So here we are in Aylesbury. We are moored on a pontoon right in front of the brand new
clubhouse. The pontoons are fixed, not floating, and the water levels fluctuate
a little, so we leave the lines slacker than we would usually. There are no passing boats to create a wash,
so we don’t move much, except in high winds.
Canal and River Trust are trying to make improvements to raise the water
level, but so far we have not noticed a difference, and we cannot open our side
doors as they come up against the pontoon.
As this is winter we don’t need them open much, but occasionally it
would be useful to load things on or off the boat (e.g. full cassettes).
Lift bridge into the
basin
We arrived on Friday 31st October, and, as it was
Halloween, the good people of Aylesbury decided to let off some fireworks.
There were several locations, and although they were all a good way off, the
sounds seemed to reflect off the clubhouse and reverberate all around our
boat. Hugo disappeared under our duvet,
as he is not keen to celebrate in this way.
Our mooring and the
clubhouse
The following night being the weekend, the good people of
Aylesbury decided to let off some fireworks. And then again on Sunday
night. On Monday night, as it was only
two days before 5th November, the good people of Aylesbury decided
to let off some fireworks. We had
fireworks every night for ten consecutive nights!!! By the end, Hugo must have thought that this was normal life in
Aylesbury. One night, at 10pm, when we
all thought the last firework in the land had finally died, he at last went
outside for some fresh air. There was a huge explosion, which seemed as though
it was just above the boat. Hugo shot
inside as though someone was trying to kill him! The poor cat was shaking with fear.
We bought our Honda Jazz on the day after we arrived
(Saturday) and we collected it on the Wednesday. We are very pleased with it as it does everything we need. It is a 1400 engine, so it doesn’t have lots
of power when starting off, but the cruise control is excellent, and it is
comfortable. For the first time ever we
now have a satnav. The postcode for the
Canal Society premises is new, and it doesn’t register on the satnav, but we
have marked it as “home” now, so we can get back easily. The car colour is a
sort of greyish-brown, which means that we don’t have to wash it so often!
We have been out and about exploring a little. We have seen
a bit more of the Wendover Arm, and we saw Matt Baker and the rickshaw
challenge passing through for Children in Need.
Wendover Arm
Rickshaw Challenge
Aylesbury Canal Society is a charity originally set up to
preserve the line of the Aylesbury Arm, and in particular, the basin at the end
of the canal. Now they have moved a mile out to the edge of town, and there is
a small marina for around 40 boats, and this huge clubhouse, paid for by the
local council, so that the town centre can be re-developed. Because of the
number of boats moored there it is run a bit like a boat club, with many jobs
being done by volunteers from among the resident boaters.
Frosty morning
Wishing to contribute to the work, Hazel has learned how the
cleaning works, and has joined the cleaning team. Toilets, showers, kitchens,
lounge areas, and stairs all receive attention. James took on the painting of
red warning lines on the concrete floor of the workshop. This is a long building large enough to
house a full-length narrowboat, and, using a winch, the boats are hauled up a
ramp on a trolley. When they are inside, a hoist takes the weight, and the
trolley is let down the ramp again. The
red warning lines are to denote where the legs of the hoist should be. James has line painting on his CV, as he
once painted white lines on the runway at Alice Springs airport.
James had had a bad back for the last six weeks of boating,
from pushing the heavy lock gates on the Leicester section of the Grand Union,
followed by the Buckby locks. He had
found a physiotherapist called Don Gatherer, who came with good credentials –
official physio for Team GB at the 2012 Olympics, the England rugby team and a
few others. He made an appointment for
our first Thursday, and drove there using our new satnav (How exciting is
that?). He had a 30-minute session with
what Don called a microwave, followed by a spine wrench that might have looked
good in a wrestling ring.
The following day (Friday) James spent several hours
sweeping the dust off the concrete in the workshop, and laying down masking
tape. By the end of the day he could hardly
walk and was popping ibuprofen.
Amazingly, on the Saturday, he was much better, and spent another few
hours on his hands and knees, painting the first coat of paint. On the Sunday afternoon he put down the
second and final coat.
Clubhouse
After our three-day trip to Suffolk, he went for a second
physio appointment, had another back wrench and was told not to come back. He
had been fine since.
The trip to Suffolk was to catch up with Maggie and Clive,
and pick up all our post. We managed to
fit in a visit to Minsmere, where we saw a Great White Egret (a first for us).
We once again just missed a bittern, and we have still never seen any bearded
tits, although they were present. James
did manage to glimpse a possible otter for almost as long as half a second,
before it disappeared under water. This
is his third possible sighting, and if you add them all up together, they last
for about 1.2 seconds in total. Hopefully,
one day, we’ll have a good lingering view.
