After rain overnight and more Thursday morning I expected the river to start to rise a bit, but it doesn’t seem to have been affected at all. Not that I‘m complaining…
Boroughbridge weir and fish ladder
We were intending to push across to the services before we left, to save having to bother as soon as we arrived at the marina, but another boat beat us to it and didn’t seem to be in a great deal of a hurry, so we contented ourselves by just taking the rubbish over on foot.
The appropriately-named garage alongside the bridge sells red diesel on the canal side, currently a reasonable price of 64.9 ppl.
Looking back to the top of the weir
Spells of light rain dogged us all morning, not too much of a nuisance but combined with the breeze made it feel quite cool. Just less than an hour saw us arrive at Westwick Lock.
These three locks, before the navigation moves onto the Ripon Canal, are all very deep, but only ¾ full at normal water levels.
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From Westwick to Oxclose Lock is less than two miles, passing the elegant Newby Hall.
Looking back at Newby Hall
We've attended a few classic car shows here in the past.
We leave the river at Oxclose Lock, it rises way over near Great Shunner Fell, not far from Sedburgh in Cumbria. But it ceases to be navigable here.
Oxclose Lock, looks like there’s plenty of water in the Ripon Canal.
Coming up the very well-kept lock.
Ripon Racecourse Marina, our destination and mooring for the next few days, is just below the next lock.
It’s around here somewhere…
Installed on Pontoon A, centre of picture
George and Margaret were waiting for us as we arrived, and joined us for a fish and chip supper. They stayed overnight on the car park in their motorhome, and came back aboard for breakfast.
Howard arrived mid-morning, he was here to collect Neil and Val and take them back to Ingleton for a few days before they fly back to Canada.
George, Mags, Val, Neil, Howard and Margaret.
It was very quiet after they’d all left… We would see George and Margaret again on Saturday afternoon.
One of the reasons for coming up here was to attend an old friend’s wedding, at Bishopthorpe on Saturday afternoon. It was a fine day, with a large turnout. A lot of the gentlemen came in highland gear, in consideration of Arthur’s ancestry.
George and two Margarets outside the church
The happy couple, Arthur and Wendy Swaine
We didn’t make it to the reception, Mags was starting to feel a little jaded after a long but enjoyable ceremony, So we rejoined Meg in the car and drove back to Ripon.
Yesterday we had yet another visit, this time from Mags’ grand-daughter and her family, on the way home to Middlesborough. This one was completely unexpected, but all the more pleasant for that.
Mags with Zoe, Terry, and the youngsters Kyle, Natalie and Demi.
They spent the afternoon with us before heading north and home.
We may have a couple of quiet days now…
Locks 2, miles 7½ (Friday)