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Something for the weekend, Sir

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Went down to Darley last night and swept out all the inside of the hold.  Just as I had finished, I heard a distant ‘engine’ and looking down the cut towards the junction I could see Andrew and Andrea with Dove and Achilles on the water point.  Andrew walked up and said they were going to moor on the grass opposite Darley so I told him to bring them up and moor abreast Darley and Chris Shenton’s boat, which they did.
 (Photo Andrew & Andrea)
We sat chatting until it was almost dark before I went home.  Well it’s all coming together, finally.  All the inside of the hold is finished, side red oxided, bottom panels blacked and all the running gear has been given a coat of red oxide.
So now for the outside, bows and counter need painting, top cloth needs taking off and scrubbing to get rid of the winter messages from the pigeons that roost in the huge tree over the bows, outside cabin brasses need a damn good clean and all this needs to be done before Etruria in 3weeks time. Then yesterday Dawn gets a message inviting us down to Alvecote this Saturday to celebrate Matt’s birthday.  So it was decided to move Darley down there over the next three nights as it is about a 10 hour trip we can split this into three 3+hour trip each evening so tonight I moved her from our mooring at Great Haywood down to Crown bridge, passing Armitage Shank's wors in Armitage which always reminds me of the scene from the film 'The Bargee' where the boats pass the factory with all the girls hanging out the windows shouting "where's Hemmel".
Tommorow night we will take her somewhere around Huddlesford and then Friday to Alvecote for the celebrations.  Whoopee some boating at last.
Don’t bang ‘em about
Blossom.

Something for the weekend, Sir, part two

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I was working in Brum today, delivering a course to a group at an engineering company on the side of the ‘old thirteen’ just above lock twelve, needless to say when we stopped for lunch, I took a stroll up the canal for half an hour, sadly no boats on the move, but was still pleasant.  Anyway back to the blog,  the course had been organised to run from 9.30am to 4.30pm which would have meant that by the time I had finished and packed everything away it would have been near enough 5.00pm.  Now anybody who knows central Brum will know that by this time the traffic is solid and a crawl all up the motorway back to Cannock, and I wanted to be moving Darley.  So earlier in the week I spoke to the works manager and convinced him that the course would be far better starting when their shit starts which was 7.30 am.  This saw me finished, loaded up and leaving by 3.30pm, home by 4.30pm and, after waiting for Dawn to do us some pork cobs for our tea, we were down to Darley just turned five o’clock. We left Crown bridge by 5.30 and were on our way.  Despite a boat moored above Shade house lock pulling out right in front of us as we approached then taking forever working down the flight, we were still making the turn by 6.45pm. When once you have made the turn at Fradley you are on a really pretty but shitty stretch of cut.  The Coventry canal is badly in need of a good clean out and Darley dragged her arse along all the way to Huddlesford chucking up great bellows of rotted leaves, sticks and other vegetable matter.  We finally tied up under the railway bridge at Huddlesford at 8.30pm averaging 3mph overall.

Tomorrow evening, as soon as I finish work, I am off down to Darley for the last leg of this trip.  Because of cars and the need for Dawn to go to work on Saturday, she is not coming with me so a bit of single handing tomorrow and a night by myself on the boat, boo hoo (mind you I will be tied up at the Samuel Barlow pub at Alvecote Marina)  So I am really looking forward the tomorrow and the weekend.  I will let you know how it all goes when I return so till then, as always,
Don’t bang ‘em about
Blossom.

Etruria ere we go

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Well it’s been a right busy fortnight with lots of boating, lots of chatting and catching up and just a small amount of alcohol (he he).  On Saturday 19th, we drove down to Darley at Alvecote and put our things in the back cabin and then by 6.30pm retired to the Samuel Barlow for pre-birthday drinks with the crowd.  After an hour three boats set off from Alvecote in convoy to The Bull at Polesworth. David Goode took the lead with his newly acquired Josher Ling with Karen Parrott as crew, followed by Darley with Dawn and I as crew and with Matt Parrott being given the honour of steering (well it was his birthday)  The convoy was being supported from the rear by little Woolwich motor Auriga.  The drinks flowed, the fun began and everyone seemed to be having a great time especially Matt as he went through the various stages of excessive drinking.  First the happy stage where he was really enjoying the company, then the second stage as he ’loved’ everybody telling them but mainly Spuggy s repeating again and again “I love you Spuggy” while playfully slapping Spuggy round the cheeks.  Then the final stage, which was mainly played out in the gents where he just wanted to die!  Sunday morning saw some of us heading down to Dusty’s café for a mega breakfast.  Suitably refreshed we headed back to Alvecote where we were leaving Darley for the week.  A couple of evenings we drove down to Alvecote just to do a few jobs in preparation for the fourth coming rally season.  Friday after work, I was going to drive down to Darley and start back, but a midweek phone call off David Ray inviting us to his birthday on Friday night saw us driving up to the Junction Inn at Norbury for the festivities.  I volunteered to be driver and so drank coke all night, returning home about midnight and stopping off at the chippy for a supper of curry and chips.  With this consumed I put my stuff in the car and bade farewell to dawn and headed off down to Darley.  I arrived at Alvecote at about 1.30am and so was aware of the need to be quiet.  I had left the keys for Darley with Lawrence Williams at the weekend so he could fill her tanks up with diesel for me during the week.  As he needed to move Darley from outside the Barlow down to the yard where he would leave her, or so I thought.  I parked very quietly on the pub car park and walked back up the lane, across the canal bridge and back down the towpath on the opposite side to the yard.  When I got there, Darley was nowhere to be seen, Just a line of moored boats, so I proceeded to quietly pass about six moored boats and still no sign.  Strange I thought and wondered if he had put here in the yard or the marina and so I walked back up the cut back to the yard.  No she was not in the yard basin and I could not see her in the marina, but looking back down the canal, there she was, moored outside the pub where I had left her last week.  Bless you Lawrence he had filled her up and moved her back.  By 4.00am Saturday morning I was up and ready to go but it was not quite light enough until 4.30am when I fired up the Petter and was off.  By 10.30am I was making the turn at Fradley only to spend the next hour and a half to get above Shadehouse lock waiting for the numb nutts to bugger about with half paddles.  By 4.00pm on the Saturday afternoon I finally tied Darley back up at her mooring at Great Haywood after a 12 hour trip with about eight of those boating in absolute baking heat.  The factor 20 cream I had put on my head had meted completely and it looked and felt as if I had poured chip oil on my head!  Sunday I went down to Darley to sort out the cloths on the cratch.  As some of you will know I run Darley with the top cloths up from the deck board to the mast and under this Dawn has her little ‘galley’.  Since I bought Darley the side cloths have never been right at the bows all saggy and buckled and I thought it was because they needed tying up properly.  So on Sunday I set about this half hour job which ended up taking most of the day.  When once I had taken the top cloth off and put new strings on the side cloths I began to tie them back up but they were as saggy/buckled as before and on closer examination, it was due to the side cloths not being fitted correctly.  Side cloths, when tied up, should run straight from end to end along the top edge, in other words as the bows sweep up the cloths become narrower.  That is when they are fitted correctly, Darley’s followed the hull side at a parallel width and this is what was the problem.  So I untied them and then set about removing the strips fixing them to the gunnels.  After this I repositioned them and re-attached the strips.  With the side cloths now fitted correctly, I proceeded to wash them all down, including the top cloth.  With this done, I proceeded to fit the top cloths the finally the cotton rockets, which had been removed prior to the start of the winter. 

