My daughter Nia (named after the golden-haired Princess in the Welsh folk story 'Blodeuwedd') visited us with her boyfriend Corey.
Against Glenda's advise, I insisted that we take both boats out for the weekend, it was a tad windy.
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| Corey, Nia & Glenda fill Ringstead lower lock. As we passed Willy Watts marina, two boaters started shouting to us, but I couldn't hear because of the exhaust, I slowed down and they shouted "Are you a fuelboat?" I turned the revs back up, but too late, as a gust took us towards the bank ;o( We polled off into the centre of the river but this took us towards the overhanging branches on the other side! Glenda was not impressed! |
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| Our next trial came as we approached the Friends of the river Nene's new mooring at Woodford, Glenda squeezed past me to take the centre rope, just as a strong gust caught us as we approached the last bend, taking us into the bank again (our sheets act like sails) Every time I polled off and ran down the gunwales the wind would gust and we were stuck again, in the end Glenda started to poll from the bank, while I poled from the bow and Nia steered. We got them around past an overhanging tree and a cow fence that juts out. But just as we fine tuned our position, Glenda's poll slipped and she fell twixt the boat and the bank into a very cold river, Doghouse time for Chop! :o( |
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| Looking deceptively calm and sunny. |
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| This is a lovely mooring and will, hopefully, be easier once we get a chance to remove a few chunks of rock or concrete that are submerged near the bank. We repaired to the local hostelry 'The Dukes' where Glenda quaffed a few calming glasses of the red stuff, and Nia and Corey played pool and bar skittles |
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