We filled and emptied as required, then joined NB Pearl in the lock.
At twenty past three we were on our way, followed by Pearl
Nigel the lockie is seeing us off from the lockside.
I caught a fleeting flash of electric blue as we set off downstream…
At this time the tide is still on the flood, and will be for another hour. So we’re pushing against it as it’s stronger than the fresh water going downstream. The problem is that if you leave it to catch the ebb and be carried down all the way, there wouldn’t be enough water at Selby to get in the lock. Timing is everything… so they say.
The day had started beautifully, clear blue skies and warm sunshine. But by the time we got going clouds had started to build.
They formed some impressive cloudscapes, though.
The sun made brief appearances and we had a 5 minute shower, but generally the weather was better than expected.
About 5 miles downstream the River Wharfe joins the fray from the west, then there’s the excitement of passing under Cawood Swing Bridge.
The river twists and turns as it heads towards Selby, but the general direction is always south-east.
Another tight right hander is just to the west of the village of Riccall.
It’s here that Norse invaders, in the summer of 1066, left their longboats and advanced upon York, defeating a northern English army at Fulford on the way. The city surrendered and agreed to pay tribute.
The English King Harold was on the south coast waiting for the imminent arrival of another invasion force, led by the Norman Duke Guillam (William), and was forced to abandon his preparations and hustle north to deal with the Viking threat.
Having covered the 185 miles in just three days his small but efficient army took the Norsemen by surprise and routed them at Stamford Bridge. They had arrived in 300 longships, just 24 were needed to carry the survivors back down the river to the sea.
Just three days later the expected Norman invasion took place, and a knackered Harold and his men had to go all the way back again to the south coast. The rest, as they say, is history…
A bit of slalom work was involved to avoid floating rafts of branches shuffling up and down on the tide.
I gave the Selby lockie a shout on the VHF at this point to let him know we were on our way. You don’t want to get there and find the gates shut…
It’s a good job they put that sign there else you’d miss the lock completely!
The next few pictures are courtesy of Aileen, from NB Quaintrelle. They came down yesterday, in rather damper weather.
I left it a little late to turn and finished up 50 yards downstream. That’s OK, though, the plan was to come back up against the flow then turn in. But NB Pearl turned a little earlier…
We did get both boats in, finally!
Thanks for these, Aileen! (I hope I've spelt that right...)
We both moored up in the basin, there’s plenty of room at the moment.
The trip took 3 hours, lock to lock. On some of the bendy bits upstream we were down to 2½ mph punching the tide, but that rose to around 7½ mph towards the end of the trip with tide on the ebb.
A few days in Selby, now.
Locks 2, miles 14