I have been down to Darley every night after work doing all the little jobs, cleaning, painting etc. in readiness for this coming weekend show at Etruria which both Dawn and I are really looking forward to. Well Darley is now ready and we will be travelling up on Thursday/Friday so if you see me on my way give me a wave, shout ‘how do’ but don’t bang ‘em about
Blossom 

A ROUND UP OF THE RALLIES

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Too much been going on over the last few months and have not been at home much to blog so here it is all in one over the next couple of nights.

1 WATER WATER EVERYWHERE AND HAD A LOT TO DRINK.
Once again we had a cracking time up at Etruria despite the weather, Which has put me in mind of the Stanley Holloway monologue “three ha’pence a foot”
Well it rained and it rained for a fortnight, The water rose hour by hour
Till the only dry land were at Blackpool, and that was on top of the tower
So Sam started swimming to Blackpool, it took him best part of a week
When he got there his clothes were wet through, and his boots had started to leak.
Straight after finishing work on Wednesday we got down to the moorings at about 6.00pm and headed straight off after loading all our bits and bobs.  A clear run saw us tying up just below Star lock by 9.30pm and sitting down for a drink with friends in the bar of the Star.  We did not have too much to drink for I wanted to make an early start the following morning, much to Dawn’s annoyance.  This was mainly due to the fact that when we went past Weston, Malcolm Braine was outside in his yard and in the passing conversation he said that there were already quite a few boats already at Etruria, so not wishing to end up moored away from the main site, I decided to make an early start, I told Dawn she could lie in if she wanted.  By 5.00am I was up and off through the Stone flight followed by the Meaford flight of locks, Dawn’s head appeared above the hatches as Darley rose in the lock from top coming out to help me through the last lock.  We pushed on through the day and the rain, to arrive at Etruria by late Thursday morning having squeezed under the low bridge at the bottom of Stoke by a couple of inches.  We winded and tied up next to Cactus just up from the museum entrance, brilliant.

 I don’t know what Malcolm was on about as we were the only two working boats there.  Over the next couple of days we were to be joined by many others making just short of 20 altogether including Darley, Cactus, Sweden, Tench, Ibex, Ilford, Elizabeth, Linsey, Keppel, Python, Victory, Swallow Scorpio, Skylark, Alton, Monarch, Whitby, Marquis.  The rest of the day we relaxed as by now the rain had mainly stopped and things were drying out, including me and Dawn.  Thursday night, as it was our wedding anniversary, I took Dawn out for a drink and a meal!  We walked down the road for 5 minutes to the Shoulder of Mutton in Sun Street (which Phyllis insisted on calling the Leg of Lamb!) which had only opened up that afternoon after being closed down 12 months ago.  They did not do meals but had put on a free buffet for their opening which was served just as we all got there and so Dawn and I, Henry and Phyllis Johnson and Johnny Brooks filled our plates and had ourselves a real good night with a DJ playing music and Karaoke and a pub full of characters and atmosphere. Friday was spent cleaning brasses, not, it poured down all day so all the inside brasses were polished and the outside brasses done in between the rain.  Friday night and it was all in the beer tent for fish and chips and a good old natter.  Saturday, and the first day of the show, saw us mainly in sunshine all day although I had some sport with unsuspecting members of the public and a water pistol!  The number of visitors for this show was down on previous years but I put that down to weather and the Queen’s Jubilee and lots of other things going on. Saturday evening and it was back to the beer tent for an Indian buffet and musical entertainment and singing from Jim Macdonald off Elizabeth.  Sunday and it rained and rained.  We joined the historic boat parade at 12.30 up to China Garden where everyone winded and returned to the rally site, except us as we carried straight on up to Middlewich.  The parade was led by Cactus and on the back end boards of Keppel was a look-a-like queen dressed in crimson robes and gold crown, regally waving as she passed.  In just over an hour we were arriving at Harecastle and as we pulled over to the tunnel moorings the BW chap came out and waved us on, perfect timing and we were off into the darkness.  By tea time we were tying up at Hasall Green after spending the day in pouring rain (apart from under Harecastle) and as Dawn said,  “we could not have got any wetter if we’d jumped in the cut!” washed, shaved, dressed in dry clothes we set off up the lane for a wonderful Sunday lunch carvery at the Romping Donkey.  It was closed, in fact it was half demolished, so starving hungry we made our way back to the boats.  When we got back to the boat, Dawn remembered that there was a ‘bistro’ called lock 57 down at the next lock so off we went again along the tow path.  Once again our hopes and appetites were dashed as this was closed for the bank holiday and so we trudged back along the towpath to the boat.  By this time we were once again wet and still hungry.  A rummage through the boxes under the cratch saw us sporting potatoes and a large tin of chilli and so it was gypsy chips and chilli for our meal and then in bed for 10.30pm.  Monday and we had a steady run down to Middlewich in reasonably fair weather until we got quite close and then the black clouds rolled in.

On arrival we just tied Darley up down on town wharf, loaded the car with boxes, dirty washing and dogs and headed off home.  We were leaving the boat at Middlewich for the week ready for next week’s Folk & Boats festival and tomorrow we are off to a Jubilee party with a Wild West theme so we will see what that brings, but until then
Don’t bang ‘em about
Blossom.

