A several weeks ago we realised we had a leaking diesel tank. Luckily it was right at the top so was only a problem when we filled up the tank, and then even more luckily the diesel spilt over into our inspection hatch rather than into the canal so we were able to skim it off before it caused any significant pollution. As soon as we let Braidbar know, they liaised with Tim the hull builder to come out and fix it. Today we’re back in the yard and Tim has worked his magic. No more leaking diesel.
We’ll spend the night in the yard guarded on each side by Blue Pearl and Elizabeth Anne, Jo and Lawrence’s boats. It’s a bit of an odd sensation because they are still bare hulls so they tower above us.
Buxton is a beautiful Spa Town,
the spring water is cool, fresh and freely available from St Annes shrine and has been enjoyed by visitors for centuries, the Romans took advantage and built a thermal bath, the Georgians built the crescent, the Victorians built the pavilion gardens.
And in 1903 the opera house was opened It’s the highest market town in England and I think it deserves its popularity.
(amendment I received this information from John one of our followers “….For the sake of completeness I would like to mention that Alston in Cumbria also claims to be the highest market town in England. Having checked the Ordnance Survey it seems that various parts of both towns range from 960 to 1040 feet. ” Thankyou John
On May Day it hosts a spring fair where the whole of the centre is lined with a veritable feast, of food,drink, arts, crafts and entertainments.
And lots and lots of people. The day started of in true bank holiday style with grey clouds and showers but the sunshine battled it’s way through and the atmosphere was carefree and happy.
In my opinion Buxton only has one failing, it doesn’t have a canal. However it does have a trainline that roughly follows the Peak Forest canal
But we won’t make this mistake again. Firecrest sits quite deep in the water and we’re finding it hard to tuck in for oncoming boats because we’re running aground and tilting more than we’d like. It’s frustrating for both us and the oncoming boat because we are trying desperately hard to be considerate boaters. Today however, despite slowing right down, the unseen roots and rocks on the offside bank caused us to bump boats and as we rocked I heard an almighty crash and oh no, there goes the bottle of wine I’d bought for tonight’s dinner.
The moral of this is if you must drink red wine, don’t leave it on the worktop, put it safely away if you’re cruising.
Perhaps the heron in today’s photo has the right idea, when Firecrest is on the move its safer to watch the world go by from an elevated roost. I know herons nest in trees but we’d never seen one perched above us like this before.
One of my joys is having the time to take advantage of these beautiful surroundings. Last week I turned off the canal and took a footpath through the woods, and oh what a mystical and magical place. A hidden woodland stream surrounded by bluebells and wild garlic. Now when we were in Bolligton for the market we saw a stall selling wild garlic preserves, chutney and pesto, hum I think to myself there’s enough garlic here that I could take a bagful of leaves home without damaging the natural growth or spoiling it for anyone else.
So yesterday I took a carrier bag with me and helped myself to a bag full of garlic leaves. And tomorrow I shall buy some pine nuts and make wild garlic pesto. Mmmm yummy.
I resisted picking a bunch of bluebells because I know they don’t last indoors and bluebells in woodland ought to be classed as a national treasure for all to enjoy.
We’ve had a whole years worth of weather today, and it all started when I got up to make an early morning cuppa and saw there was ethereal mist rising from the canal so I threw on some clothes and rushed outside to take photos.
And then again this evening after tea, whilst I was sheltering inside from the snowstorm I realised the light had changed and there was a complete rainbow outside the boat, it even had a reflection.
We’ve had,warm sun, followed by rain, snow and gales during the day but I wasn’t venturing out to capture any of that for you.
I’m back in Suffolk for a few days while Eric stays on the boat ploughing on with the wiring, he assures me it’s almost complete. What do I miss most about this beautiful part of the country? My friends, the seaside and gardening, so I have enjoyed two glorious days.
It wasn’t quite bikini weather, more like keep the thermals on, but it was sunny. Aldeburgh was beautiful as always. The sea is brown and murky from the North Sea shipping lanes but the pebbles were crunchy underfoot and the Victorian houses desirable and unaffordable. Of course not that I took much notice, I was too busy catching up and eating cake with my best friend.
I don’t miss going to work these days but I did have some amazing colleagues, who will always remain friends whether we’re on the same pay roll or not. My visit coincided with their
team-meeting lunch out so I was included. And I think they chose the Maybush at Waldringfield deliberately for me thinking I might arrive by boat, sadly Firecrest isn’t really suited to the Deben Estury
After all that good food and company I did get out for an afternoons gardening although Heather is doing a great job without my help.
Two days just isn’t long enough to do all the things I want to do and see the people I miss. Although I hope I won’t feel the need to give Eric space to work on the boat again, there will be a next time. And to quote Arnie…..”I’ll be back…..”
Especially for Lawrence, one of our Braidbar friends as his boat Elizabeth Ann was launched today.
Lovely looking boat, Lawrence, some great design features, an exciting few months ahead as the Braidbar team work their magic. Thanks for asking us to share your special day. It bought back happy memories of our launch.
Ok so I maybe I am a bit to blame but I got myself well and truly caught out today, stranded on the wrong side of the canal while Eric cruised away without me.
Being bank holiday Monday the canal was the busiest we’ve seen. We set off nice and early from Bugsworth back along the Peak Forest Canal. I knew there was a boat behind us but obviously as we got to the swing bridge first I was the one to open it. And being a kind person I waved the following boat through, and the next and the next. In all 7 boats went through before I was able to close the bridge, and Eric, not realising I’d got stuck, had cruised all the way to New Mills before he pulled over to wait for me, Good job I can walk faster than a narrowboat and it was only a mile further on. Of course the up side of playing narrowboat leap frog is that we were no longer the first in the caravan and the following three bridges were opened for us.
Swing and lift bridges are typically found on farm land where it isn’t appropriate to have a proper bridge. You either need a windlass or a key to operate them and, unless you fancy swimming across the canal, you need to close them I order to get back onto the tow path.
We made it back to High Lane in time for a late lunch and the grey skies and rain of the bank holiday have lifted, ready for another interesting day tomorrow.
We made an early getaway for the bank holiday weekend to take advantage of the last of the dry weather for a few days. Travelling north this time.
Evening sunshine certainly brings out the best in a dark grey cloud.
We’ve moored up at Marple, by the golf course,
Looking straight towards the setting sun
I’ve been advised that the best views around were from the Bowstones. So once it stopped raining I donned my boots and set off up the hill and down the dale and back up the next hill more or less following the boundary of Lyme Park.
The Bowstones are two carved Saxon pillars that are believed to be the shafts of two stone crosses. Sadly although their history is legendary, they are dwarfed by the scenery around them.
Looking back towards the canal to the west and north it feels like the whole world is stretching out before you, I think to my left is Chester and the north wales mountains then as I span round to my right it takes in Liverpool Manchester Stockport and to the northern reaches of the Peak District. It wouldn’t surprise me if the mountains in the distance were the Lakeland fells but alas it is all too vast and hazy for me to capture in a photograph
Then to the east I could see out towards New Mills and beyond into the central Peak District
Along the way I stopped to chat