Wednesday, 14 September 2011

On the move

We are once again on the move, yet again our plan is to get to Lincoln. We set off yesterday from Nottingham bathed in Sunshine, we had to cruise for 20 mins in the wrong direction to wind, but heh, that's becoming normal for us.
Once winded we made good time downwind and arrived at the junction of the Beeston Canal and the River Trent were we took advantage of the services, which we very much needed as the water ran out(for the 1st time in nearly 4 years) on the way down.
I took a look over the lock onto the river, I wanted to see the condition of the water. It looked OK.
Once watered and fed , it took an hour, we ventured out onto the Trent. The wind by now had really started to freshen and waves were now forming and breaking causing White Horses, normally only seen on the high seas. It was an interesting couple of hours, Jill got back into the swing using her old VHF radio skills, she is much better at it than I am, she has a wonderful radio manner and has a good rapport with the lockies.

The wind carried on strengthening all afternoon, so much so, that I was pushing along at 5.9 mph at 1000 rpm, normally 2.5 mph on the cut. At one point whilst traversing a long right hand bend a gust of wind threw 'MR' over to stbd in such an alarming manner that I had visions of the Lorry that had been blown over onto it's side, as seen on the News the previous evening. It doesn't bare thinking about, what would have been the outcome, if that had happened to us.
Thankfully,  there was space on the pontoon at Gunthorpe, enough of the White Knuckle Ride.
Our view this morning,  No White Horses yet!

Sunday, 11 September 2011

The word you never want to here

In the short gap between visits to the East Coast, we were able to have a lovely rummage out into the countryside on the River Trent. I had a real kick out of using our new VHF radio and pretended I was flying again with all the official radio lingo! [I know it's sad). We reached Gunthorpe and spent a night on the pontoon moorings after a pint and an excellent light lunch at the Unicorn before heading back to the gorgeous moorings above Stoke lock in order for me to find a train on Monday morning. There are two options of pontoon moorings - all the other moorings are lovely, but no good if you have dogs too heavy to lift up onto the bank which is roughly roof height.
After mooring, I walked the dogs back to Stoke lock to ask the lockie how long it would take me to walk to the station at Burton Joyce. He (around 30)looked me up and down and thought it would take me about 40minutes as I looked quite "spritely". Oh lord, that word, spritely. Not fit, not nimble, not active but bloody spritely. That's it then. It's official. I'm an old bag (albeit quite spritely).
(photos will follow, but still experiencing technical difficulties - no, I haven't stuffed the third camera!)








Saturday, 10 September 2011

Best laid plans of......but hopefully this will make you smile

I needed to go back to mum again and, not sure how long I would be there, I managed to prise the computer off of him with the intention off sorting out all the photos and catching the blog up whilst I was there. Sadly I carted it all the way there and back and couldn't use it because the dongle doobery thingamabob kept looking for the HP sauce bottle on the roof - ok so I'm not very technical but our thingy on the roof has an HP sauce bottle over it and the dongle seemed to be pining for it. Anyway, enough whinging, whilst there I came across this ditty. It was signed anon so, hopefully I'm not infringing anyone's copyright. I hope it brings a smile to the faces of those who, like me, are of a certain age.

It's the Sunday tea dance and they'll all be here today,
Aches and pains forgotten, dance the afternoon away.
Foxtrots, quicksteps, waltzes,some are slow but some still nifty, with memories of how it was back in 1950.
Norman's in the toilet and he's struggling to pee
He's got trouble with his prostate and he'll likely miss his tea.
Eddy's got a new love that he met in Thornton Heath,
She does a lovely tango but she hasn't any teeth.
His latest fancy footwork nearly broke his partner's neck,
She mistook his outside swivel for a contra travelling check.
Ida's had her hair done and she's ready for the saunter
But she had a vindaloo last night and it's coming back to haunt her.
Florry's miniskirt's revealing when she's spinning in the jive-she really shouldn't wear a thong approaching 85.
They've had their tea and cake and chat and had a little laugh
And gamely rise with creaking knees to face the second half.
Norman's made it back in time for rumba number one,
his cucaracha's very neat, but he's left his flies undone.
Vera's fallen over in a massive crimplene heap
Bert's got indigestion and Mabel's fast asleep.

It's last waltz time and up they get for Humperdinck's old tune
And then goodbye, good luck, take care
God willing see you soon.