2 RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE AT MIDDLEWICH.(16-17 June)

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We arrived up at Middlewich and after loading dogs, food and clothes on the boat, we took the car to park it on retired boater, Fred Bunn’s drive for the weekend.  Back to the boat and a short walk to the Boars Head for the boaters evening which was crap!  No music/entertainment, and £5.00 for a small bowl of hot pot with rock hard potatoes and one thin slice off a French stick.  Everybody was moaning as it would have been better to have got fish and chips from the chippy and drank our own beers on one of the boats, still we know for next year.  Saturday and we arose to rain and yet more rain.  Couldn’t do the outside brasses, and there was not many about so sat in back cabin doing all the inside brass.

 Working boats tied down in the town for the show included: On the town wharf, Saturn, Thea, Darley, Alton, Cactus, Sweden and Tench. The other side of town bridge were Thaxted, Whitby and Elizabeth.  Saturday night we went up to the White bear for a beer with Henry & Phyllis Johnson.  It was absolutely packed and really noisy.  A group of musicians gathered and started jamming in the pub but it was that noisy you could not hear them.  After an hour we decided to leave and move on the Kings arms, now there’s a strange pub.  Basically there are two rooms with a server in between.  On the one side it is ultra modern, minimalistic and full of youngsters, while the other side it is quite retro and set in 1950’s sort of style with dark wooden panelling and lots of ornaments and populated by more senior clientele. We first of all went in the modern room and were immediately accosted by a loud young woman about 30ish who told Dawn & Phillis she “ wasn’t at work tomorrow and was getting hammered and that she wanted a man’s dick”  Phyllis told her to keep her eyes off me and Henry as we was with them to which she came up to us at the bar and pointed two fingers at her eyes and then at us and said “I’m watching you” on return to Phyllis & Dawn, a very attractive young girl in a mini skirt walked into the pub and this same woman said to Dawn, “If I’d got a dick I’d be taking her home”  When once we were served we moved round into the other room! 

After sat chatting for a while we were joined by Fred Bunn, Viv Scragg and Paul Barber and had quite a good night chatting, drinking and laughing.  Sunday started as a much better day with the sun shining in between a couple of light showers.  This resulted in a lot more public about and also allowed me to do all the outside brass.  We packed all our stuff up at tea time and headed back home leaving Darley at Middlewich for the week. So till then
Don’t bang ‘em about.
Blossom.

3 IT’S BEEN A HARD DAYS NIGHT.

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Friday (22.06.12), straight back from work and a few necessary item’s were chucked in a bag and as soon as Dawn got home we were off.  Taking both cars to Norbury and leaving mine there then Dawn took me up to Middlewich, arriving for about 7.00pm. Dropped down below the town bridge and winded before working up Middlewich three then the tight turn up onto the Wardle canal.  Dawn had walked up from the top lock after drawing for me, to set Wardle lock then she came back down onto the mainline to let me know it was OK for me to make the turn and that the lock was ready.  It was at this point that world war three nearly broke out as a boat, which had come down Kings lock tried to steal the lock Dawn had set for me, which of cause she very politely explained to them why the lock was set and the bottom gates open and that I was not just approaching the junction for fun! (Well in so many words!) The boat was persuaded to reverse back out and so I made the turn and up through Wardle lock where Dawn bade her farewells and set off back to the car and home.  It was cold wet and grey as I set off along the Middlewich cut but I knew I just had to keep going.  11.15 saw me tying up above Minshull lock for the night.  Cold wet and hungry I just dived into bed with crusty cheese and onion cobs and crips.  Next morning I was off at 6.00am on a much brighter day with it being quite sunny and warm. By dinner time I was tying up outside the Shroppie Fly and spent the afternoon pumping all the rain water out the hold and polishing the outside brasses until dawn arrived at about 6.00pm.  After a quick wash and change we were sat in the Shroppie Fly tucking into surf & turf and a mixed grill to be swilled down by several pints of Guinness and unexpectedly entertained by a cracking rock band called Spyder who got the pub jumping.  Sunday saw us make a lazy start after breakfast as we only had about an 8 hour run to Norbury.  All went well up the rest of the Audlem flight, and also the flights at Adderley and Tyrley we did not have any problems at all until we hit Shebdon when, in the distance, I spotted the unmistakeable silhouette of a line of happy smiling fishermen as far as the eye can see.  Now before any one joins in to bash the fisherman let me clearly state that I was once an avid match fisherman and spent all my weekends match fishing on the west midlands canals so I can speak with authority from both camps.  Not all fishermen are miserable – not all boaters are courteous and I know if I go through on tick over down the centre it does not disturb the fish on the far shelf.  That said it doesn’t stop some fishermen being miserable faced as you pass, blaming their inability to catch fish on the passing boat! All the fish in the canal have always known boats going past from the day they were born.  On the other hand as a fisherman I have known boats go through a match flat out, not slowing at all and their resultant wash pulling nets out and just creating bad feeling.  What I do enjoy is when I see glum faces that I know from my days on the match circuit that won’t even look at the passing boat or steerer, and as I pass I shout hello ‘so and so’ is the look of surprise and a sense of bewilderment as to whether to reply.  What I hadn’t realised though was that this was not just some club match but a summer League with about 200 competitors and it went on forever.  We eventually tied up at Norbury on the afternoon and after packing everything away and having a chat with ex-boater Henry Hollinshead we headed off for home and a nice Chinese takeaway for our tea.  Our next jaunt is up to Audlem for the transport weekend so till then
Don’t bang ‘em about.
Blossom. 

4 AUDLEM BOUND.

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Left the boat at Norbury for the next few weeks and just popped up each weekend to do a few jobs and have the occasional drink with friends.
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Such as on Saturday 30th Darley, Tench and Canis Major headed off up to the Anchor for the night where we were entertained by Dave Ray on accordion, Mal Edwards and Barny Ball on guitars and a good old fashioned night was had.
The following Saturday we moved Darley up to the old Cadbury factory at Knighton and arranged to meet Dave Ray in the Habberdashers Arms, just half a mile walk from the canal (your ‘avvin a laugh Dave!)
The 'Dashers' as it is known, is a fascinating unspoilt country pub which boasts a collection of over 50 old oil lamps and on some nights they switch off the electrics and have the pub iluminated by oil lamps only.

