Monday, 30 November 2015

March, a strange place.

Ashline lock needs a Middle Levels windlass and like Stanground lock is not quite wide enough for two narrowboats.
WooHoo, something interesting, a bridge! LOL!

The view opens out once you reach the old River Nene

On our cruise to March, John and Rita suddenly slowed and stopped, they had snapped a belt, luckily John had an old belt with a bit of life left in it. but he struggled to get a part number off it. This made us realise that we should pick up some spares while we could still read the part numbers on the old ones. tried to get the numbers off and realised that the raw water pump belt was not tight enough. After noting the part numbers I tightened the belt. But after a few hours it was loose again. Had we found the reason for our overheating problem?
Bill, Ben and Little Weed man the border of march

John posing on the moorings we took for the first night
That bloody man is still posing! LOL!

We slipped into March, stopped at the service point and noted that the moorings in front of The Ship were taken, so we moored on the moorings opposite the service point.
It was very noisy with drunk/druggies shouting, swearing and threatening each other, but nobody bothered us.
Next day we were woken by Middle Level  weedcutters zooming past, rocking boats with a tidal wave. We then moved onto the moorings below The Ship, and walked around the town, visiting the market, we had seen an amazing number of mobility scooters wizzing about, it seemed there was a mobility scooter rally next to the market, but no, it was a stall selling them, never seen so many anywhere else in the UK.
Our preferred moorings below the lovely Ship pub
We had a great night in The Ship and after breakfast headed a bit further to find a winding space and headed back towards the Nene.