Sun 22nd March
Aylesbury - Wilstone
We packed a few more things to make the boat ready, including taking down the aerial cable, and putting the hood down, and emptying cassettes.
We made a final visit to “our” church, where we were asked to share what our plans were, and what Canal Ministries was all about. Some of the leaders prayed with us and we received a warm farewell, with a hope to return in November. We have made some good friends there.
Broughton worship team
We walked back to the boat via the Co-op for some last minute necessities. We packed away our electrical cable, made ready the helmsman’s box with Nicholson Guide, binoculars, logbook, phone, etc. We had to move Ajax, which was moored alongside us. Tim came to move the flat, a floating steel pontoon barge, which was blocking us in. Annie and some friends came to lift the lift bridge for us, and we were away at 1.25pm.
Leaving our winter home in Aylesbury
The first lock was full of decaying reeds, which made the gates difficult to open. At the second lock the water was overflowing both the top and bottom gates. On the Aylesbury Arm, the bottom lock gates don’t have a plank sticking out to walk on. Instead you walk on top of the gates to cross. This means that when one of the gates is open, the gap is too wide to step from one gate to the other, so you have to walk round the lock.
Through the reeds
Plenty of water in the canal
We met a family at another lock, and we gave out the first “How Do Locks Work?” leaflet of the season.
We moored for the night on visitor mooring rings at Wilstone, as we had planned.
Moored at Wilstone
We had a good wildlife day. First James spotted a large amount of frogspawn among the reeds at the side of the canal. Then we heard and then saw a skylark. Two kingfishers flew overhead. Then in the evening at Wilstone, James was shining his torch along a badger path we had seen earlier, and saw two large yellow eyes in the distance.
We visited the Half Moon pub, which is delightful, and had some Addlestone’s cider. They don’t serve food on Sunday or Monday evenings, so we ate on board.
James set up his new wildlife camera, with a view of the towpath, to see what turns up.
6 locks, 4 miles, I lift bridge
Mon 23rd March
Wilstone - Marsworth
James had a bit of a disturbed night, getting up at 1am to look for Hugo, as he thought he had heard some fighting. Hugo was nowhere to be found, but the stars were beautiful and there was no traffic noise.
Hugo appeared at 3am as though nothing had happened. He was probably right. He must have been quite a distance away.
The wildlife camera showed one or two people walking, including James on his Hugo hunt, but no animals.
We re-set the camera to time-lapse mode, and placed it on top of the boat as we set off through the locks.
Many of the locks had notices saying: “Please leave the lock empty”. After six single locks, the final two are a staircase pair.
The staircase locks at Marsworth
We moored opposite Marsworth junction, with the intention of visiting the Red Lion in the evening.
We looked at the pictures and discovered that we had taken a series of 10-second videos instead of one continuous video with a photo every two seconds, which had been the intention. After a further test, we had a series of photos every two seconds. What we want is the photos all joined up to make a video. Still working on that one.
Three boats went past in the afternoon.
Today’s wildlife highlights: a flock of goldfinches and a grey wagtail.
As we were leaving to go to the Red Lion, we realised that we hadn’t fed Hugo. James went back inside to feed him, while Hazel said she would walk on slowly. After locking up the boat for second time, James set off in pursuit. Hazel was nowhere to be seen. The towpath crossed over a bridge, and there was a good view from the top. No Hazel. Further along the towpath there was another bridge back over the canal, and the pub was up the road a short distance. Inside – no Hazel.
Phone call to Hazel, and we both say at the same time “Where are you?”. “I am at the Red Lion”. “Oh, I am at the Angler’s Retreat”. So Hazel had gone to the wrong pub, in the opposite direction. However, the Red Lion was not serving food, so it was James who made the double journey to join Hazel at the Angler’s Retreat. We both enjoyed an excellent pizza (Monday nights only), whilst overlooked by an African Grey parrot called Rosie.
When we were back on board we heard a knock on the boat. Sarah from a boat called Pug came to say she had closed our back door to stop her cat going inside our boat. She also suggested keeping the cats apart to avoid a fight, as she couldn’t afford the vets bills! We said we would keep Hugo in after 11pm. He had been out all afternoon anyway.
8 locks, 1 mile.
Tue 24th March
Marsworth - Slapton
We decided to keep Hugo in, and we moved the boat across to the facilities where we emptied cassettes and filled the water tank. The rest of the site has been sold to developers and there are homes being built where the old British Waterways depot used to be.
We moved on to the next bridge to get rid of rubbish in the bin provided. James kept the boat steady while Hazel went ashore – there are no rings or bollards here. A robin came to keep him company.
A wild visitor
It was a glorious spring day and there were lots of flowers everywhere. The first two locks at Marsworth were empty, so we had to fill them first. There was a large buzzard circling overhead, being mobbed by rooks.
At the swing bridge at Pitstone we had a good view of a mink, who was stalking some ducks. We know there are quite a number around, but we seldom see them, so it was thrill to spot this one, even though we have mixed feelings about them. They are the main reason why water voles are in decline.
Swing bridge (mink at bottom right)
Violets at Seabrook Locks
We moved on through the three Seabrook Locks, where there were violets in profusion. Again the locks were all against us. We met a boat coming the other way, and the first Ivinghoe lock was in our favour. The second one was not. There was a boat just coming in from the other direction. It turned out that he was going to Aylesbury. He also told us that there was a boat in front of us, which explained why the locks were all against us.
Between Horton and Slapton locks we looked for the Whipsnade lion carved in chalk on the side of the hill. We found it, but it was very indistinct. It probably has grass or weeds growing where it is usually white.
Leaving Slapton Lock, there was a boat waiting to come up, so finally we could leave a lock with the gates open. We moored soon after, and enjoyed a lovely sunny evening.