  The following day (8.07.12) we set off on the short journey to Audlem for the following weekend’s Transport festival.  We tied up on the offside opposite Audlem Mill then loaded our bits and pieces in the car and headed home.  By the Thursday we were back on the boat at Audlem and were most disappointed to find out that Henry and Phyllis were not going to make it as Cactus had broke down and been took back to Weston.  First thing we did was to take Darley down to wind below the bottom lock.  On returning we breasted up on the outside of Whitby as the offside towpath was very muddy where we had been tied.  Friday night a whole crowd of us booked in at The Bridge for Friday Night fish and chips and had a pleasant evening chatting.  Saturday was spent cleaning brasses , inside and out, the Saturday evening we had a skittles completion.  We had bought a set of wooden garden skittles some time ago and never used them so I laid the top planks along the centre of the hold against the stands/mast and set up a skittles alley.  And so Dawn & I, Cornish Mick and Julie, Chris Shenton and Johnny Brookes set about having a good time.  Due to the shuts not all being perfectly level, occasionally a wooden ball would launch itself and become airborne. Cornish Mick took one of Dawn’s large sauce pans and put it on his head for protection.

 Sunday, we wandered into the town and visited the chippy then sat on the grass banks surrounding the field being used for the vehicle parade of about 200 vehicles.  The rain held off for most of the day with odd showers in between so overall the week end was a good one.  On the Sunday tea time we left Audlem and made our way to the top of the flight assisted by a waterways volunteer then carried on up Adderley and ending up tying up at about 10.00pm at Market Drayton, only to find that by the time we had a quick wash and change, the pub was shut at 10.30pm. so an early night was on the cards.  The following day(31.07.12) we got as far as Radford bank and a carvery at the pub of the same name then on the Tuesday we finally got back to our moorings at Great Haywood.  As we were tidying up Darley and loading the car, a scaffold wagon arrived with over 100 old scaffold boards for me to replace Darleys the mooring, but thats another story, so till then,
Don’t bang ‘em about.
Blossom.

5 ALL SHIP SHAPE AND DARLEY FASHION.

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As I stated on the last blog, on return from Audlem, we were greeted by a scaffold wagon delivering 100 short used scaffold boards for Darleys decking.  Over the next couple of nights after work and the following weekend these were all cut and laid, with the assistance of Chris Shenton, so now Darley has a new mooring onto which it is safe to walk and even jump off the bows without the fear of going through.

 The next thing we did was to dredge the mooring as in the space of a couple of months while we had been out on Darley, it had filled up with mud etc.  The boat on the mooring in front had gone out for the day, so with Dawn on the bank and me on Darley we moved her half way down the mooring and secured her as close as we could then by use of the wash from the engine and continually going from ahead to astern, we gradually washed all the mud away until we could get her right in the side and up against the boards..
We were very luck with that tyre shown in the photo.  It was underneath the boards when we laid them but the wash from the prop must have dislodged it and it came out from under the boards and went straight under the counter before I had chance to knock it out of gear but luckily, the blade of the prop hit it and sent it back out and we were able to fish it out.  It’s a little ironic in doing this as when Darley was owned by Alfred Matty & Sons, in the 1970-80s, they cut her bow off behind the mast and fitted a ‘punt’ front, installed a JCB type arm and re-named her Will Newton to use her as a dredger.  It was never a great success as she was very unstable and rolled about when the arm was slewed across.  Now we can get Darley right in to the side.  Mind you we are off out again in a short while and I suppose it will fill up again while we are out, but hey ho, so till then
Don’t bang ‘em about.

Blossom

6 WATER WATER EVERYWHERE, AGAIN!

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(22.08.12) Saturday morning and I went up to Darley and titivated  before setting off on the eventless journey to home.

I tied Darley up opposite and locked her up and walked round to the house to collect boxes and bags ready for the next two weeks on the boat.  Dawn arrived from work and we set off about 5.00pm.  A couple of hours later we were dropping down middle lock at Fradley where we were greeted by Andrew & Andrea off Dove and an evening was arranged in the Swan. We were later joined by Roger & Teresa and Martin fuller.  Sunday we arrived at Glascote 2 with only three boats in front however it was still an hour before we reached the top. I hate the section from Fradley to bottom of Glascote as its shallow, full of crap and with lots of turns and narrow sections where people choose to moor.  We arrived at Alvecote by mid-day and turned into the marina and moored on an empty pontoon ready for the weekend’s fun, and oh boy was there to be some fun.

Later that afternoon some a friend of ours, Liz Rees, walked by carrying a wig which needless to say I could not resist the temptation as I have always fancied being a blond.  Too many people said it suited me for me to feel comfortable although it did come out again in the pub on the Saturday night

The Friday night saw us all being entertained by an irish folk band called Finnegans Wake and very good they were too.  On return to Darley we discovered that Mike Askey off Victoria had made the mistake of inviting Tom and James off coal boat Archimedes back for a drink along with Hairy Neil, Ian Blakelock-Rae and Mikey’s girlfriend Michelle and J’s dog. When we got back to Darley we realised that we were not going to get any sleep for a while so, grabbing Guinness and wine we joined them. We stood on the counter but the rest were inside and by the time they had finished Mikey’s back cabin was a mess.  They lit his camper grill, cooked a whole pack of bacon and a loaf of bread, ate a box of apple pies, ate a box of cocoa pops and a box of weetabix minis.  What they hadn’t eaten was on the cabin floor.  At Audlem, we had bought some small water pistols to fire at Scruff, the new dog, to stop him yapping everytime Dawn got off the boat.  Needless to say they did get used to shoot other boat owners etc. as well.  Karen Parrot had threatened to get us back at Alvecote, so, in readiness, Dawn had bought a very large super soaker which was stolen off us by James and Tom off coal boat Archimedes as we passed each other on the boat parade.  They proceeded to soak Andrew off Dove as they passed them returning on the parade. The things got a little wet with olk filling buckets and handbowls with water to throw, all in good fun though.

When Andrew got back to the marina he grabbed a galvanised bucket and hid behind a moored boat down by the lay by where returning boats winded.  As Archimedes returned he jumped onto the cabin top a threw a full bucket of water over them, followed by a further three buckets full.  This was countered by Tom setting off a powder extinguisher all over Andrew.  Great fun but it was not over yet!  Saturday night saw us all being entertained in the Samuel Barlow pub by ‘Signy’s’ band until the early hours.  Tom & J were still enjoying themselves when Andrew & Andrea left where he proceeded to untie Archimedes and push her out into the middle of the marina before retiring to bed.  When J & Tom returned they simply slept on two other boats leaving theirs drifting till morning.  Andrew on the other hand arose and shafted Dove back to her mooring then went back to sleep.  At about 3.30am J got up and repeated the prank, pushing dove out into the marina.   At dinnertime on the Sunday every body was making their way up to the Barlow to hear the result of the Les Lapworth Award presented for the best turned out working boat voted for by all historic working boat owners in attendance, and presented by his widow Alice. When the time came it was announced that “ the winner of the Les Lapworth award is” ---------------------------Darley.  You could have knocked me over with a feather.

