Friday, July 31, 2009

Meg gets the all-clear so we move to a quieter spot.

Wednesday afternoon’s rain pushed the river up 18”, but it was going back down again by Thursday morning.
Dilys from Raynsway came round to say Hi, and to tell us to go into the marina if we needed to. Thanks, both. We’re going to be around for another 3 weeks, so will join them there for a couple of nights at some point, and maybe share a bottle or two.

A couple of heavy showers in the afternoon stopped the levels from falling any further, but it had faired up by the time Meg’s vet appointment came around.

Hailstorm yesterday afternoon.
Her paw has healed cleanly and the infection has cleared up so we’re free to go a bit further down river. It’ll save me buying another pack of sliced chicken as well. The only way I could get her to take her pills was half at a time, rolled up in meat. And even then she started to get wise, rolling the morsel around in her mouth, then spitting out the pill.

We celebrated Meg’s recovery with a takeaway, Mags with fish and chips and a Chinese for me. Meg had her share as well, after all it was her paw.

This morning was bright and dry, but the river was still on the red zone on the indicator boards, but heading in the right direction. So Meg and I had a pleasant stroll around the lakes at this end of Watermead, then we got away.

Meg’s new mate, Woolly Mammoth

Across the lake
Birstall Moorings
We followed a couple of boats down to Thurmaston, the flow on the river making anything above tick-over much too fast.
By the time I’d refilled the lock for our use another 2 boats had arrived at the top. We decided to send them down ahead of us; one was a hire boat with a crew from Seattle hoping to get to Sawley today, and the other was a private boat who had shepherded them down through Leicester. It seemed a shame to split up a good team, and we were stopping in a couple of miles anyway.

We had a gentle cruise the rest of the way to the Wreake junction, and moored in the same spot as last weekend. It’s out of the way here, but still fairly convenient for Syston. And we’re away from the “goldfish bowl” moorings at Birstall.

LR Harris and Son, aka Old Junction Boatyard, seems to be undergoing a bit of a renaissance. An old building has been demolished and the ground cleared, and you can now see those fine hexagonal windows from the canal.

Old Junction Boatyard

The slipway has also been devegged, although I think the trolley needs a bit of TLC.
Dilys told us yesterday that she’d heard they were going to start offering blacking services. It’s a good time to give the old yard a tidy up, they’ll be a lot of boats up and down for the IWA National at the end of August.

Locks 1, miles 3

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