Getting Colder

Last night we had the sharpest frost so far, everything was white when I got up around 8 this morning, and there was even a skin of ice on the canal in places.
But it was a clear morning, the bright sun soon burning the frost off.

Reflections at Hazelstrine Bridge, No 96
I’ve tried to find out the origin of “strine”. Most bridges were named for local landmarks or places, and I was wondering if strine was Celtic or Saxon for copse or wood.
Unfortunately, the only reference I can find is for a comic Australian English where the words are spoken with a strong western Australian accent and run together. Eg 'Eye-level arch play devoisters ...' ("I'll have a large plate of oysters"). If you want a laugh have a look at these…

Another short trip today, just up to Park Gate. We’ve got a Tesco delivery coming in the morning, and you can moor almost next to a layby below the lock. It’s also a handy stop for Midland Chandlers, although I’ve resisted the temptation so far - although we do need some loo blue…. And there’s probably something else we need once I get in there.

The sun stayed out all day, just a bit of high cloud knocking about. It was warm in the sun, but the temperature dropped alarmingly as soon as you ran into shade.

Back gardens of Acton Trussell.
After stowing all the food we’ll toddle on and find somewhere to moor in Penkridge. Meg is booked in with the doggy-doctor for her annual check-up and boosters on Friday afternoon.

Locks 1, miles 4

California Dreamin’ – on Cannock Chase.

“All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray”, the first line of the iconic 1965 song by the Mamas & the Papas kept drifting through my mind as Meg and I climbed up onto Cannock Chase this morning.

Not Central Park New York, though.
We only had a look at the north western end of the 26 square mile Chase, climbing a couple of hundred feet up from the river valley.

Looking NW from the top of Spring Hill
Then we swung back west, dropping down off the high ground onto the arable fields to Walton-on-the-Hill, before picking up the canal again at Walton Bridge.

St. Thomas’s, Walton.
The pretty brick roving bridge at Milford.The towpath swaps sides here, and the ramp curves round from under the arch to carry the towpath over the canal. This allows the boat horse to cross over without unhitching the tow rope.

Stone built aqueduct carrying the canal over the River Sow.
The sun came out as we set off at around 11:00, the canal heading NW around Baswich Hill before turning decisively south towards Wolverhampton.

Thrush at lunch
I hadn’t realised, but there was a short link constructed from the canal near Baswich, joining the River Sow, and terminating in the centre of Strafford.

Plans are afoot to reinstate the 1½ mile Stafford Branch Canal, but there’s a bit of work to do.

The link left here, the brick abutments of the towpath bridge can be seen either end of the weir.
Then there was a basin…..Before the canal crossed a stream on an aqueduct……

Looking back to the “main line”, some brickwork from the aqueduct is still visible poking through the ground.Then dropped down a lock to the river.
None of the original structures survive, and the river will have to be deepened (again). The terminal basin is now a car park, but it could be a worthwhile project…. If funding can be found.

A couple of miles on we went up the 10’ deep Deptmore Lock, before mooring up for the night.

Deptmore Lock.The lock house is being renovated.

It’s not been a bad day, bright but cold.

Locks 1, miles 4½

Moving on….

After spending a pleasant weekend at Great Haywood, it was time to move on this morning. Well, it was nearer mid-day before we actually got going, with shopping and a second visit to the Post Office for mail. This second package contained a new phone, one of those new-fangled touch screen smart phones. Just got to work out how to use it, now. I think the major problem is going to be finding it. It’s not much bigger than a box of Swan matches!

Xperia X10 Mini

We needed a fill of diesel, so pulled over onto Anglo-Welsh’s wharf alongside the junction, then, filled and emptied, we backed up and ducked under the bridge onto the Staffs and Worcs again.

Back onto the Staffordshire and Worcestershire Canal.
Most of the hire fleet seem to be here at the moment.

And over the River Trent for the last time for a while.
Still burning wood, then…..
Smokey, but it does smell good.

We’d decided to moor just above Tixall Lock, a good place to access footpaths leading up onto Cannock Chase. That’s mine and Meg’s exercise sorted for tomorrow.

Up Tixall Lock
The lock cottage here is beautifully kept.

We’ve had a few bright spells today, but the sky darkened later and we had a couple of showers. The weather is due to change, according to the forecast. The relatively mild, damp conditions we’ve got now are going to be replaced by clear cold weather, driven by a north-easterly. Snow is expected on the east coast, but we’ll probably get away with it here in the Midlands.

Locks 1, miles 1½

Still at Great Haywood

All being well we’ll be away over the weekend, but for now we’re stuck here waiting for a mail delivery.
After Wednesday’s appalling weather, with strong winds and rain all day, there’s been a bit of an improvement. Yesterday was bright at times but showery, today is one of those typical autumn days, misty and cool. Often after a start like this the sun breaks through later, but today it looks like it’s not going to manage it.

View from the side hatchYou can tell I’ve just opened the hatch, the beggars are heading this way!

The swans are so tame you can feed them by hand.
There’s not a lot to report, walks with Ann and the dogs, chats over cups of tea, just taking it easy.