 I went up the stairs to the balcony to be presented with the trophy by Alice then asked to say a few words which I will say again here, I don’t keep Darley the way I do to win any awards, it’s just the only way I have been taught and know, but it was good!  In all I think there was 55 historic/working boats attended and another great do was put on by Malcolm and the Alvecote tribe so once again many, many thanks, and till next time, don’t bang ‘em about.
Blossom
PS I will need to come up with something special for next years do!

7 SLUDGEY SHACKERSTONE

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1st-2nd.Sept Not a lot to say about Shackerstone really apart from the crawl up the muddy Moira cut.  It was getting dark as we made the turn at Marston Junction but I carried on until it was getting too hairy.  As both sides of the cut are edged with tall reeds it is difficult to tell by headlight which way the cut turns in the distance so by the time we got between bridges 11 and 12 I just pulled Darley over on to the mud and that’s where we stopped for the night.  We carried on the next morning at 8.00am and soon arrived at Shackerstone where we tied in our usual spot  between the aqueduct and the village bridge, and later Paul and Viv joined us on Whitby by the Friday.

The usual steam train ride, beer in the beer tent, evenings in the Rising Sun, daytime walking round the stalls and watching the sheep racing and duck herding.

After Shackerston we decided that instead of returning Darley to Great Haywood, as we had originally planned, we would leave her at Alvecote for the week and go up to windmill End by the back route up the B’ham & Fazeley.  On the way back down the Moira cut, Just as we approached the water point at limekiln bridge, we picked up a right blade full which stopped the engine dead.  I drifted in to the bank and proceeded to poke about under the counter to discover a huge raft of reeds.  After 10mins further prodding we were off again heading off to Alvecote where we had left my car the week before, so with washing and dogs loaded we left darley and were off home for a hot shower and food.  Well after a week on the Moira we hadn't so much banged 'em about, more like squelched, slid, dredged 'em about!

Blossom

8 WINDMILL END

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(12-14 Sept) Went down to Alvecote on the Wednesday evening and had a night in the Bulls Head, Polesworth with Lawrence Williams.  Headed off at about 9.00am the next morning and were soon making the turn at Fazeley Junction and a little bit later stopping momentarily for a photo shoot at Dawn's favourite 'Folly Bridge'.

 We pushed on up Curdworth and Minworth and were having a really good run until we reached Aston (The lousey ‘leven).  Once again the bottom pounds were all down, as they had been a couple of weeks ago when Martin got stuck with Kestrel.  We pulled out of lock 10 and bumped over the cill as we came out with the pound about 18” down.  We rock and rolled all up the pound bouncing from one pile of bricks to another and got to within a boats length of lock 9 and that was it, we were solid.  I managed to push the bows over to the towpath and jump off to run some water down.  I told Dawn to feel for any movement and then put the power on.  It was about half hour later when the boat started to move and finally go into the lock.  This now meant we were suffering with lack of water up the rest of the flight.  By the time we got to the top of the flight and Aston Junction it was starting to get dark.  Dawn did not want to tie here so we decided to push on up the Old Thirteen and tie at old turn, which we did at about 10.30pm.  As we were coming up the flight we started to have a few problems with the headlight.  Every time I nudged the top cill with the bows, it went out or flickered.  I tried the usual of tapping the headlight or moving the wires about but it had no affect but when the boat bumped again it came back on and so we came up the flight with the light going off and coming on all the way up.  We headed off the next morning, and after the problems of the Aston pounds we had a great trip round the old Main Line

up Smethwick and round through Oldbury where ther’s plenty of water, flew through Netherton tunnel again, which I have said before on my blog, I love going through here, wide, deep and flat out!

On arrival at Windmill End we moored in our usual spot on the tunnel pound.  I went over to the ‘harbourmaster’ to check we were in the right mooring, then returned to Darley and cleaned all the brasses.  As always a very enjoyable show with plenty of public about, talking about the boat, good selection of ales in the beer tent with entertainment both Friday and Saturday night.  My only comment about this show is the fact that the working boats are spread all over the place, unlike many other shows where they keep them all together.  Left Windmill End on the Sunday afternoon and ran back round to the Black Country Museum accompanied by Chris Shenton, who we were giving a lift back home after we had moored at Tipton.

Our little diversion round to the museum was to empty toilets, rubbish and fill cans with water then back to the secure moorings at Tipton ready for next weeks show, and till then,
don't bang 'em about.

Blossom

9 TRIALS & TRIBULATIONS AT TIPTON.

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(23-24 Sept)Always have a good week end at this show, I think it’s something to do with the people there, being back home so to speak, and a weekend of folks spaykin proppa.  When we left Darley there last week she was tied against the bank but when we got down to her the following weekend she had been moved and was tied outside another boat that was fully clothed up, which made it very difficult if not impossible to get the dogs on and off and even though we asked the owner to fold the last 2 foot of his cloths back to let us cross the back end boards he refused so the choice we had was to have both the dogs inside the back cabin all day and night for the whole weekend or find somewhere else to moor.  I was all for leaving but were persuaded by Chris Shenton and Joe Holinshead and so we moved and tied on the outside of the two tugs alongside their tug decks and spent the weekend shuffling back and forth each time we wanted to get the dogs out of the hold or into the back cabin at night.

The show at Tipton is spread over two sites a short walk apart and separated by Owen street bridge with some of the boats moored on the off side in front of Coronation Gardens and the other half moored on both sides of the canal opposite the Neptune Health Centre.  A trip boat is operated from the towpath side taking passengers on a 30 minute trip. 

Spent the Friday night in the Fountain Inn having a good chin wag and drinks with friends.  Saturday morning and we arose to quite a pleasant day so I set about cleaning the brasses and Dawn cooked breakfast after which we went for a walk around the site and looked at all the stalls and stands.  On the Saturday night we had a drink and a lovely meal in The Fountain Inn with Henry and Phyllis Johnson. Sunday morning saw a change in the weather and the rain kept the crowds away.  We had breakfast in the medical centre then returned to the boats to start to pack things away and head off for home as we were leaving the boat moored here at Tipton ready for next weeks gathering at Park Head.

