Not quite the Christmas we had expected

After enjoying the magic of snow and ice for over 2 weeks Eric went down with a stinking cold, two days later so did I… except it wasn’t a just a cold. After 2 years of escaping the dreaded Covid, it finally caught us. Being fully vaccinated, were leading pretty much our normal lifestyle, and to be honest we were surprised that we hadnt already had it. We’d had the odd snuffle, but each time I tested it came back negative. But there was something about the pounding headache accompanying this cold that prompted me to reveal the double line.

Hum. Not what we wanted to see

As luck would have it, knowing a thaw in the ice was imminent and we might be moving on, I had walked up to M&S and done a big Christmas food shop. I’d splashed out on some of their part cooked range and plenty of little nibbly bits, all with good use by dates. The only thing I’d forgotten to get was brussel sprouts, but it was only the 20th so there was plenty of time….


But it wasn’t to be. Covid knocked us for 6, the temperatures went up and the rain came down, the debris thrown onto the ice held on for as long as possible, whilst we retired under the duvet feeling sorry for ourselves.

It might have been a game for the kids, but theres going to be a lot of rubbish in the cut to foul our prop

And we can’t even say there was anything worth watching on tv this year. Our biggest worry was that we had just come through 2 weeks of water rationing. Using the local launderette and enjoying a swim and a shower at the leisure centre, making sure our tank lasted longer than our period of being frozen in. But even now, if we had felt well enough to move, morally, we felt it our duty not to go outside and share our germs, so yet again we were grateful that Firecrest had been built with a large water tank as we eeked out our supply to last another week. Fortunately fuel hadn’t been an issue during the freeze. Juel’s had delivered just as the ice was forming and then they also got stuck. But they were going past us a week after Eric succumbed so he masked up, unlocked the fuel cap and retreated back inside whilst they topped up the diesel. (£1.32l)

Juels fuels

And once the awful headache had passed I was able to get on with knitting my Christmas gnome.

Meet Gnova the gnome

Christmas Day was very subdued, Santa Claus hadn’t been able to do his usual stuff but we still managed an orange and a chocolate to start the day

And Id found something suitable for us to drink with lunch

We finally felt fit enough to make it to the water point on 27th. That was exactly 28 days since we last filled up. We reckon we could have managed another day or two, but my temperament was sorely frayed at not being able to have a proper wash. Good job we didn’t have much of a sense of smell

We’re now looking forward to a new year. Taking things easy cause we still feel washed out.

Dreaming of a White Christmas

Dreaming of a White Christmas
Moving closer to town was a good move because as the temperatures dropped , the ice got thicker and we became well and truly stuck fast. Ironically when the ice is thinner it feels worse, because as it moves we hear the cracking, creaking and groaning as it moves against the hull. We try to smash the ice that’s close around the boat to give us a bit of wriggle room to float freely in but we were fighting a loosing battle.

We’ll not get through that

We could tell it was getting colder because the hoar frost was looking so pretty.

Hard to tell, Hoar Frost or Snow

And then we woke up to snow.

That’s a lovely sight to wake up to

Of course I wanted to go out to play instantly, but it was barely a few inches deep, if that.

Not quite deep enough for a snowman

the rough ground made it difficult to build a snowman so I gave up and walked into town instead

Leighton buzzard

Leighton Buzzard is a pretty town, with a good market on Tuesdays and Saturdays and at this time of year the salvation army band are playing carols as well.

But of course its always nice to come back to a snug warm boat

Amanda came for a visit as she lives reasonably close

Ladies that lunch

An ideal opportunity to go for a pub lunch at The Grove and a catch up

The forecast is set to warm up drastically, so its unlikely that we’ll get our white Christmas, but it wouldn’t surprise me if there’s still too much ice in the canal for us to break free

Thats too much ice for my G&T

But its been lovely place to stay.

Goodbye Autumn, Hello Winter

We meandered towards the outskirts of Leighton Buzzard wearing teeshirts during November’s unseasonal warmth of 18°, stopping along the way to enjoy the sheer beauty of our surroundings.

Below Seabrook Middle Lock


Shortly after we came across a long section with piles of earthworks, with bulldozers and reversing bleeps dominating the views. We called out to a local person to ask what was going on…. building a film set that will be in use for two years and then the countryside will be restored, but he was relinquishing his permanent mooring to find something more peaceful. We didn’t catch the name of this impending epic, but he had our sympathy.

Just above Ivinghoe Bottom Lock

We descended Grove Lock, and settled in for a 14 day stay.

On the Armco below Grove lock

And enjoyed the wonderful sunsets


until we awoke to find ourselves frozen in

Beautiful, but cold


There was still the occasional boat able to break through the ice to make progress. Luckily one of those were those amazing couple who run the Jules Fuels boats so we topped up with diesel. What a relief that was knowing that the forecast was only due to get colder.

There’s potential to get through that without too much damage

We also decided to take advantage of the channel that had been opened in the ice to get us a little closer to the centre of Leighton Buzzard. Another shrewd move.

Whatever happened to Autumn

I’m sitting here frozen in, telling myself to get on with sharing another blog post before I forget where we have been. Family and friends have played a significant part in our gentle autumnal cruising, as we took advantage of several close train stations for visiting. We left Apsley mill with the leaves still green back in October.

Cruising through Hemel Hempstead

During the next 10 weeks we have travelled all of 20 miles north through 40 locks, through rain, shine, wind, snow and ice. We spent an enjoyable two weeks in Berkhamsted

The Boat, Ravens Lane, Berkhamsted

A lovely little town that has embraced the canal running through it, where commercial sheep dip was first created.

And has some real history to explore with its 11th Century castle ruins

Berkhampsted castle, and improvised cricket pitch

And its quirky but genuine Canadian Kwakiutl totem pole, given to the people of Berkhamsted as a thankyou for the kindness shown by John Alsford, a local business man who owned the timber yard where it stands (now a residential area)

The totem pole,


And for the days when it rains so hard you’re glad you already live on a boat there’s the wonderful art deco Rex cinema, which has the comfiest seats I’ve ever enjoyed in a cinema as well as the best toilet graffiti

Things to see in the Ladies,

I went to see “Mrs Harris Goes to Paris,” a real feel good movie, And I took a trip to London to meet up with Amanda at the British Museum to look at the Egyptian artefacts

Me and Amanda outside the British Museum

We could easily have stayed put in “Berko”, we met friends, made new friends and thoroughly enjoyed our visit.

Me, Helen and Amanda

But it was time to move on and we found ourselves a wood to walk through. Even though it was now mid November there was still a lot of green to be seen in Ashridge Woods (easily reached from Dudswell mooring)

Almost Autumn in Ashridge

And it wasn’t just the leaves that were the wrong colour, when we got to CowRoast lock the water wasn’t just crystal clear, it had a blueish tinge to it, almost like an aquarium so clear that we could actually see the lock paddle mechanisms below the water level.

Makes a change from muddy Brown

We had reached the top of the Tring Summit and we would now be descending along our route. But we planted our pins at Tring Resevoirs and settled down for another 14 day stay. (Our header photo) Lots of lovely walks around the area, and a reasonable bus service into Tring.

Tring resevoirs


Knowing that Eric was in a nice place, (good internet, and plenty of solar) I jumped ship and caught the train up to the Lakes to have a week with mum, I also went to see my dentist, but didn’t confess to eating jam and scones or drinking creamy hot chocolate.

Threlkeld village hall cafe, The place to go just outside Keswick

And I think whilst I was in the Lakes, winter arrived

The view from my bedroom window back home