We’ve had a lot to celebrate recently. My brother, went to live overseas several years ago and this is his first return visit to England. We Skype, text and send gifts etc, but you can’t beat a real big bear hug from your Bro. He timed his visit to coincide with the “royal” birthday, 3 of us add another year in the same week so we abandon our dates and eat cake for a whole week.
There were too many of us to all stay at Mum’s, so we booked a cottage in the same village and had a fabulous week in the Lake District. We realised it’s been about 10 years since Eric and I had a holiday together. Whilst Firecrest was being planned we hired narrowboats in differing configurations, which we justified as research. We took ourselves off to one of our favourite places, Ulswater and went on a proper hike along the east side But to prevent withdrawal symptoms we caught the steamer back to Glen Riding. you can see the steamer on its route, and that’s Helvelyn on the left.
One of the things I love about the Lake District is the real Herdwick sheep.
And the bluebell woods
It wasn’t just the bluebells that were at their finest, the yellow gorse bushes made a welcome change to the acres of sneeze inducing rape seed
And I couldn’t not share this photo taken by Heather of a herd of Angora goats.
We had a fabulous week surrounded by so much love and happiness, and beautiful countryside. All the effort and preparation was worth it.
We planned to go as far as Worksop on this trip, but as we have learnt, waterways plans are very fluid. Beautiful though this area is, it’s a slow canal. The centre channel is narrow and the banks shallow which means our average speed 1.5mph and makes grounding was an occupational hazard if we had to pass an oncoming boat. Several times we came across boats mooring directly opposite winding holes which just created an extra difficulty. Consequently because of our family commitments we decided to call it a day and wind at Retford. Still, it gave my brother a taste of our life with a few days gentle cruising before we took advantage of the mooring at the Retford and Worksop Boat club.
Retford itself provided us with a decent bank with rings, supermarket. It’s an old market town that is mentioned in the doomsday book. There’s a strong continental influence in the architecture as the flat landscape required drainage ditches to manage the flooding, and who better to advise than the Dutch.
And the town centrepiece is the Sebastopol cannon brought over from the Crimean war. I’m not quite sure why.
We did wonder if it was significant that the bank was right next door to the police station
The Chesterfield Canal trust has been restoring The 46 miles of this old canal since 1989, however housing estates and railways have somewhat hindered progress and there is still 9 miles to rebuild in order to join up with the prestigious waterside developement in Chesterfield town, itself. The goal is to complete the work by 2027 to commemorate the 250th anniversary of its original completion. I hope we’ll still be boating in 8 years to enjoy this exceptionally beautiful canal all the way.
Our goal was to be on the Chesterfield canal by mid April as we have friends and family in this area and we just happened to have rather a lot of birthdays to celebrate this month. The next few weeks were going to be busy busy for us so it was an absolute joy to find the Chesterfield Canal so peaceful.
We were surprised by just how rural it is with the occasional disused brick works alongside.
But the price to pay for this isolated idyll is a bit of a vicious circle. The canal has very little traffic, it’s narrow, has shallow banks and few mooring opportunities. It has a reputation for becoming very weedy.
We did however find a lovely spot to moor at Drakeholes
The low concrete edging meant that Eric could relax over the bank holiday weekend in true manly fashion by repainting the gunwales
Whilst I took advantage of the sunshine and picnic bench to get my spinning wheel out and turned some fibre into yarn.
Arty and Ruby were able to join us and we shared a sumptuous picnic, I’d foolishly not believed the forecast that said it was going to be a hot weekend and made soup.
Hot days make for misty mornings full of promise.
And the main goal of our time on the Chesterfield was to meet up with my brother, Silver, who has lived overseas for the past few years and only seen photos of Firecrest.
What better way to celebrate than a proper Boater’s breakfast.
Our goal was to get onto the Chesterfield Canal by mid April so we could meet with family and friends. But we don’t do anything quickly and although we could have done Cromwell to West Stockwell in one go, we opted for an overnight stop outside Torksey Lock. We’re usually quite proud of Firecrest and used to gongoozelers asking how long she is -60 foot, but there are times when we get a real inferiority complex. Yes that’s us moored behind that “ocean liner”
It seems that that the Trent is the place to build your power station, I guess there was a glut of coal and water. I know their days are numbered but I find the cooling towers a wonderful sight.
I wonder if they will survive like the old buildings like Torksey Castle
And this folly known as “The Chateau” a wealthy Georgian lawyer’s picnic palace
Of course not all the sights we saw along the Trent are to be envied
But we were paying close attention to our Boating Association Trent Maps which highlight the cruising channel so we avoid the shallows, although we could see the deep and shallow areas by looking at the chopiness of the water. And with the wind that was blowing, it was quite choppy at times.