This morning NB Moore2Life set off up the Staffs and Worcester towards Penkridge.

Charles and Ann head off into the murk.
We moved off a little later, but in the opposite direction, back down to Great Haywood Junction. Pulling on to the services we filled with water, got a couple of bags of solid fuel to keep us going (we’ve still plenty of wood on the roof, but this time of year you never know….) and filters and oil for the next engine service, due in a couple of weeks.
Then we reversed back across the junction and moored on the 48 hour visitor moorings above the lock.
I say 48 hour, but to my personal knowledge there have been 3 boats moored here at least a week….

Not able to get any sort of TV picture using the aerial, I’ve had to dust off the satellite dish and set that up for the first time in ages.
Since most areas have “gone digital”, mooring spots with notoriously poor TV reception are often much better, and we’ve been able to use the aerial much more. But, although we’ve only moved about ¾ mile East as the crow flies, the good signal we enjoyed on the Wide is non-existent here.

Hopefully the mail will arrive tomorrow, and we can set if in M2L’s wake, up the Staffs and Worcs. They’re intending to head down to Stourport, but we’ll turn off at Autherley Junction, and head north again up the Shroppie.

Christmas must be coming, this from BW :-

River Severn - Stourport Pontoons
Friday 19 November 2010 until further notice
River pontoon between the broad and narrow locks at Stourport will be closed until further notice,due to the presents of dangerous trees.
Enquiries: 01452 318000
(The italics are mine)

I wonder what they’re getting…

One of this winter’s stoppages is at Anderton, and it’s being promoted as an alternative visitor attraction. No boats, but you can look at a muddy ditch….

Locks 0, miles ¾

Tixall Wide and Shugborough

We moved around the corner on Sunday, onto the Staffordshire and Worcestershire Canal to Tixall wide. We moored just along from Charles and Ann on NB Moore2Life, and Del and Al on NB Derwent 6 are just a bit further the other way.

Sunset over Cannock Chase
Busy as usual at Great Haywood Junction
Arriving at the wide
We’ve had some fine weather these last couple of days, clear and frosty nights, calm and sunny days.

Frosty morning across Tixall Wide.

The mail is coming to the handy Post office in Great Haywood, so I guess we’ll be here for a few more days. It’s a good place to lay over for a while, plenty of good walking and the shops in the village are only 20 minutes away.

Shugborough Park is close by, and there’s an enjoyable 4 mile circular walk along the towpath, through the park to Great Haywood, then back along the canal.

Shugborough Park
Triumphal Arch, built to commemorate George Anson’s circumnavigation of the globe in the 1740’s.
It was on this voyage that he captured a Spanish treasure galleon, the cargo of which ensured financial stability for the family for the next 300 years.

Shugborough Hall
The park is linked to the village across Essex bridge, allegedly built in 1550 by the Earl of Essex so that Queen Elizabeth I, visiting the house, could ride to hunt in the woods along the river.

Essex BridgeUnfortunately now surfaced with 20th century tarmac!

Another bridge, wide enough for horse and carriage, was constructed a little further downstream, followed by an iron bridge crossing the canal.

Carriage road, leading to the river crossing.
Only the abutments of the river bridge now remain,
But the iron canal bridge is still intact.
Today I set to and got all the logs we’d collected recently sawn to length, I’ll split them into stove sized bits as we go.
Charles and Ann went off into Stafford so we dogsat Molly. She and Meg get on tolerably well, in fact they spent most of the afternoon asleep. Molly was glad to see Mum and Dad back, though.

Locks 1, miles 1½

Friends at Great Haywood

We waited out the weather again yesterday. The wind was very strong, blowing across spells of rain, not good boating conditions.

We often cross aqueducts on our way around the network, but don’t often have the chance to see what holds up the trough of water. So I had a walk back to Brindley Bank to have a look at the aqueduct there. There’s no actual path down to the banks of the Trent here, so Meg and I had to push through the undergrowth to get a view of the structure. A bit disappointed.
Four blue brick arches carry the canal over the river. Not the most elegant, but practical.

Brindley Bank Aqueduct
Just down from the aqueduct is where the body of Christina Collins was discovered, in June 1839. She was travelling as a passenger on a narrowboat to London to meet her husband. Two boatmen were convicted and hung for her rape and murder. A third was transported to Australia.
The unfortunate Christina was carried up the steps and along the path to what is now the A51. Alongside this path was built a water pumping station by the South Staffordshire Waterworks Company. The pump was steam driven, built in Leeds in 1903.

Brindley Bank Pumping Station

I watched the online debate about the future of BW, hosted by Waterways World, last evening. Some interesting points raised, but a bit tamer than I expected.

We toddled off just a couple of miles up to Great Haywood today. It was a bright morning, but the wind that has been a major feature of the weather recently is still with us. Not so bad, though.
A short stop at Wolseley Bridge netted us some beech logs trimmed off a tree overhanging the canal, then as the railway swings in towards the canal, reached Colwich Lock.

