine looking chap!

We headed in to Willington, needing to empty a loo tank. It was a quick visit as I’d already watered and rubbish-ed at Swarkestone. I was hoping we’d be able to moor between the winding hole and the road bridge, but we were just pipped to the last slot, so we turned around and moored a little further back.
We need to be this way around anyway, we’re booked into Mercia Marina for the weekend. Mags has her annual MOT on Monday, so we will be off up north. And we were expecting a visitor.

KevinToo, regular blog reader and contributor to this and many other blogs was coming to see us. Unfortunately his Mum, Sylia, is not so good, so couldn’t come, but he brought goodies instead.

Doughnuts for Mags…
…pork pie for me, and hide chews for Meg!

Meg looks interested too, but she’s not likely to get any of those!

We had a pleasant couple of hours chatting before he had to get away. Good to see you Kevin, anytime, especially if you bring treats! See you again soon, hopefully with Sylvia next time.

Mick off NB Rose of Arden said Hi as he passed as well, they’re in Mercia so we’ll look them up this weekend.

Locks 1, miles 5

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Up the Trent valley

Not many boats were on the move yesterday in such appalling weather. Those that had to brave the wet and windy conditions looked thoroughly miserable. Although Sunday’s sunset, if the old adage were to be believed, predicted a fine day…

Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight going to get wet!

There was just a bit of damp in the wind as we shoved off this morning, but it soon dried up. Leaving Derwent Mouth the canal passes through Shardlow, a canal village that owes it’s importance to the navigation.
When Brindley first surveyed the route of his “Grand Trunk” he was under pressure to terminate it at Burton on Trent, connecting to the existing navigable Trent at that point. But he held out, continuing his canal through the town to join the Trent at Wilden Ferry. The ferry was already a popular crossing over the river at this point, and a small settlement had grown up around it. But it was the coming of the Trent and Mersey Canal that caused the village to expand beyond all recognition, as it became an important trans-shipment point for cargos from canal boats to Trent barges. Warehouses, boatyards and the inevitable pubs flourished, many of which still remain. It’s believed that there are 50 Grade II listed buildings here.

Flood gates and banks protect the village from inundation when the Trent goes into flood, although it would have to be pretty high to justify closing these, 10 feet above normal water level.

The gates have recently been replaced, so they’re far from redundant…IMG_1934

Through Shardlow it’s difficult to decide what to photograph, there’s so much fine canal architecture.IMG_1935




The Clock Warehouse, above, is now a pub and restaurant. The clock has stopped though and the sign looks like it needs a bit of work, too!

Shardlow Lock sees the canal out of the village, unlike the other five broad locks at this end of the waterway it’s quite shallow, at just over 4 feet.

Shardlow LockIMG_1942
The next deepest is Aston Lock, at 8 feet, the others are 11 or 12 feet deep.

In fact the next lock up is Aston and is a pain.

Aston Lock, just being vacated as we arrive.IMG_1944

The bottom gates are badly balanced and swing open as soon as the lock is empty. Fine if you’re going downhill, but frustrating if you’re trying to fill the lock. The usual solution is to part raise a ground paddle, the incoming water holding the gate in place when it’s shut. This works well if it’s just one gate, but not with both. Another problem here is that the ground paddle culverts are clogged with weed, so there’s very little water going through. I finally had to open both gate paddles half-way, a very risky procedure in an empty 8 foot deep lock!IMG_1948

Luckily Mags was holding well back, but a longer boat could have been flooded. Only with a large amount of water coming in at the top could the bottom gates be closed.
Thinking about it afterwards what I should have done, for safety, is use a mooring pin and short rope on one balance beam to keep a gate shut, then the other could have been closed with far less water coming in. Ideally both gates want a short length of chain, attached to a ring bolt in the ground, and ending in a hook to go through an eye on the beam. It’s been done before…

Autumn colours

Weston Lock was very well behaved, and we pulled up just above. We were intending to stay here overnight, but after a bite of lunch it was still not yet 1 o’clock, so we cast off and set off for Swarkestone Lock, 2½ miles further on. An added bonus was the boat just coming up the lock behind us, we’d have a locking partner at Swarkestone.

And so it turned out, we shared the lock after waiting for a single boat to come down.

Swarkestone LockIMG_1957

The boat coming down was crewed by a couple with no experience who’d just bought it at Great Haywood. By the time they get it home they’ll have had plenty; they’re heading for Goole!

Willington tomorrow, I guess.

Locks 4, miles 6½

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Foggy morning cruise

Most folk have left it till the morning fog burnt off, but I wanted to be tied up above Derwent Mouth Lock by 11:00 to watch coverage of the Russian Grand Prix.

It was a bit thick early on…


We pulled out at just before ten, under the road bridge and through Sawley Flood Lock. Unlike those on the Soar, flood locks on the Trent are only used in flood conditions.

Chimney smoke didn’t help visibility!IMG_1920

Under the pipe bridge…

…and out across Derwent Mouth.IMG_1922
The entrance to the Trent and Mersey is dead ahead – I think!

The fog was slowly lifting as we reached Derwent Mouth Lock, Lock 1 of 76 on the canal.
A small cruiser was in the lock when we arrived, ready to come down. The single chap aboard was looking harrassed, trying to keep an eye on three small girls (all in lifejackets) while working the lock. I suggested he might like to get the “crew” and himself aboard while I worked the lock, an idea he was very thankful for!

Cruiser gone, Mags heads for the lock.IMG_1924

A boat was waiting above, so I didn’t have to close the single gate we’d used. We moored a couple of hundred yards up, aerial up and time for me to chop a bit of firewood before 11:00.

There’s been a fairly steady stream of boats both up and down since the fog lifted around noon, and we’ve even had some bright sunshine this afternoon. Meg and I played ball, in between throws she got a good combing through. It’s bribery, but but works…
After her clipping in the spring her coat is just getting long enough now for mats and tangles to appear. Got to keep on top of them now.

Oops, nearly forgot to mention Steve, NB Tumbleweed No5 who interrupted his run to stop for a chat. Good to meet you. If we'd have been in Sawley for another day I was going to invite you both for a brew. Next time, eh.

Locks 1, miles 1. Back to normal cruising speed, then…