We’d made good progress from Torksey but had been advised to moor in Gainsborough for a few hours until the tide was in our favour to enter the lock West Stockwith
Scarily high wall, but the Trent has a tidal bore called the Aegir that reaches Gainsborough and can be 1.5m on a high spring tide. I was quite happy to wait in the town as there’s a wool shop called the Wool Loft in the red brick building at the top of the pontoon and they invited me to join their knit and natter group
We were expecting it to take half an hour down to West Stockwith but once we hit the incoming tide it really slowed us down, we’d been travelling at nearly 6 mph and we felt the water flow change direction it slowed us to just over 3 mph without any movement on the throttle. Another word of thanks to the extremely helpful lock keepers. We’d let Stockwith know we’d left Gainsborough so he was waiting on the lock landing for us and ready to give Eric directions to manoeuvre the boat across the water into the narrow gap. It takes nerves of steel cause the advise is to do it at full throttle and it’s near impossible to see the actual gap . Even so most boats bash the wall, including us.
Once through the lock we were able to moor up in the basin. It’s a lovely small marina basin, we spent 2 nights there, dismantling the anchor and radio and all the river paraphernalia.
Our Journey from Foxton Locks has been 115 miles and 65 locks, we have taken 24 days, at a leisurely pace with time off the boat for family and friends and we still have a few more days in reserve before our next commitment.
Our plan is to meet up with family on the Chesterfield Canal so now that we were all shipshape we set off, Under Trent Bridge, with it’s beautiful blue and gold metalwork
and onto Holme Lock, where we had to wait for the floating gin palace to come through. Lots of happy people looking down on us.
Our first overnight stop at Stoke Lock. Ironically on the canals we would rarely stop at a lock, for a start the landings need to be kept clear for boats on the move and there’s always a risk that the pond will drain if gates are leaky. However that’s not the case on big rivers, there are usually tall walls or floating pontoons near the locks but little else other than a great community spirit.
The turbulence as the lock fills or empties can be quite ‘exciting’ so boats are held fore and aft by our ropes around inset poles to stop us bashing into the walls or other boats.
It feels quite intimidating being at the bottom of a big lock but it’s like opening an advent calendar when the gates open to reveal a whole new landscape.
The weirs on the Trent are colossal, not to be messed with. The froth continues for quite a way.
We made it to Farndon, just outside Newark on day 2. Farndon marina is home to an old Norwegian fishing vessel that has been transformed into a bar/restaurant, and it’s well worth the 5 minute walk for a £6.50 plate of fish and chips.
Next stop Newark, past the beautiful castle and onto the visitor moorings by the CRT offices. We only stopped long enough for Eric to fill the water tank and for me to fill the fridge, Aldi is less than 10 minutes walk from here so a convenient place to do the chhores.
And the final joy of this leg of the journey was to watch the sun setting from our overnight mooring at Cromwell lock.
After Nottingham the river locks are manned by lock keepers and the procedure is to announce your intention before you arrive. That way the lockies can set the lock for you or advise you where to wait your turn. You can phone ahead which is ok if there’s good reception, but using a VHF radio is the prefered option. We opted for a fixed radio rather than a handheld device because the clarity is generally better. But this requires an aerial. Last year we cobbled together a tempory mag-mount affair but we wanted something more permanent, and I finally relented and gave Eric permission to drill holes in the roof.
I watched nervously from below, although I’m not sure what I’d have done if he’d gone through the ceiling. But he didn’t.
Job done, all ready for the base to be screwed in place.
Now we can be heard for miles and we set off downstream on the Trent underneath that beautiful bridge on our way to meet family on the Chesterfield Canal.
(Technical data to be written by Eric later) We’ve long believed that solar panels are a good idea for narrowboats. But the complexity of adding them to an all electric boat the way that Eric wanted seemed a step too far for our builder. For the sake our our sanity we didn’t peruse it initially, but during our week at Beeston things fell into place for us to rectify this compromise.
Eric had been researching panels on and off for several months. And the panels that fitted our bill came from Photonic Universe, a company in Orpington, Kent. We had a family event to attend in Sussex, so hired a car large enough to take advantage of close proximity and transport 4 panels back to Firecrest.
You’d think it was Christmas morning when Eric unpacked the boxes on our bed.
