I didn’t say yesterday why we set off so late for Brewood. Well as we came up to the junction to the Shroppie, we had a large rattling sound from the prop and then it went quiet. I thought that we must have ran over something and we continued into the lock but when I put the boat in reverse we got a large rattling noise. So the upshot of it was that we moored up a little earlier than planned. I had a quick look into the weed hatch but unfortunately the spectacular sunset meant very poor visibility, so as is my want I thought lets wait until the morning and I can sort it out then.
Come the morning the dreaded dead could be put off no longer so there I am in my normal position up to my upper arms in murk. I am sure that the last time I did this sort of thing I had no problem with accessing the prop, for some reason no matter where I positioned myself my arms were just not long enough, is this an age thing? Anyway with my trousers hooked on to the exhaust hook and my left leg carefully positioned around the grease gland feeder pipe I managed to get to the prop. After extracting the remains of a large black plastic bag I discovered the cause of the loud noise it was a very thick wire wrapped around the shaft, there was absolutely no way of cutting it with the tools that we had. So with some lateral thinking I decided to unwind it after all it was only two revolutions. Easier said than done, I did have several moments when I thought that maybe this was impossible but perseverance and a lump of wood with a slot in the end resulted in the successful removal of the offending article along with several layers of knuckle skin.
We have been quite fortunate as we travel around the system in the surprisingly small amount of debris that we have picked up on the prop.
Statistics so far:-
1020.86 Miles, 714 Locks, 74 Swing Bridges, 48 Lift Bridges, 7 Tunnels.