Colwich Lock
On the summer mornings this lock is always a bottleneck. Great Haywood is a popular overnight stop, and boats leaving the following morning tend to catch each other up at the lock. In the past we’ve been part of a seven boat queue, heading south.

Another mile and we pulled over near the iron bridge which linked the Shugborough Hall to the village.

Meg and I had a walk up towards the junction and met Charles and Ann on NB Moore2Life, moored above Haywood Lock. It’s been a while since we saw them last, and they came back to ours for a brew and a catch-up.
They’re intending to move around the corner onto Tixall Wide tomorrow, we’ll join them, either tomorrow or Sunday.

Here’s a story to warm the cockles of BW’s new charity heart; a request for funding for dredging a canal and they’re not being asked, not directly. Of course, the Cromford isn’t reconnected to the main network, at least not yet.

Locks 1, miles 2¾

Through Rugeley

Today was better than yesterday, and on a different planet to Monday, so we decided to move on a bit.
I’ve not been idle these last three days. Not far from where we moored on Saturday was a felled tree, just down the bank from the towpath. So we moved up to moor alongside, and the chainsaw was deployed to good effect.
I got a fair bit cut on Sunday, then some more yesterday between showers. My saw is electric, a 14” Ryobi, and I had to make up an extension lead to reach the most distant bits. I won’t have petrol on board, gas is enough of a potential risk.
So we’ve now got quite a bit of wood on the roof, should last us a couple of weeks.
I got some other minor jobs done inside while the rain lashed down all day Monday.

This morning we pulled pins soon after 9 o’clock, into our only lock of the day, Woodend, after 5 minutes.

Meg had hopped off the bow as I was sorting out the mooring lines, and couldn’t get back on at the stern before we moved off. So she had to follow us to the lock.
Unlike a lot of boat dogs (Lucy and Meg on No Problem spring immediately to mind) our Meg isn’t too happy with this arrangement.

Come on, Dad.
Woodend, as the name implies, is at the end of Ravenshaw Wood, which seems to have dumped it’s full complement of leaves into the canal over the last few days.

Leafy in Woodend Lock
For nearly a mile, while the canal skirted the wood on the left bank, we had to clear the prop with a burst of reverse every couple of minutes.

Near Kings Bromley Wharf there’s a new mini marina appeared on the offside, with a useful dry dock under a poly-tunnel at the back.

New Moorings
The Trent valley is well known for it’s power stations, using the ready supply of water. Further downstream they come thick and fast, here they’re a bit rarer, but there’s one at Rugeley.

Rugeley Power Station in the sun.
We stopped in the town for a visit to the handy Morrisons near Bridge 66, then chugged on, now heading more north-westerly, crossing the Trent on Brindley’s Aqueduct.

Over the Trent.
The river is a bit swollen up here, but further downstream the floodgates at Sawley and Cranfleet were closed yesterday.

Just after the new by-pass bridge we were caught up and overtaken by a guy who must have had somewhere to be…..

Man on a mission.
There’ve been a few boats about today, but now the holidays are over there’s a swing towards private boats. Only one hire boat spotted today, NB Patricia from Stone.

We pulled over about a ¼ mile short of Taft Bridge.

After a fine but cold day, I reckon we’re going to have a crispy night.

Here’s something I didn’t know. The owners and developers of Mercia Marina near Willington are from the Thorntons Chocolate family. Sweet.

Locks 1, miles 8

Up a bit further…..

Yesterday was a driving day, a trip up to Yorkshire by car (courtesy of Enterprise, Lichfield) for Mags' annual review with the Doc.

I’d picked up the car on Thursday afternoon so we could get off just after 7 yesterday morning. 2¾ hours saw us at the surgery, then we had a side trip across to Ingleton to see our friends Val and John and pick up the mail, and back down again. I was a bit bug-eyed when I took the car back to Lichfield at 3 o’clock, not used to that much driving in one day anymore.
Still, it’s better than the train. Thirty quid plus fuel for a 6 month old Corsa for 24 hours.

This morning Meg and I went up to Fradley village to the PO/General Stores for a paper, bread and milk.

I noticed that St Stephens has decided to diversify to attract people to the church.

St. Stephens, Fradley



The feature this week is a Julia Roberts film about a recently divorced woman who sets off on a world journey to “find herself” Sounds enthralling….







On the way back I knocked on the side of NB Robyn, The Graphics Boat, to inquire about having some mugs personalised.

NB Robyn
I’m pleased with the results….

Mug Shot
We’d had our 48 hour stay on the moorings opposite the BW office today, so we decided to move on, not far, just to the top of Shadehouse Lock.

Fradley Junction from the Coventry Canal entrance

Going up Middle Lock, Fradley

There are good, quiet moorings above Shadehouse, unfortunately others feel the same, and there was no room. So we squeezed in (almost) against the bank a little further on.

NB Flycatcher sitting on the bottom above Shadehouse
Looking back towards Shadehouse Lock
Didn’t want to go too far, it’s the qualifying for the Brazilian GP this afternoon, and we’ll probably stay put for the race itself tomorrow.

Locks 3, miles ¾