9 locks, 4 miles, 1 swing bridge.
Wed 25th March
We did not have so much to do today. The first lock, Church Lock was almost full, so we just had to top it up. A few years ago James went to visit the church adjacent to this lock, to find out the service times, only to find that it was now a private house, complete with gravestones in the garden.
The next lock was Grove Lock, and a boat had just left, leaving the gates open for us. As we approached Leighton Buzzard we spotted two muntjac deer in a meadow.
We moored up just South of the road bridge, and had lunch in the Swan, a Wetherspoons pub. Sadly they had no guest ciders.
We pottered round some shops, and bought a small pair of bellows before visiting Aldi and Tesco for a few bits.
We saw a beautiful mandarin duck on the way back to the boat.
In the evening we went out again, this time to the Black Lion, where we discovered they had a range of still ciders available. They had an arrangement where we could order six thirds of a pint. The verdict: Gwatkin Golden Valley Scrumpy from Herefordshire was excellent.
The cider wasn’t the reason we were there: It was the last Wednesday of the month, which means there was an acoustic session taking place. We don’t often co-incide with a monthly event like this so we were pleased to be there.
We were in the bar area, near the entrance door, and there was a lot of background chatter which made it difficult to project the words of songs. However, we ended up singing seven songs, and it was good fun. Four separate ladies with guitars, three separate guys with guitars, one fiddle player, and us.
2 locks, 3 miles
Thu 26th March
The forecast rain arrived in the small hours and continued off and on until lunchtime. We were able to catch up with a few emails and other admin chores. Our voices were somewhat strained after last night’s singing.
We had a quick lunch on board and Hazel had a last minute visit to Tesco while James filled the water tank and emptied a cassette.
Leighton Lock was against us and all was quiet on the waterway. We negotiated the tortuous route along the Ouzel valley, with high winds making progress slower than usual. We saw a green woodpecker at one point.
Half a mile from the three locks at Soulbury we met a boat going the other way, and they shouted “We’ve left the locks in your favour!” They had, but leakage from the bottom gates meant that they were only three quarter full, so they had to be topped up again. The three locks took us just on 30 minutes – not bad. The only other boat we saw moving all day was one which came into view at the bottom of the locks, turned round and went out of sight again.
The usual moorings at Stoke Hammond were fairly full with several dogs in evidence, so we moored a little further along, just past the site of the swing bridge. By then there was glorious sunshine, but still a high wind.
Unfortunately there was no phone signal, so we couldn’t make our promised call to Julie, Hazel’s Dad’s neighbour in Southampton.
4 locks, 4 miles
Fri 27th March
The day didn’t start very well. James got our of bed and almost fell over because the boat was tilting over at an angle. It seems that the water level had dropped in the night. Our bed is across the boat, so it was our feet that had been lowered. If our bed had been along the length of the boat one of us might have rolled out.
In addition to that, our fire had gone out, so before doing anything about the sloping boat, he had to get rid of the ash that had choked the fire, relay the coals and start it again. It was a chilly morning so this was a priority.
James unhitched the mooring lines and tried to push the boat out into deeper water. The bows went out, but the stern was stuck fast. A man with a dog went past and said the water levels often drop here.
Look no ropes
James walked to the next lock, and the pump was working, bringing water up from the pound below, gradually raising the water levels once more. He walked back to the boat and put it in reverse with a bit of welly, and thankfully the stern moved slowly out into deeper water.
Stoke Hammond Lock with back pumping
We travelled down to the lock where we tied up and had breakfast while we carefully filled the lock trying not to lower the pound again too quickly. While we there, two CRT maintenance men arrived, and they were wielding one of those tools like a bent garden fork to clear some weed from the sluices. They said it was called a drag, although further north they call it a keb. They also said that the last boat coming up the lock had left the top gates open, and the bottom gates leak, which is why the level had dropped.
A drag rake or keb
After this we had a lovely morning, with pleasant sunshine. We saw a red kite and heard a woodpecker as we made our way into Milton Keynes.
Fenny Stratford Lock was against us, so we had to fill it. It is not very deep – about 6 inches. We also had to swing the swing bridge open, and swing it shut again afterwards. As the road only goes to two buildings on the East side of the canal, why can we not just leave the bridge open for the many boats that pass this way each day, particularly in the summer? There are probably not more than four car journeys across each day.
Fenny Stratford Lock
There were no more locks and we had an easy cruise, mooring up at Campbell Park, within sight of Gulliver’s Land theme park.
We caught a bus into the centre, and had a further walk to Maplins to exchange a faulty part for our TV aerial. Very impressed with the can do attitude.
We bought an extra pillow in Range for Hazel. We noticed that everything ended in 99p; even items valued at several hundred pounds were e.g. £499.99 instead of £500. They must think their customers are stupid idiots if they think a penny will make a difference. The same applies to petrol prices at the pumps, which all end in .9 of a pence. If I were Prime Minister I would introduce a law to make pricing sensible. Bah! Humbug! A Victor Meldrew moment.
We walked a long way in the shopping centre and had a meal at Pizza Express (a work of art) before taking the bus back to Campbell Park.
The Pizza Express pizza
2 locks, 7 miles, 1 swing bridge.
Sat 28th March
We set off early this morning as there was rain forecast later and we wanted to be in Wolverton for church the next morning.
We had no locks to deal with, and the only brief stop was at Giffard Park to dispose of a bag of rubbish.
We moored shortly after the Grafton Street Aqueduct. A few minutes later the rain started. So we timed it well.
Tomorrow there is rain forecast for the whole day, so we are unlikely to move the boat. We plan to walk to King’s Church to see how they are getting on with their new location in the centre of the community.
0 locks, 5 miles