No blog yesterday. We spent the day in Burscough with Alan’s cousin Pauline, watching the royal wedding in the morning. At least Pauline and I were having a lovely time watching the wedding and discussing the outfits whilst Alan was trying to make contacts on his radio. He had applied for one of the special GR call signs issued for the wedding. He wasn’t that successful from their house but now has the radio set up on the boat, which is acting as a ground plane, and he’s having more success.
In the evening we went to The Hop Vine pub in Burscough for a meal. Apparently it has won Lancashire pub of the year. The beer is very well kept according to our resident expert and yesterday they had a hog roast in the evening as well as the normal pub meals. It was extremely full and after a day of celebrating and partying everyone seemed to be shrieking at full volume so it was a bit of a torment trying to have a conversation between the three of us and we were rather glad to leave. I wasn’t very impressed with my meal though Alan’s was OK. The fish & chips were had from the chippie down the road the previous evening were better. I guess it wasn’t the best circumstances to judge them by.
We woke this morning to another bright and sunny day but there’s a fiendish wind blowing. We were in the midst of a fishing competition with about 40 competitors stretched from the Burscough Junction up to Burscough Bridge so after a quick trip to Tesco we set off. We moored in Parbold for lunch and went for a walk in the town but were distracted by the worry that the boat would be adrift by the time we returned. We had thought of mooring in the nice open countryside below Appley Lock for Saturday night before going on to Wigan tomorrow. About 30 minutes after mooring up the Rose of Parbold charity boat went past quite close and too fast and the next thing when I looked out our bow was heading across the canal. I dived out and grabbed the centre rope but the wind was too strong and we couldn’t get it back to the towpath side until Alan pulled out the back stake and used the engine. By that time the DAB radio aerial attached to the front of the cratch had been dislodged by the offside trees. We are now moored once more with the stakes bashed in as hard as possible including a centre line. Every time a boat goes past I go out to check that we are still ok. The problem is that the ground is bone dry and the wind is pushing us away from the side. Let’s hope it drops this evening or who knows where we will be in the morning? It does make such a difference when boats slow down to pass: a pair breasted up have just past so slowly that I knew there were there by the sound rather than any motion. I rushed out again but this time to say thank you!
Today we did 4.86 Miles and 2 Swing Bridges
Statistics so far:-
2483.35 Miles, 1467 Locks, 133 Swing Bridges, 90 Lift Bridges, 43 Tunnels