Blossom

10 HORSING AROUND AT PARK HEAD.

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(29-30Sept) Arrived home straight after work on the Wednesday, loaded car, and were off.  After unloading everything into the boat we walked down to the Victoria chippy in Owen street, Tipton (highly recommended) for a fresh roe and chips which we ate on the tables outside The Fountain before entering for a couple of pints before going to bed.

Off at 8.00am next morning for the trip round to Park Head. Once again we flew through the tunnel and then you hit it.  From Windmill End round to Park head though Blackbrook, where BWB used to have a dredging tip and so used to be quite deep, was a nightmare.  Every bridge ‘ole had it’s resident ‘washing machine’ and every few hundred yards meant chucking it astern to throw the plastic bags off the blades as well as the encroaching weed beds reducing the cut down to a single boats width.  Speaking to Vic Smallshire the previous week at Tipton show, we had been informed that we were to be moored in Jack’s arm.  For those of you who do not know the area, jack’s arm is a short arm that leads off Park Head Junction at the bottom of the locks.  There were three good reasons why we were not going to moor there, we would have left and gone home first. We have tied across Jack’s arm previously and it is infested with rats the size of cats! Which last time spent all night running across the boats. Secondly, for us to get off the boat meant crossing the gates of the bottom lock, not a problem for Dawn and I but there is no way we could get Bruce the Labrador across lock gates.  Could carry Scruff but Bruce weighs 8 stone.  The third and final reason was that we are very proud of Darley and we take her to shows for the public to see and to interact with them.  The show was in the tunnel pound above the 3 Park Head locks and there was no way the public were going to come all the way down the flight thencross the gates at the bottom lock then across to jack’s arm to see the boat.  On arrival I made the turn in the basin and entered the bottom lock.  As Darley came up in the lock we were greeted by old friends Cliff and Barbara Sherwood who I have known for nearly fifty years.  They were the assistant harbour masters for this weekends show and said I could moor on the towpath in the first pound as long as when the horse boat was performing we pushed over and tied on the offside next to their boat Bellatrix.

Perfect no problems with that, ideal spot to watch the hose boat go up and down. Friday tea time we had arranged to have a communal tea and so Chris Shenton, Ex boaters Johnny brooks, Henry & Phyllis Johnson and Dawn & I all assembled on Chris Shenton’s boat for tea which consisted of a gypsy stew and noggins of crusty bread which I had cooked in the week at home.  The Friday night was spent in the beer tent with Henry & Phyllis being entertained by two singers on acoustic guitars who were good and drinking Banks draft mild, the best was yet to come though with the Saturday entertainment being provided by Dr Busker & The Steam Fair Choir who are brilliant.  The more the evening went on, the bluer the band got. On the Saturday morning, at about 11.00am we pushed Darley over to the opposite side of the canal and tied next to Bellatrix. I then stood in the hatches to watch the fun.  On the Friday afternoon the horse had been walked up and down from the top basin to the bottom, several times to get it ‘used to the road’ and so at the due time it was hitched up to the ex-GWR railway boat ready to, as the tannoy announced, “show the public how it used to be done”.

After the starting photo shoot everyone was cleared from the towpath and the horse leaned on the line.  Well what a joke- the mast pulled out and lay flat across the bows, the boat rubbed the guard iron all up the pound and then as the horse finally eased off the steerer got the boat very badly cross winded in the lock mouth.  I don’t profess to know a lot about ‘oss boatin, except what I had learnt as a youth with Caggy Stevens, but this was a fiasco and totally wrong.  Overall it was a really good show with over eighty boats in attendance and on top of that the weather was very kind.

On the Sunday afternoon we dropped back down the bottom lock into the basin and were off round to Tipton for a night in the Pie factory with Henry & Phyllis, Chaddy (Kevin Chadwick) and Ann.John Blunn & Mavis. As we entered Netherton, I got ready for my usual charge through.  When I got 100yards into the tunnel, I thought ‘that headlight ain’t very bright’ that was because it was not working.  I chucked Darley aster and came back out to investigate.  Tried everything I knew to no avail, so I cut the cable just in front of the engine ‘ole bulkhead.  When the wires were flicked together there was a spark so I knew there was power to there.  I remover the plug off the headlight and tried it on the short cable where I had cut it, it worked and so I fixed the headlight onto the back end rail with electrical tape and headed into the darkness.  It was really bright and I could see every brick by the cabin but in front of the bow was pitch black!  Monday saw us all leaving Tipton at about 9.00am and heading off down ‘Ampton locks by about 11.00am John Blunn lead the way followed by us then Henry and bringing up the rear was Chaddy, with all of us drawing for each other.  We were making excellent time down the flight and would have been down in under three hours if we had not caught up with a Vikings Adrift half way down the flight who were that painfully slow that Mavis, who’s in her eighties, ended up drawing for them as well.  We got to the bottom lock and all said our farewells to John and Mavis as they were going back up the Shroppie while we were off on up the Stour cut. As we approached Gailey lock, a hire boat was just entering in front of us.  I dropped dawn off on the lock landings and she walked down.  On peering down into the now emptying lock, was told by the elderly gentlemen on the descending boat, “I used to work them forty years ago” pointing to Darley.  “Oh you might know the couple on the boat following us as they used to work the cut”  By this time Phyllis had arrived at the lockside and shouted down “hello George, hello Gladys.  Sure enough Henry and Phyllis knew them. George and Gladys Carter (nee Lapworth) used to work London boats(Grand union) and they knew Darley when she was on the Guinness with George Radford.  Quick arrangements were made and all three boats carried on together and we all tied up at The cross Keys for a meal and a pint or two.  The evening passed with many boatman tales being swopped like the day George’s brother fell in the cut and jumped out that quick he never even got his vest wet!  What a lovely couple they were, both in their eighties and still boating with their daughter and son.  A 9.00am start the next morning saw us back at the mooring and tied up as Henry & Phyllis passed by on their way back to their mooring at Weston.  All in all a really enjoyable few weeks and we never –
Banged ‘em about once
Blossom

