5 miles during this period
Totals: 1482 Miles, 1198 Locks, 47 Tunnels, 24
How deceptive it can be when you only look at what is happening around and not further on.
We woke on Thursday to a glorious day – a bit cold with a slight breeze – but what the heck, it was sunny and dry.
Just a little bit of very thin ice on the canal surface – only 5 miles to Marple, so we thought we would leave early-ish and be able to moor up easily at the top of the Marple flight.
Mmm – it all started to go off script as soon as we cleared the linear moorings and rounded the bend – what is that strange noise – it couldn’t be the mill way over there – nope – it was the louder sound of ice crunching from the bow and along the sides – that’s not so good.
We persevered for about a mile and a bit before we decided that it might be better to moor up for a little while and let the sun do it’s work.
After about an hour and a half we (banjo and I) ventured out for a bit of a walk – it was still icy but definitely not as thick as earlier and this time we did go far enough to see ice-free water and also the bridge signifying that we were almost at Higher Poynton – where we wanted to fill the water tank.
So, the decision was made even before getting back to see the management – we would move up at least to the water point. By the time we were ready (less than 5 minutes) there was a boat moving our way from where we wanted to go – excellent – whatever ice had remained was no broken and a pathway available.
In less than 15 minutes we were filling with water – a slow water point it is – but very enjoyable – looking at the C&RT people doing some work on the mooring outside The Trading Post; a number of people wandering path, with a couple stopping for a bit of a chat and relating their life stories as tends to happen – having the Australian flag on the back and “Melbourne” on the back panel gives them a starting point and an understanding that we are not locals and therefore it was safe to tell us everything – don’t get me wrong these chats are very enjoyable from our side as well and we quite like hearing about their histories.
Little did we know that we would be in contact again.
Despite all of our thoughts about it, all moorings south of the junction were full – at least those where it was possible to get close to the side – the usual Macclesfield problem; so we had no choice but turn at the junction and head a little way along the Peak Forest and find a place where the plank would reach – just 200m down and we were fine – able to get close enough.
A couple of hours later we were joined by Dot and Gordon who had cruised all of the way from Macclesfield despite some heavy ice (they were fortunate to have a hire boat break through the worst of it for them). Good to have them back again.
They abandoned their aim to get to
|under the hood at the back the thermometer was|
showing the temperature at 35C - admittedly
it was in direct sun on a black container top -
summer is nearly here
“Is there another way back up to Marple?” they said
“Why oh yes” says the man in the bookshop. (It transpired later that this same person had neither visited the lakes nor had he walked out even part of the course he had given instructions about - we were in good hands with this)
With directions clearly stated we were off – up and down hill – via the Mellor Mill and the
|across the valley|
We were not long away from heading to the Ring O’Bells pub for a drink so suggested that they join us with Dot and Gordon.
It was a lovely evening chatting about all of the usual things that come up when a group of boaters get together – especially when two are new to the rest of us – but by the end of the evening (not too late) we had had a great time together.
|Dot, Meagan Gordon and Peter|
Their intentions are to head over the Leeds and Liverpool canal and we have know doubt that between here and Wigan we will be spending a bit more time together.
Looking forward to some more dinking and conversations.
Saturday was a much more quiet day and we did not do very much at all – but peace was to be disturbed in the early evening – a message from Paul and Elaine – they were moored just up from us and just attending to using the C&RT services – we really weren’t going to the pub tonight – oh well – these things are all meant to be changed at short notice; so once again the Ring O’Bells was the venue – numbers had swelled to 8 – but it was not too long a night and we were all back on our boats before 10 (or is that 11 with summer time included) – plans had been firmed up between the upper management of each boat – which means that I await my orders.