Hey I've just noticed that my Cobblers Lock photo has been viewed 364 times.So it was worth all my efforts then
I must finish this tale, but you people keep distracting me! Where was I?
Do you know the film "The African Queen?" with Humphrey Bogart and Katherinre Hepburn? Like that. No not really, but I did see a floating log that looked uncannily like a hippo. I had an uncle who looked just like Bogart you know.Truly!
Well, the thing about narrowboats is that they move very slowly, about three miles an hour at most. Don't know what that is in knots, but it's slow, man, slow. I expect your boat is a little faster Bill? So you have time to observe the locals and the wildlife. Well, not when you're slaving in the galley that is. " How about a cup of tea and a biscuit for the crew? "
Two gulps later- " We must be due another tea."
" But you've just had one, the cups are still warm!"
"They're only small cups." Sigh.
Let's backtrack to the first day. When preparing for your voyage make sure you have plenty of food, as watering holes are few and far between. We had intended to eat at a pub on the first evening, but we didn't get an early start, and the crew didn't take into account the fact that it gets dark early in October.
There we were, in the middle of nowhere,in pitch blackness, so we had to moor up for the night.Luckily we had considered breakfast, so dinner that night was sausages, baked beans and bread.
The boat, by the way was old, but described as "well maintained." Just like me. The cooker,circa 1950 was not so well maintained. It had the world's slowest grill, and the oven didn't work. Just as well we could fry the sausages. We had plenty of tea, coffee and biscuits, so that was our first evening; eating and drinking and trying to work out where we were. Oh and trying to get the TV to work.
The night passed uneventfully, and I enjoyed listening to the owls. Such a comforting sound I think. Unless you're a small furry animal of course.
Came the dawn, and there was Skipper with a cup of tea.
" It's cold this morning."
"Really? What's the time-it's still dark?"
"Six."
".....*****!!!!"
There are several kinds of background noises you have to become accustomed to
on a boat; whereas in Tobago you have chickens, cockerels, dogs, cocricos and music, on an English canal you have ducks, swans, geese, trains (we were never far from a railway line) the water pipes on the boat which sound like a jumbo jet taking off, and the skipper's razor, which sounds like a swarm of angry killer bees.
The next thing I heard was " Have you tried your dipstick yet?"
Can anyone explain why I found that question hysterically funny?
Breakfast of more sausages, and on we went.
So,the tranquil days passed, and I am pleased to say no major traumas occured. There was the occassion when the crew were off the boat exploring the terrain, probably looking for a pub, leaving myself and daughter moored up.
"Mum! Mum! We're moving! Look!"
I had had a couple of steering lessons from the skipper:
" Fend her off!"
"What? Fend who off?"
"No,fender off!"
"What?"
" Move away from the bank"
"Oh."
Daughter had had a go too, but neither of us were exactly experts.
It was, off course, an optical illusion. We were moored near a railway line. It was the train that was moving......
Hubby NEARLY went in. On the bank, trying to pull the boat in, the boat had other ideas and tried to pull him into the water instead, so he slid down the bank on his back. Fortunately two of the locals stopped laughing long enough to help.
That's the great thing about being on a boat. All the boat people help each other; with the locks, information about where to eat, where best to moor up so local yobs don't come and give you grief (this is a problem in Newbury apparently) and the locals smile and wave and take photos, usually at the moment the toilet door flies open.
You also meet some interesting people, like the cartoonist and his wife who live on their boat, and who hope to make Scotland by Christmas 2008!
There is something I must warn you about spending six days lounging on a boat and living on take-aways and pub food. Your clothes start to shrink, especially around the waistband of your trousers, even without rum punches and roti.
I noticed this strange phenomenon after about three days, and so started walking along the banks( at the same speed as the boat) to counteract this shrinkage, and even deigned to help Hubby with the locks, although I was too little and weak for some of them. Aaaaah!
Hubby, of course, was very smug, because if any thing, HIS clothes got bigger, from all the hard work.
One final thing before I drag this tale to its end ( hooray, I hear you cry).
When you finally arrive back on land at the end of your voyage, you need to learn how to walk, or even stand, without swaying gently from side to side, as it feels
like the ground is moving! You also have to learn to speak without shouting above the engine; " How about a tea?"
"What?"
"TEA!"
"MORE TEA?"
"YES!"
"For goodness sake..."
And there you have it.