Mossy trees at
Minsmere
The following Saturday we travelled to Nottingham for the
BCF AGM. On the way we called in to Milton Keynes to collect Tim and Tracey,
plus guide dog Oakley, plus Tim’s guitar.
It was a little cramped but we managed to squeeze everyone in. The AGM as usual was an excellent time of
fellowship and worship, as well as the business part.
Worship time at the
BCF AGM
On our second Sunday, we decided to visit the Salvation
Army, which is in easy walking distance from the marina. Although we had a warm welcome, it is not
for us. The style of worship was old fashioned, and the uniforms and titles
seemed a bit irrelevant. It was all a bit of a different culture. However, it was good to meet a man called
Malcolm, who was the person who started the Waterways Chaplaincy and we know
several of the chaplains.
Salvation Army
We discovered that there is sometimes a coffee morning in
the clubhouse here. This will be a good
way to meet and get to know people a little better. The only snag is that it is on Sunday mornings at 11am. This clashes with most churches, and we
decided that we should be at the coffee mornings with our new neighbours rather
than sitting in a church receiving teaching and enjoying worship.
A day or two later, we were walking out of the marina, and
James was wearing his Boaters Christian Fellowship fleece. One of the guys working on the landscaping
came and made contact, telling us that he went to a small church called The
Ark. James tried to look it up online.
All he found was a community forum where someone had put out a warning along
the lines of: “Someone brought us some food and said they were from the Ark
church. I have contacted the police, and I suggest you all be on your guard as
they are acting very suspiciously.”
Hazel was by the gate the following day and saw the chap
again, who introduced her to his mother who was visiting briefly. She found out that the Ark meet in a gym not
far away, and their meetings are at 8am and 4pm! So on the Sunday we went to the coffee morning and met many of the
resident boaters. Then we went to the Ark, and found a small group of around 25
people, from mixed racial backgrounds, who were enthusiastically praising God,
and sharing their testimonies. It seems
they are mostly new Christians, and some have come out of a lifestyle of drugs,
crime, alcohol, bad language or promiscuity.
We were the oldest people there.
We made a visit to Weybridge where we had various routine
doctors and dentist appointments. We took the opportunity to spend time with
friends Graham and Sheila, and to visit our Barnabas group where we were warmly
welcomed.
We also went to a social event at Byfleet Boat Club, where
we heard a talk by Tony Davis about cruising the French canals.
On the Saturday we had the Aylesbury Canal Society (ACS)
AGM. This was the first major use of
the facilities. James was one of three serving behind the bar. It brought back memories of working
occasional evenings in the Vic at Oxshott in the early seventies.
We returned to the Ark on the Sunday, where we were made
very welcome once more. We are still
unsure where we should be church wise.
We had our boat engine serviced by a recommended chap called
Ed Boden, who seemed to do a good job.
He also got our immersion heater working, so we now have hot water
without having to run the engine or switch on the central heating. All it needed was to press the reset button!
To be fair this button is very tiny and not obvious.
It was good to have a visit from cousin Mary from
Birmingham, Alabama, accompanied by her sister Sue, and Sue’s husband Mike.
They were passing through on the way to Suffolk. They would have stayed
overnight if we had had the space. We can accommodate two guests, but no more.
Mary, Mike, Sue,
Hazel, James
We have also sorted out a coal and gas supplier who delivers
to ACS, and we took a delivery of four bags of Homefire Ovals. As this is our
first winter, we are trying out different types of coal and are still open on
the subject. Some burn quicker than
others, some produce a lot of ash, and some stay in (i.e. keep alight
overnight) better than others.
We have now discovered that the Sunday morning social at ACS
is only an occasional event, about once a month. This means that we can try some other churches, so on the last
Sunday of November we visited Bourton Community Church. They meet in a school
quite close by, so we tipped up there and received a great welcome. It is very informal, although it is an
Anglican church plant. The worship was excellent, and the message was very
good. We were asked to imagine what it
would have been like for Mary to receive the news that she was going to have a
baby. We also tried to identify with
Mary’s parents, and Joseph, when they received the news.
In the evening we returned for an hour of worship, led by
Jack who sang and played guitar, accompanied by some singers and some
percussion. It was a very good time, and the first time they had had such an
evening. The church also runs a café
called More, which is located in a row of local shops. We are very likely to return to this church
in two weeks time.
We have discovered the visitor’s book for boats that make it
down the Aylesbury Arm. We have found
our entry from 1999 when we came on Lystra, and the following two
entries are boaters we now know well: David and Jane on Jack Merrick
(Now on Rowan) followed by David and Carole on Ichthus (now on Days
of Elijah). We have all changed our boats since.
Visitors book
Next week we will be at Weybridge Methodist Church, on the
morning following the Byfleet Boat Club Christmas party, and an overnight stay
at a local pub.