11. THE FOGGY FOGGY DEW.

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This last week end we had a lovely gentle time travelling up to Stone.  On Friday we took both cars up to Stone and left my car there then gave Paul Barber a lift to Alvecote where Whitby was Saturday we left Great Haywood at 5.00pm after Dawn had finished work and tied up for the night at Weston.  After about an hour Whitby turned up and breasted up to us.  We all then retired to the Saracens Head for a nice meal and a drink. On returning to Darley Dawn took the dogs for their last walk while I put the bed down.  When she got back, Scruff decided to fall between the towpath and the counter.  The next ten minutes were spent rubbing him down with towels, having a curly/fluffy coat he dries quite easily though.  At about 6.00 the next morning, Scruff jumped up on the cross bed on top of Dawn and started to paw at the duvet. Dawn shouted at him to stop but instead he had an accident and pooed on her side, problem was he was very loose.  Needless to say within minutes we were up, dressed and the duvet had been stripped and black bagged in the hold ready to bring home for washing.  Whether it was something he ate or the dunking in cold cut water that had upset his stomach we don’t know.  The morning was quite cold and a very thick fog/mist shrouded the canal and we decided to wait until it cleared a bit

And so we proceeded with a jointly cooked breakfast of sausage, bacon, mushrooms, beans, cheesy mash followed by a late start by which time the earlier thick fog had cleared and been burnt off by the early morning sunshine and we had a pleasant trip in the sun shine up to stone.  British Waterways (I know it’s CRT, but it will always be British Waterways to me!) had finally finished the lock landings at Aston lock and very nice it looks to, except it’s no use nor ornament to working boats as you can’t get within about two foot of the bank, as I pulled in as there was a boat coming down, and graunch as Darley heeled over on the hard rocky bottom.  I just sat here and waited until the descending boat raised the paddles and used the flush to free her, well done CRT.

By the early afternoon we were heading up the stone locks and tied up opposite Roger Fullers yard.  A leisurely stroll back down the canal to the star where we had Sunday roast accompanied with a couple of pints and then back to the boats to pack everything away ready for driving home.  Well there you are, just one more week end away, ‘till next time
Don’t bang ‘em about
Blossom.

12. FUN AT THAT FULLER DO

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Well that’s it; all the shows of the year are over for us and now only the Winter to look forward to.  Got plenty of maintenance jobs to be getting on with though as well as quite a few jobs painting things with flowers and landscapes (roses & castles) for friends.  On getting home from work on the Thursday, we loaded the car and set off up to Stone for the end of season bonfire and hog roast courtesy of Roger and Teresa Fuller.  This weekend is made up of a collection of relations and close friends of the family with like minds in a lot of cases, working boats, steam engines, trains or just plain bonkers.  Some take their working boats to stay on while others are in camper vans and caravans and some just travel up by car for the day without stopping overnight.  Secured the dogs in the back cabin, stowed the food and clothes etc. then headed off down to The Star.  It was only drizzling as we set off but it got gradually worse as we walked on so that by the time we got to The Star it was absolutely hammering down and we were both soaked.  Drinks, meals and pudding then more drinks.  I can personally recommend The Star for the licensee Jamie & Lindsey keep an excellent house, the beers are kept perfect (real ales and fizzies), and the food is delicious and reasonable prices.  We sat chatting and still the rain hammered down.  At about 10.30pm Dawn said she was going to order a taxi back but the gaffer said “if you wait till I’ve finished, I’ll take you back”  and so he did, back up to the boat.  Next morning rose and did the brasses and blacked the range, after which we drove down to Aldi for a few essentials.  By 1.00pm Paul and Viv had arrived on Whitby and the rest of Friday afternoon was spent chatting, cleaning, polishing etc. apart from when Danny the horse arrived towing Ilford.

 On Wednesday evening, at home I had made a gypsy stew and we had been cooking it all day on the range and so by 6.00pm it was ready and Paul, Viv, Dawn & I all piled into Darley’s back cabin for a feast fit for a king (and a couple of Princesses).  By 7.00pm we all set off up to the other pub close by, The Talbot where a warm welcome was made.  By 10.00pm the pub was full with a lot of the people from the Fuller Do and the chat was mainly canal related.  Half way through the night, Sue, someone to do with the steam engines that were coming was talking about brass and Andy, off Dove, told her, unbeknown to me that I loved polishing brass.  A little later she came over to me and said “are you Blossom” “Yes” I answered. “I hear you like brass” she asked “yes I do”  “How do you fancy coming over in the morning and help clean the brass on the steam engine”  “Yes OK then” was the alcohol fuelled reply.  We ordered our last drink about 12.30pm and by 1.00am we were tottering off back to the boats a little worse for wear in some cases.  We were sound asleep when, at 9.00am the boat began to rock and we were treated to bacon, egg and mushroom sarnies.  After breakfast I gave Darley’s brasses a clean and then walked over to the boatyard with me tin of brasso and polishing cloths.  In the yard I was confronted by a 1917 steam tractor, a steam roller and a showman’s engine as well as a half size steam roller.  Sue spotted me and introduced me to the boys, Roger and Jack telling them I was the person who had volunteered to polish the showman’s engine.  The next two hours were spent polishing any brass that was cool enough to polish interspersed with long stares at the three beasts gently, effortlessly turning over and the smell of steam, coal and hot oil.  I could quite easily be persuaded to take on one of these mighty gentle giants, that is until Roger explained the value of such engines starting at about £150k!  It was not until the evening, when they were all lit up with the lights of the showman’s engine,

that I looked up and saw sign written along the top edge of the steam roller were the words F DIBNAH – STEEPLEJACK -BOLTON that I turned to Andy Hoyle and said "is that Fred Dibnah's steam roller then" his reply was, " that's Freds ex wife and his two sons youv'e been talking to all weekend!".

The week end was again a total success made up of the steam engines being in steam, a parade of working boats, demonstration of timber saws, train rides, bonfire, hog roast and of cause alcohol and chatting.  Finally a couple of things worthy of a mention.  Anyone who knows Andrew Hoyle, knows he’s a bit of a lad and always looking for practical jokes.  On the Saturday, he left his bicycle unattended so a couple of us raised it up and hid it on top of the crane.

While on the boat parade he removed the Pigeon box and exhaust pipe off Ibex.  Him and Andrea were travelling round on the train and Dawn and Viv tried to soak them with the hose pipe, but they twigged their plot and got off the train at the other end of the boatyard, later Dawn and Viv got onto the pump truck and as they were going round, Andrew filled a bucket with sawdust and climbed the signal frame and as they passed underneath emptied the whole lot over them, much to the amusement of the crowd.  Overall, the party was a fitting end to a season of boating and shows but, for now, until next time that’s it.  Oh and don’t forget.
Don’t bang ‘em about.
Blossom

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A WINTERS TALE.

