We were so exhausted after our ditch crawl the day before, we weren’t sure we would be cruising today, but the sun was shining, the prop was clear and there was enough bacon left for more butties, so we gingerly inched forward out of our safe haven.
Leaving Bentley Park
Theres an interesting sculpture over the canal but I couldnt find any information about it. It’s a polished stainless steel triangular tube that arches over the canal and if you catch it at the right angle and sunlight, it reflects an image of whatever is underneath it. We couldnt see any functional use for it other than it being an interesting art instalation. Sadly the rest of the artwork nearby was more destructive and unappealing.
On our outward journey we had stopped to clear the prop 2 or 3 times, but today we reached the top of the Wolverhampton flight unhindered. Eric moored up to give the prop a final check before we set off down the 21.
Lock landing Wolverhampton top lock
The day was looking increasingly promising.
1 down 20 to go
Eric and I work well as a team, I set the lock and open the gates, then go immediately go and set the next lock. Eric cruises in and empties it, opens the gates and hauls the boat out and cruises straight into the next awaiting lock, whilst i go back and close the gates on the previous lock. It’s efficient and quick, i might do twice as much walking but we share the physically tiring workload.
Half way down
And with the warmth of the autumnal sunshine there were lot of people out walking.
A good way to spend a sunday afternoon
Some offered to lend a hand and every now and then someone shows a real interest. They might think we are brightening their day, but it gives us such a boost to be able to share a bit of privilage. Occasionally we like to say thankyou with an invitation to step onto the back deck.
Two happy blokes
We almost flew down the flight, in just over 3 ½hours. The Wolverhampton flight is a pretty and very pleasant flight. We would happily do it again, and our love of cruising has been restored.
Almost there
When we got to the bottom we turned right and moored on the Staffs and Worcester, at Autherley junction. Where we were joined by fellow bloggers Mick and Pip on NB Oleana.
What happened to summer, we got thwarted by a heatwave and a drought, but it wasnt all bad.
Stanthorne Woods, Middlewich
When I left you, we were heading up to Chester, Eric had a business trip so I had a fortnight to explore that beautiful city on my own. As usual I spent half my time in the cathedral listening to heavenly music, and the other half walking around the walls. This visit I decided it was time to climb up the cathedral and do the tower tour. And as I expected the views were magnificent.
The looking towards Wales from Chester Cathedral
When Eric returned to Firecrest we set off south again. But the writing was on the walls or should I say water, or lack of it. Even in June we were finding mooring difficult because the water levels were dropping. But we had a family wedding to attend on the south coast so whilst we had a holiday in Sussex, Firecrest had a holiday in a marina.
A day worth celebratingAnd Eric and I got to dance at the party
On our return we reassed our cruising plans. We had planned a route that would take us onto canals we hadn’t cruised before, up the Wolverhampton flight, through Birmingham and down the Tardebigge flight, and through Droitwich towards Worcestershire and we’d return towards the east of England in the autumn after coming up the Avon. But dire warnings of the summer being worse than that of ’76 and restrictions already being impossed, we knew we had to plan to cruise to a place of safety.
The combination of the extreme heat and the uncertainties ahead of us zapped the enthusiasm for cruising. CRT’s reluctance to publish cruising restrictions, in order to protect the hire industry is understandable, but when its staring you in the face that the resevoirs are empty, it makes it very difficult for liveaboards. We knew we wanted to overwinter in the east of England, but how were we going to get there. The Atherstone flight was bound to be closed but for how long and could we get ahead of a closure. And for that matter would we find enough water on the other side. After last summer’s lockdown, we decided to cut our losses. we knew there was a safe space in Fazeley that was deep enough for Firecrest to moor at. But we had to time our arrival, such that we didnt fall foul of any of the standard mooring restrictions, and maintain a secondary plan just in case lockdown didnt happen.
Peel’s Wharf, Fazeley
We made it, this may look like an identical photo to last summer, it probably is, we were in exactly the same spot. Even the lovely people we had met last year came out to greet us. Now we just had to hold our own amd wait for CRT admit defeat. Which they did, only instead of lifting all the mooring restrictions like they’d done last year, they only lifted the 14 day restriction, meaning anyone on a 2 or 7 day visitor mooring had to respect them. And guess what, even though theres no signage this location turns out to be a 7 day mooring. We entered a discussion with CRT explaining our deep draft and they begrudging gave us permission to stay. The mooring officer checking the boats was completely understanding and gave us his permission to stay. How come such a peaceful way of life can become so stressful. But once we’d got the burocracy out of the way, we settled down to bake in the sunshine. Eric was busy working so I decided to jump ship and return home. The bricks and mortar isnt such a bad place to be, I dont get to enjoy misty mornings but I often get a fabulous sun set.
The view from the back garden
And the bird life was somewhat unexpected when I found an interloper had moved into the neighbourhood.
Meet Rio, we’re told he had escaped from the local equestrian center, although I cant imagine trying to saddle up.
And our plans to celebrate our Ruby wedding anniversary in style was someone postponed in favour of an autumnal party yet to be announced- but didnt we make a lovely couple in 1986.
Ah, young and in love, and we havent changed a bit.
Back to today, I am back on board Firecrest, and we are cruising again. We’ve escaped from Fazeley and we are going to attempt a cruising route that we’ve not done before.
Somewhere on the Staffs and Worcester
We are loving being able to cruise again. Our love of this lifestyle is not diminished.
above the Radford Bank, Stafford
The summer wasn’t a write off, we didn’t get to to do the things we set out to do, but we spent more time with friends and family. And we took the opportunity to go places by road instead of water.
Would you like to come to our house? Our friends Helen and James asked us as we travelled north up the Staffs and Worcester, well not actually their house but their local NT property and only 5 minutes walk from the canal. And so after a mornings cruise together,
James at the helm
we moored up at Wightwick Bridge Visitor Mooring
Good mooring at wightwick bridge
and strolled across to the Manor.
Wightwick Manor (pronounced witick)
Built in the late 1880’s, Wightwick Manor, was built for Theodore Mander and his family. They were inspired by the Arts and Craft style so lots of William Morris and Rossetti to see. It was also a period known as the Aesthetic movement -basically art for arts sake.
The family still have an apartment in the house and are known to enjoy Christmas there, although I’m not sure if they still use the dining room.
But I bet they are tempted to play the odd frame of snooker
As always you can’t visit a NT house without a visit to the bathroom, and in this case the sluice, containing a collection of slipper bedpans, not all that dissimilar to the sluices and bedpans in the hospital where I did my nurse training and that was in 1983.
Lots more laughter as we enjoyed the gardens
me and Helen
Definitely a property I’d visit again. Even if just to walk around the garden.
