Time's Up - Cast Off for 2024
April the sixth was not just the start of a new Financial Year but the date set for 'Craning In'. As winter moorers at the Mid-Warwickshire Yacht Club, we occupy space vacated by boats taken out of the water for work over the winter, so we have to move out of the way before they go back in.
Carefully monitoring the forecasts over several weeks left us none the wiser as to when would be a good time to leave, since the conclusion was always 'very unsettled' and 'rain likely at any time'. In the end, we just left it as late as we could and prepped the boat ready to set off on the morning of Friday the fifth to tackle a long day down the twenty-one locks of the Hatton flight. We would leave our car at Hatton Station and catch a train back from Warwick Parkway, conveniently sited at the bottom of the flight, to retrieve it at the end of the day.
The day didn't start too well. Weather-wise, heavy rain overnight had saturated the ground again and left a grey, damp start. Checking the timetable over breakfast brought the unwelcome realisation that overpaid train drivers were on strike again and there was no service for today or tomorrow. We didn't have any option to change plans so we set out as scheduled and got on our way around eleven-thirty.
As confirmation of the futility of listening to the confident-sounding but rambling and inconclusive advice of TV meteorologists, the whole trip was undertaken in sunny, warm, almost spring-like weather. We only passed two other boats coming up and there was no-one to accompany us going down but we had some useful help from a volunteer lockkeeper through most of the flight. In the end we were down in three and a half hours, by no means a record but good progress overall.
There was plenty of mooring opposite the Cape Of Good Hope pub where we felt we had earned a refreshing pint after a good day's hard work. It also provided a good spot to arrange for a taxi to pick us up and take us back to Hatton to collect the car.
We were pretty pleased with how the day had gone, overall. The only real negative was the state of the towpaths. Even where they had been prepared and metalled alongside the locks there were long stretches of deep mud the whole way across. Away from the popular visitor areas there was just mud to wade through. At the mooring by Cape Locks it was probably worse. The path there is very narrow, with a steep bank on the side away from the water. Over a very long, wet Warwickshire winter it had been trampled into a long thin quagmire. Knowing the state of the footpaths and by-ways where we live this spring it was no great surprise but it does make life on the boat a little bit more difficult, particularly when it comes to keeping Archie clean.
Strolling Home
On Saturday morning we carried on through the Cape Locks where I left Sue to cruise through Warwick and Leamington Spa while Archie and I took the car ahead to our next mooring. The weather stayed fine but the wind was a challenge with worse forecast for the next day.
Not a problem, we hauled the boat into a mooring in the lovely setting of Radford Semele and enjoyed the sunshine, while determining to stay put for Sunday and let the wind blow itself out. This was a good opportunity to wander up to The White Lion on Radford Road, which had been closed down for many months as we drove past, to check out the results of the refurbishment. It proved to be very pleasant with a warm welcome for dogs and walk-ins alike plus extremely prompt and attentive service and some excellent food.
Sunday was windy but mild and dry all day. With the car nearby we decided to visit Jephson Park for tea. This lovely, formal park sits in the heart of Leamington Spa. It is a classic case of our living so close by that we never visit or explore the town properly and this is a great amenity, particularly while everywhere else is so wet and muddy.
By Monday morning the wind had dropped and the weather stayed mild and dry until evening so we were able to make it all the way up to moor in Long Itchington just through the bridge before the Two Boats and ten minutes walk from home.
On the way, we passed the site of the new HS2 crossing, still pursuing the destruction of the local landscape.
We also noticed the work that had been done on the Welsh Road bridge. It was sporting smart new concrete rendering, under the original arch.
It was quite a tiring day, with ten locks to get through and several trips on foot to fetch the car and bring it up the next stage, so it was nice to be able to relax at home that evening.
Marking Time
We could keep the boat moored on the towpath in Long Itchington for fourteen days before the Canal & River Trust rules would oblige us to move to a new location. Naturally, it was simplest and most comfortable to stay at the house and check up on the boat on regular dog walks. We had a few things arranged to sort out domestically before we could leave the house and car behind completely. We also had a most important trip in the diary to babysit Elsie Rose while her parents attended a wedding.
With the boat so handy nearby it was convenient to do some maintenance work. An engine service, for once not overdue, was simple enough and for once, it was accomplished without any spillage. A bigger job was clearing out the entire engine bay of anything remotely portable, cleaning it out and repainting it with fresh grey epoxy paint. A back-breaking task, contorting my ageing frame around the engine and all of its' accoutrements in a tiny, enclosed space. It was rewarding, though, after a few days, to see a nice clean engine room. It makes it much easier to see when anything unusual or problematic starts to happen.
When we got back from granddaughter duty we elected to move the boat the next day, which proved a good choice. We had one more day in hand but on Sunday the weather was fine and dry, with a light breeze, as we went up the ten locks from Long Itch to Stockton top. On the way up we stopped for water. Having seen no other boats moving, so far, "MOJR" suddenly set off from the pub moorings opposite as we were about to untie. We said we would follow them in, to share the double lock but before we could move "Escapology" came barrelling round the corner, leaving us to make our way up alone behind the pair. I suspect "Escapology" felt a bit guilty as they came back and opened the bottom paddles as they left each lock, which helped us a lot, at some inconvenience to themselves. We did "pay it forward" by doing the same for a pair of boats that had appeared behind us on what was becoming a busy morning.
We moored opposite the old Nelson's Wharf site, a seemingly ever-expanding enterprise with moorings, a training centre and most recently, a big field of glamping pods. We had only moved two and a half miles but CRT rules are fuzzy and we had definitely moved to the next parish, so we should be good for another fortnight, although we didn't intend to stay that long. We were certainly glad we decided to make the move on Sunday as that evening brought a drop in temperature and non-stop heavy rain all night and through the next day. We were now making final preparations to start cruising properly. While we still had the car there was the opportunity for a big supermarket shop for supplies and for a trip to the nearest marina get all the rubbish cleared, the waste oil from the service disposed of and the toilet cassette emptied.
On St. George's Day, Tuesday, 23rd April we finally moved on board, ready to depart. We just had one more thing to complete on Wednesday morning before we left. For the last couple of months our car alarm had been going off randomly for no reason. A couple of trips to the dealer had resolved nothing and they said part of the problem was that it hadn't happened during the days it was with them. We had finally agreed that they would pick the car up on Wednesday morning and hold on to it until we returned at some point in a few weeks time. That meant I had to be at the house with the car for them to collect it and then walk back up to the boat, three quarters of an hour away. Previously, they had always collected sharp at nine o'clock. Typically, on this occasion, it was a busy morning and they didn't get there until eleven!
The delay didn't matter too much as we didn't plan to go too far on the first day and at least it was dry and sunny, although the air temperature was staying stubbornly low. I was back on board before noon and by twelve-thirty we were finally on our way for a real cruise.