My concern was, “where the heck are we going to store these until they are fitted” but Eric’s enthusiasm was such, that it wasn’t much of an issue. We were hoping for cool overcast dry weather and that’s what we got the very next day, so it was out onto the bank to unpack properly
First we needed to check which way we were going to position the panels. Bearing in mind that retro fitting panels means working around pancake vents, centre ropes and dog boxes, we had a lot to consider. Our choices were horizontal across the width of Firecrest or lengthwise, so we played around also taking into consideration the need to wire them into the boats electrics.
We opted for length ways down the boat, 2 in front and 2 behind the pancakes, rather than width ways across the boat.
First job though, was to wash the roof thoroughly. We don’t call him Flash Gordon for nothing.
Then Eric used masking tape to mark out the chosen positions, and to protect the roof from any excess glue squelching out. He used CT1 glue as its both waterproof and flexible as well as being virtually impossible to unstick.
We worked as a team lifting each panel into place.
We smoothed the panels down and held them in place with our ballast weights whilst the glue cured.
Stopping for a cuppa after each one, and then completing second pair the next day.
After a week at Beeston we were itching to move on, so we cruised the 5 miles along the Beeston Cut onto the River Trent outside the County Hall. Here Eric was able to add a bead of glue to mastic the edges of the panels.
All four panels are now safely in position, awaiting the far more complex stage of the project. Wiring in and connecting them to our existing system.
And just before anyone comments on the ropes across the panels in our header photo, we know this will reduce our output, generally speaking we will only have one centre rope and it fits between the panels. We have a secondary extra long rope available for deep river locks.
The Soar had soothed our concerns about travelling on a river again, but this morning before we set off, we prepped the anchor and donned our life jackets ready for the big water on our journey north. The Trent is the third longest river in Britain, 185 miles long. It starts its journey on Bidolph Moor in Staffordshire where it historically marks the divide between the North of England and what lies below. Its large drainage catchment area from the moors and the midlands makes it vulnerable to heavy and occassionally catastrophic flooding, hence the need for boats such as ours to treat it with respect. We shall be travelling 85 miles downstream as far as Keadby, which in theory is 24 hours travelling, however, we need to eat, sleep, explore and spend time with family so you’ll have to bear with us for another 2 months. After Keadby the river carries on for another 9 miles until it reaches the Humber Estuary and the sound of seagulls and proper shipping lanes.
Our first view of the Trent. And although we want to turn right, the arrows guide us to the left to avoid the weir.
Things are starting to look familiar from last year’s cruising. The boat club house on the island,
And the entrance to the Erewash canal
But looking back a solitary swan says goodbye and thankyou for calling.
After all that excitement, seeing the open water, we’re immediately guided back onto a managed canal
And towards Cranfleet lock
And finally onto our destination for the next few days, Beeston
Lots of lovely cruising along this final part of the journey before we joined the Trent.
We cruised straight through Loughborough, but came across some pretty villages
I had quite a lot of hard work to do
But we were rewarded with some lovely mooring
There’s some impressive houses, we wondered which country we were in at one point, this developement even had it’s own private marina
And some very impressive bridges. This is Mountsorrel mineral railway bridge. It’s a grade II listed building and as it helpfully tells us it was built in 1860
The nearer we got to the Trent, the more dire the warnings became about the potential for the river to flood. These wooden railings are the final emergency mooring facility before the Trent. And surveying the low lying ground around I hope that bungalow is built on stilts. I can’t imagine how terrifying it would be if we needed to use such a facility, but I know how grateful I’d be if I did.
Our final night on the Soar was at Sutton Bonnington tucked in the bend known as the Devil’s Elbow
Our final morning on the Soar saw us cruising past the coal fuelled Ratcliffe power station. It’s been churning out electricity for 50 years, but it’s days are numbered.
We saw these cooling towers last year when we looked south from the mouth of the Erewash canal.
I get the impression there’s a lot more still to do and see in Leicester, but Castle Gardens is a 2 day pontoon. We moved up to the 14 day Friar’s Mill pontoon, all of 5 minutes cruise and still within walking distance of the centre, but it is in the midst of redevelopment and noisy. We were excited to see electric hook up, but nothing seemed to be working.
We didn’t stay long and continued past Frog Island, and if judging by the size of the frog on this mural probably safer not to.
Frog Island is actually a suburb of Leicester and houses some of the Victorian mills and factories and has some fascinating history.
Sadly the canal and river is still full of rubbish that accumulates on the bends and around locks.
But looking beyond, the countryside was lovely. It’s a flat landscape with many lakes that have been developed into nature reserves, Watermead Park. I don’t know if any of the lakes are manmade left over from mining or gravel extraction, but we could imagine navigation being impossible in flood season.
We moored up for the night at Birstall, a nice village with all the facilities a boater needs, pub, co-op, and takeaway.