What a difference a day makes - there we were discussing with (new boater) Rob how one of the (many) pleasures of living life on the cut was the fabulous spirit of the boating community and how we all looked out for each other and that there were very few exceptions - that'll teach me to be a cocky, complacent little bugger then! We just met two exceptions in two days.
We set off yesterday from the top of the Buckby flight, breaking ice again, but someone had already gone through before us and done the first break ....they had also left both bottom gates and some of the paddles open. Now those bottom gates are very heavy and if, nasty man, you are too wimpy to shut them and too wimpy to drop a paddle, then PLEASE GET OFF THE CUT, because I am 8 1/2 stone and, with difficulty, managed it. Yes, I am cross and, yes, I am pissed off with you. Those 7 locks took us most of the day.
Conversely, we pulled up at the end of a line of winter moorings - at the invitation of the last in line who pointed out the vacancy and had just lagged the tap - just before the waterpoint. Now THAT's what I call pole position at this time in the year. Lovely boaters back again.
Then we woke up this morning to NB Stafford roaring through the line of boats breaking ice and with a big building sheet of ice on his bow scoring a slice down everyones boat. When asked to slow down (not just by us) he told everyone to piss off and get a life - perhaps I SHOULD go and live in a bungalow.....selfish, rotten b******s.
Yeah, there are pics but too angry to be bothered