Buddy hasn’t adjusted to
the clock change yet and why should he as he doesn’t understand. He is still sound asleep at nine in the
morning so I have to wake him up to get him out. He doesn’t hassle me for his dinner at five
in the evening either. I wonder how long
this will last?
There are 45 steps leading
up from the road to where we are moored by the aqueduct. There is a convenient dog waste bin at the
bottom but Buddy doesn’t bother following me down when go. He just sits at the top thinking what a waste
of time and energy going down and up those steps.
Buddy waiting for my
return
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He also knows that’s where
Karen parks the car and as he hates car journeys he finds any excuse to keep
away from the car.
A duck is nesting in the
hedge by the towpath near our boat. This
really is a silly place to build a nest as a dog will get the duck and/or her
chicks one day. I have to keep Buddy on
his lead as we walk past as he is very alert and wants to get in there. Natural selection must favour the ducks that
build nests on the side opposite the towpath.
Wednesday was the day that
I decided to get water so I set off to find the first winding hole so I could
turn round and head for Wootton Wawen where there is a water point.
Starting to wind at the winding
hole just before Wilmcote
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After turning I went back
past where we are currently moored and headed over the aqueduct which is
actually the longest aqueduct in England.
There is only room for one boat to moor where we are and I left early to
get the best chance of the spot being free when we returned. If people are out cruising they tend to keep
going all day and moor up in the evening.
Mind you, if the spot had been taken then I knew there were spaces on
the other side of the aqueduct.
When canals run by railway
lines or main roads boaters often get tooted and waved at by passing train or lorry
drivers. Here is no exception – going over
the aqueduct a train went underneath at just the right time. The driver and I waved at each other and he
tooted.
As I approached Wootton
Wawen I passed the marina that is being built there. Unlike last week when Karen and I cruised
down together there were several people busily at work. Karen had been concerned that there was no
one working on the site on a weekday so she will be happy when I tell her all
is OK.
Just before Wootton Wawen
is a group of trees by the canal that have been dead for years and are slowly
breaking up. They look almost alien and
would be worthy of a skilled time lapse photographer. I think this every time we have passed them
over the years.
Clearly I am no skilled
photographer, time lapse or otherwise
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Ironically, as there has
been so little boat movement, there was a boat at the service point when I
arrived. The service point is at the
boat yard by a smaller road aqueduct and boats have to moor in the trough to
get services. I had to wait until the
boat moved off before I could get water.
Bright blue boat on the service point
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After filling up I had to
carry on to the next winding hole before winding and getting back to our
mooring spot which, as expected, was free.
By the way, for those non-boaters amongst you, the wind in ‘to wind a
boat’ or ‘winding hole’ is pronounced like the wind in winding a baby. For some reason though, Karen calls them
windy holes as in windy (bendy not windy) mountain roads.
So we travelled almost
five miles across four aqueducts, under seven bridges, through two locks and
winded twice just to get water.
We are nearly ½ mile from
the nearest lock but we can feel when it is being emptied as the boat rocks
slightly. I think that we can feel it so
far away because of the aqueduct which is quite a narrow channel and therefore the
effect of the extra water coming into the pound is dissipated over a longer
distance. Being on water, where sound
travels very well, we can actually hear people when they are operating the lock when we have the side hatches open. I think four boats have come down in the week
we have been here and I have felt and heard them all at the lock. All four have come back too; they seem to
spend a night at Wilmcote, no doubt with a trip to the Mary Arden Inn or the
Masons Arms, before returning to continue their holiday. Remember, they have to come back as the locks
are still closed between Wilmcote and Stratford.
The lock in the far
distance beyond the aqueduct – we can always tell if someone is coming down
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For the record, Wednesday
was another day of changeable weather and Buddy and I got soaked on our
afternoon walk.