Well, I am very grateful to everyone who rallied around to sort out my communication hiatus. Thank you all.
Here I am on The Caldon Canal with overcast skies but it is bright and dry.
First thing this morning, and we were moored at Eturia (historical bone Mill!) I like bones and sausages. Here there are ‘services’ my bearded one got me up at the crack of sparrows as he wished to attend to some kennel keeping duties.
This involved sneaking away from our moorings so as not to disturb sleeping crew on near by kennels and he had to skillfully turn my kennel around to facilitate these services. Not a quick operation in itself as it is 60 feet long and most of the canal is barely 30 feet wide and turning areas are not all to hand. This was all because he had to have access to the Port side of my kennel, we were facing the wrong way and those who have kennels like mine will understand).
The purpose of telling you all this bit of boring news is that this was all going on before most people were up and so my bearded one, on returning to our mooring, switched off my engine to be considerate, but it didn’t!
O dear me he said. Then he said sit – so I did at least I think that is what he said. More problems I thought but my bearded one with the help of another kennel owner managed to solve the problem and no there is no isolation switch on my kennel’s 35 hp diesel Lister engine!
After breakfast, on our way, once again ‘Bristoled’ our first obstacle was to ascended a two lock staircase which was quite tricky and exciting but took an age as there were kennels everywhere but we managed to get both mine and Mickey Jay on our way without wasting too much water and I had some fun with A new friend from the Jack Russel tribe.
The first part of The Caldon is a bit of a bore very ex-industrial – lots of new home building in progress sites but it suddenly becomes extremely rural, very beautiful and quite narrow in stretches as it meanders through hilly Pennine foothills. Progress is further hampered by a number of lift bridges. Road traffic has to be halted and the bridge raised for our kennels to pass. This gives one a great sense of authority and superiority!
An interesting event on our last bridge today, Micky Jay was lead kennel Barbie operating the lift mechanism and Mike driving through with my kennel – bearded one at the helm – immediately behind. Unfortunately, as Mike stepped ashore to secure Micky Jay on competing this maneuver, he had to hastily scramble back on board but not before both kennels returned backwards through the bridge hole! Which was fortunately still in a semi-open position. It would appear he had somehow left it in reverse and much to the amusement and consternation of the waiting traffic.
We settled down for the evening at the bottom of Stockton Brook flight and we had a delicious supper provided by the chef from the galley of Micky Jay.
My photos today, me on a football break, halftime and by the way I won and me in attendance at a lock waiting for assistance.