Tales of the Unexpected
When it’s just a question of turning a boat round to retrace your route you don’t expect there to be much different to see or to reflect upon – but you might be wrong…
On the outbound trip to Aqueduct Marina (near Nantwich, south Cheshire) a brilliant mooring spot had been sighted, a length of mooring with wide-reaching views overlooking the pretty village of Church Minshull. ‘Moor there on Friday once we’ve finished at the marina,’ was the thought. Keen to drum up business Aqueduct staff (repeatedly) offered a free overnight marina mooring. But the Cleddau crew politely rejected the offer, ‘much nicer to be out by a fine piece of towpath…’ was their thinking, and Cleddau was turned right back onto the Middlewich Arm to start her journey back to the Macc.
How difficult could it be to moor in such an idyllic spot?
Below the waterline lurked a length of infamous ‘Shroppie ledge’, set at a depth which causes noisy collision between boat hull and stonework. The first line of defence when mooring are the slim pipe fenders, three each side of the boat hung from the cabin top rails. After tying up the Captain deployed the usual three squashy go-kart tyres as buffers between boat and side (second line of defence, but not with any great success).
From the front deck now were brought the third line of defence, the pair of wheelbarrow tyres. Floated horizontally they keep the boat further away from the edge /ledge.
It was a day of high bluster, the tree tops waving wildly in the wind – and the boat continued to bang.
Back out onto the towpath the Captain went: ropes were adjusted and in a further attempt to gain a peaceful mooring the go kart tyres were forced between the wheelbarrow tyres and the bank. Would this (fourth line of defence!) provide a more peaceful mooring in an apparently tranquil spot?
The afternoon passed, with just the occasional biff as the wind continued to blow – but the views were good.
“Did you see the girls last night?”
“Oh yes, and heard them! They tied up and went down to a pub…”
There was time for plenty of conversation at Stanthorne Lock that morning, an hour and a half in fact. Where does a lock queue start? How many boats moored back from the lock are actually queuing for it? Not, it transpired, the one where a notice in the window advised of a shift worker sleeping, respect his peace please…
On the lock landing below the lock lurked a crippled boat (“waiting for an engineer,” another boater explained). Boatwif counted the waiting boats and made regular reports back to the queue behind. Then a crowd of bods gathered around the chamber and a teenage boy was seen clambering down and then back up the lock steps. A man with a trolley full of tools was amidst them.
The story emerged: a dayboat with a crew of about seven had got a rope wrapped around the prop, the gearbox seal had broken and the gearbox oil had been lost. Engine-less the boat was bow-hauled into the lock and then hauled out once the lock was filled. While the crew crammed onto the small bow deck (for hot drinks on a damp morning) the engineer clambered down into the engine ‘ole and within half an hour or so he had restored power and propulsion to the boat.
Boaters afloat on a Sunday are quite likely to encounter fishermen /women. The Captain hissed under his breath at discovering this angler slap bang in the middle of the lock landing below Crow’s Nest Lock. With eight bollards for boaters to use the fisherman had set up his encampment between bollards four and five…! Cleddau was held back at the far end before entering the lock, rising with the water, then for the crew to espy a whole line of neatly separated fishermen (yes, all men) each with rods of different lengths, keep nets, maggot boxes, catapults and all the paraphernalia a competitive angler needs – and the competition still had a couple of hours to run…
Three days later the fishing competition came back to mind. Cleddau was following a C&RT workboat out of Rode Heath. Two boats approached, one was familiar. The crew of the second boat, however, were clearly distracted by something.
“The workboat’s stopped,” the helmsman said. “Boys ahead have just found a GUN!” And so they had – two young teenagers had been using a sea magnet in the water under a bridge, and had caught a gun… It (a revolver) was handed to the workboat crew. Further along at a C&RT depot five men pored over it. Was it real? Unknown, but it was rusty. Staff from the Red Bull Office at Kidsgrove were alerted, a vehicle was sent to collect it for it then to be handed in to the police. Had any other unexpected items ever been recovered from canal waters, the Captain asked. Affirmative – unexploded World War 2 shells…
There was yet another unexpected turn of events at Lock 53. Unusually this lock has one gate paddle and one sole ground paddle. Opening a gate paddle before a ground paddle can increase any turbulence and /or shower the front end of an upcoming boat. On the stern Boatwif waited – and waited – for the boat to begin to rise. Nothing happened. “Going to use the gate paddle only. Can’t use the ground paddle,” came a garbled cry from the Captain. Boatwif braced herself and amidst the noise of rushing water the boat began to rise. Next from beside the lock chamber came an odd request: “Pass the knife from the shelf please…” Somehow the cord from the Captain’s rain jacket had got trapped in the ground paddle gear, so operation Cut Cord Free ensued… Another first, though not one crew members would aspire to repeat!
Overcoming the difficulties of a road closure under the M6, a diverted bus route and an unmarked bus stop the Captain and Boatwif made their way via bouncy bus into Sandbach from Hassall Green on Tuesday. Sandbach., population about 19,000, proved a very pleasant surprise. It’s a market town, with many fine and listed buildings. The Crosses are prominent on The Cobbles, display boards providing useful interpretation:
The town’s buildings exude ornamentation and confidence. Here’s the Town Hall (built in 1889 in obviously Victorian Gothic Revival style) , here the Literary Institute, (designed by Sir Gilbert Scott in the 1850s) and here The Old Hall (Grade 1 listed, constructed in 1656) . In the parish church there are many fine stained glass windows, these three include a heartening message
Heavy transport fans might recognise this town as the home of Foden and ERF Trucks, and the award winning Foden’s Brass Band is still based in Sandbach.
And so, after overnight moorings outside Wheelock, at Hassall Green and at Church Lawton, Cleddau completed the climb back up Heartbreak Hill. No hearts were broken, although there was an alarming tale from another boater of how his wife is hospitalised with serious shoulder, elbow and hip injuries caused by falling six feet from the Red Bull lock down onto a stone path.
For now though Cleddau and crew are back on Macc, tied up alongside the Ramsdell Railings…
Since leaving Aqueduct Marina: 22 miles, 34 locks
Total since leaving home moorings on this trip: 65 miles, 80 locks