Blog fail! One month after some of the boating nothing has been written up.
As far as this day goes, there could have been a reason though!
I was on my own again, and although it may not sound much to experienced single handers, I knew I had to work through the locks at Hillmorton on my own. I reasoned that with twinned locks I could take my time, as there is always the pair to each lock that someone can use i they get impatient with me!
|First lock at Hillmorton|
After this I had two consecutive experiences I would have preferred to avoid, as I got into a queue of slow moving boats, with all the rest travelling ahead of me. After following one at a reasonable distance for some miles, he then waved me past at a less than suitable spot. As I was roughly alongside him, with not much clear waterway ahead, he put the power back on. I suggested if he wanted me to pass he should remain well slowed down and he said "yes, I understand", but shortly after slackening off, then speeded up again! I did get by but it was hairy.
Shortly after this another boat waved me past at somewhere even less suitable. I should have followed my instincts and not gone, but often if you don't go past when the boat in front offers, you are then not given a chance somewhere more appropriate. As I was going alongside I actually said something like "Thanks, but I'm a bit nervous of doing this, as the last boat didn't actually let me past". "No problem" says he, (or something similar), but then winds on the speed! At this point a boat comes round the corner towards us, and I have no option but to try and stop dead. Total mayhem ensued, and although there was no boat to boat contact, I was very grateful of "Sickle's power, but less grateful for the fact it is very hard to prevent the front end swinging to the left bank, if it is all applied at once! I made a mental note not to pass anyone else unless I was comfortable I could still outrun them if they did all the wrong things! I have to say this busy stretch of the Northern Oxford seems to attract more people with little idea of what they are doing than most other canals we visit.
After that it was fortunately incident free to Braunston, and I had been trying to liaise with Cath such that she would arrive there by car to pick me up at an appropriate time, as we planned to leave "Sickle" there briefly. I was quietly hoping that those who had waved me past, but not actually let me past, would not arrive anywhere nearby. My patience was a little exhausted by this stage, and I might have had further "words". However after a good feed at the Gongoozlers' Rest, I was prepared to put it down as one of those unfortunate boating days that hopefully only happens once in a blue moon!
Newbold to Braunston
Miles: 11.2, Locks: 3
Total Miles: 516.5, Locks: 255