Macclesfield Canal: Victoria Pit at Higher Poynton to Red Bull Aqueduct
Surprises tend to come in one of two forms – nice or nasty.
A nasty surprise which curtailed Boatwif’s ‘Back to Boating’ trip in July was a broken wrist… seven weeks on another Back to Boating attempt is under way.
Determined to mix recovery with practicalities and a birthday celebration the Cleddau crew returned to Cheshire, moved back on board and enjoyed a delightful Sunday Bank Holiday stroll from the home moorings up into Lyme Park.
It was a crisp and clear day. There was Manchester, due north, dead ahead, with views into Lancashire beyond. To the east sunlight sparkled on the Peak District and over to the north west stood the refinery at Runcorn, the higher ground of West Cheshire and the hills of north Wales. Close by a movement in the grasslands caught the eye – a stag among the sheep…
Back at the boat that afternoon something was amiss – there was a distinct lean to the left, the port side. Why…? Were the mooring ropes too tight…? No.
Inside the cabin the galley sink seemed higher than the fridge. Anyone sitting on the long bed settee would be in danger of slipping off. The water pump kept cutting in as if a tap had been turned on.
“It must be water,” the Captain pronounced. “Water in the bilges.”
There’s an inspection hatch in the base of the bathroom cupboard. And there below nearly an inch of water swirled in the metal channels at the bottom of the boat… So it was water putting the boat on a lean.
But how did it get there?
An analytical approach helps in situations like this. Water pump off. Tick.
The Captain swiftly emptied the stock of metal windlasses from the front step lockers and heaved the steps backwards into the cabin. The area under the front deck could be accessed now. Think of it as a crawl-in cellar. Out was heaved infrequently used paraphernalia so that the investigation could continue. And there in the dark recesses was more water, dripping steadily from a cylindrical tank and making its way around the underworld of the boat.
Was the hose between the water tank and this cylinder at fault? (It’s an accumulator tank that pressurises and regularises the water supply system) Replacing the hose made no difference to the steady dripping and leaking… So the cylindrical vessel was the culprit – it would need to be changed – AND the water under the floor needed to be pumped out.
A text appeal was made to Leek-based marine engineer Ed Shiers – and wasn’t this the best surprise birthday present that Boatwif never knew she’d wanted…! Meanwhile water was pumped out from under the bathroom and from under the wardrobe. Thanks be to Jaq (previous owner of nb Valerie) who had recommended a Pela vacuum pump. Stats-wise that nasty little surprise involved the removal of 144 litres of water (32 UK gallons /40 US gallons).
Finally, just after midday on September 2nd, the 2020 cruising season could begin. Diesel was topped up at Bailey’s Trading Post where in Covid-19 times payment is via a tray on twin rails and a pair of pulleys…
It was a wet cruise to Macclesfield (a nasty surprise) where a mooring with reasonable road access was essential. An Italian Take Out birthday dinner with the Cheshire Three plus a Cal Clan lunch time interlude (Californian time) made for the whole evening being a very pleasant (nice) surprise, despite Techno Son-in-Law’s penchant for recycling previous celebratory decorations! (40 – would that that were the case!)
Reservoirs – remember mention of reservoirs here. There‘s been another one to explore. A walk up through Sutton village became a reminder of this weekend 8 years ago when the place was populated by scarecrows. The first weekend of September is traditionally Sutton’s Flower Festival weekend, cancelled this year of course, but there are still scarecrows about…
Out on a footpath across the fields, heading southeast. There were streams to avoid, boggy bits to negotiate and eventually a steep road to cross. Then came a glimpse of water and a path that leads around Sutton Reservoir towards the dam wall. This reservoir is another feeder to the Macclesfield Canal.
The patience required in spreading an 11 mile canal trip over four days was duly rewarded on Saturday. Lock keepers galore (7 humans and 1 dog) arrived early afternoon to work Cleddau down the 12 lock Bosley Flight. The Cheshire Three are experts and their local friends had aided Cleddau’s Bosley descent in April 2019. (See here ). According to the Captain, who’s a numbers man, the transit was in record-breaking time, but then with crew working ahead to prepare the locks and only two pauses for upcoming boats to clear the chambers it should have been efficient…
The Cloud (a distinctively shaped hill which stands 343 metres /1,125 ft above sea level) dominates the landscape in these parts. It was good to see it again, from the locks, from an overnight mooring near Bridge 65 and in the morning when (surprise, surprise) two hot air balloons hung above it…
Onwards, through Congleton, in dry periods, in rain showers, in torrential rains… Local points of reference such as the Ramsdell Hall railings were a familiar and welcome sight but in a sudden deluge Ramsdell Hall itself and nb Chouette were barely visible. Onward, through Scholar Green…
Then came Hall Green stop lock, where the useful water point is always recalled as the site of the 2014 left wrist fracture (a previous nasty surprise)… Hall Green lock (a useful “training lock” at 12 inches depth and a greater than average length) was safely negotiated and a mooing found a half mile further on at Red Bull Aqueduct.
So, by September 6th Cleddau had finally cruised the complete length of the Macclesfield Canal for the first time this year. From here on it’s a different canal (the Trent and Mersey), a different county (Staffordshire) and the rust red waters of the Harecastle Tunnel.
The cruise plan is subject to constant review. Initially Cleddau will be south bound to Tixall Wide, from where the journey may continue as a clockwise cruise of the Four Counties Ring…
Victoria Pit at Higher Poynton to Red Bull Aqueduct: 23 miles, 13 locks
Monkton Moments*- 2 (Monkton Moment*- a reference to / recognition of Cleddau’s Pembrokeshire connections)
- “Aargh, Cleddau – Pembrokeshire – Haverfordwest”
- “Oh, Cleddau, know where that is, have rowed longboats at Aberaeron…”
Umbrella usage in rain at the stern: frequent
Boat improvement tasks: engine room partially painted and varnished; installation of 2 fairleads; 2 ropes spliced
Wrist repair exercises: many