Brrrr the Winter is starting to bite, and that is not helped by having no coal due to someone on a newly set up coal boat forgetting to deliver the coal that we ordered off him last weekend at ‘that fuller do’!  We had left the boat tied up opposite Roger fullers boatyard last weekend and so after work on Friday, we loaded our things into my car and headed off, dropping Dawn’s car off at the moorings for when we get back.  Unloaded everything into Darley then fired the Petter up ready to move her down below the locks.  Just as we were heading off, Paul & Viv arrived and did the same with Whitby.  With both boats safely down the flight and breasted up below the bottom lock it was time to retire to The Star where we were joined by captain pugwash and Roger & Teresa Fuller for a few drinks and a gorgeous stew cooked for us by Jamie and Linsey (the gaffers)

Next morning Paul & Viv were off by 6.30 am, we had a much later start as we only had 4 hours boating in front of us, so we did not set off until about 9.00 am and by half one we were tying up at our mooring.  Dawn went off to to work just to check on the girls and I started loading things in boxes ready to take them off the boat for the Winter.  To help keep the rain and snow out over the winter months while at Great Haywood, I started to cloth Darley up.

When Dawn turned back up, she helped me and we got the side cloths up for now as I will go down this weekend and finish off with the top cloths,  that’s given me an idea for another blog, so till then,
Don’t bang ‘em about
Blossom. 

CLOTHING UP A NARROWBOAT

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As I said in yesterday’s blog, clothing up Darley for the Winter made me think I should write a blog on how to cloth up a working boat, so here it is.
 Before I even start, and before anybody contradicts what I write, I will point out that there is not just one way to cloth up a working boat as boatmen often had their own little ways that were individual so what follows is the way I was taught.  Right first things first and before we can even consider clothing up a working boat, a good understanding of the various bits and pieces is essential. Traditionally a working narrowboat would have carried a full set of cloths as well as all the running gear, which would have consisted of several individual types of cloths including: Deck cloth, Cratch cloth, side cloths, top cloths and a Tippet.  Along with this would be all the timber works, categorised as running gear including crossbeams, boxmast, topmast, 2 stands, deck board, false cratch and uprights Nowadays many working boats have dispensed with some of the cloths and only use side and top cloths as well as some of the rope work used such as girding strings..
RUNNING GEAR
Cross beams– Three lengths of timber the width of the hold which divide the hold into four ‘rooms’
Boxmast –  A wooden ‘box’ about 8” square and 7-8ft long which is used to support the top planks and the towing mast which fits into a recess cut into the mast beam.
Topmast  The towing mast which slots inside the boxmast and is adjustable to vary the height (loaded/empty)
Stand– A tapered timber about 7-8ft in length and 8” wide used to support the top planks
The cratch – The name given to the whole of the tent like structure at the front of the hold consisting of the deck board, the false cratch and the cratch boards.
Deck board– The triangular timber board that supports the front end of the top planks and is to stop the ingress of water into the hold when locking.
False cratch– A timber three piece ‘A’ frame which supports the top planks between the deck board and the boxmast.
Cratch boards – Short straight pieces of timber which joint the false cratch to the deck board, making the whole assembly more rigid.
Uprights. – Straight lengths of timber which have a vee cut into each end and fit diagonally over the inside of the gunnel and the underside of the top planks, again holding and supporting the top planks in a rigid manner. (I have heard some call these quarters)
CLOTHS
Deck cloth– A triangular cloth fixed to the deck beam by a strip of timber forming the same shape as the deck board but larger
Cratch cloth– (This was a later addition becoming popular in the 1950’s onwards especially with the midlands to south coal traffic)the same width as a top cloth but only about 5foot in length and was used to permanently cover the cratch never being taken down and with no need to cloth the cargo up being coal.
Side cloth– Two cloths about a yard wide and running the whole length of the hold.  Fixed to each side of the hold along the gunnel by means of a strip of timber and having reinforced brass eyelets along its top edge at about every yard. One side has lengths of rope called side strings spliced into each of the eyelets.
Top cloth– Three or four rectangular cloths the width being from gunnel to gunnel over the top planks.  The length of them to cover the whole length of the hold plus enough for an overlap at each joint.
Tippet– A narrow strip the length of the hold, just wider than the top planks which ends in a triangular section. When used it is laid in top of the top planks with the triangular section butting up to the edge of the deck board.  Its purpose is to protect the top cloths from wear and tear from walking up and down and also from chaffing from the top strings.
FIXINGS
Along each gunnel, starting from the engine ‘ole bulk head, are metal rings about 1 .5” diameter held in place by metal staples and fitted at 36” centres. There is one ring stapled near the outside top edge of the gunnel and one on the underside of the gunnel directly underneath.  Working 36” centres from the back end should leave the last pitch, by the cratch, about 32”.  A ring is positioned at the very end, one at 16” and a second at 32” these are for securing the decorative hose and rockets.
ROPE WORK
Knee strings. (Used to secure the side cloths when not in use and rolled up on top of the gunnel)
Short lengths of 8 -10 mm rope about 18” long, with a loop sliced in one end and a back splice on the other and fixed to the staple under the gunnel

Side Strings (Used to secure the side cloths)
Lengths of 8 -10mm rope with a loop spliced in one end and a back splice in the other, approximately 12ft long.  The loop end is passed through the brass eyelet in the side cloths then the other end pulled through the loop to fix it to the side cloths.  When not in use the side strings are rolled up inside that side cloth.

Side strings are only fitted to one side cloth.  The actual length has to be sufficient to go over the top plank down to the opposite side cloth and back to the top plank then across the two side strings twice leaving enough to tie them off.

Top Strings (Used to secure the top cloths)
Lengths of 8 -10mm rope with a loop spliced in one end and a back splice in the other, approximately 20ft long.  Spliced onto the loop is a galvanised ‘S’ hook which is used to secure the top string to the ring stapled to the gunnel.
Rockets (Used to decorate the cratch)
Six lengths of natural cotton line  10 – 12 mm diameter, four about 18ft in length  and two about 25ft, with a loop spliced in one end and the other end whipped.

Girding strings Lengths of 12mm diameter line used for securing the top plank on top of the stands by lashing them to the cross beams 
Hose  (Used to decorate the cratch)
A length of rubberised cotton fire hose (getting hard to find nowadays) approximately 6ft in length with metal clasps and a spring fitted to each end, to secure it to the boat.
METHOD.
For the purpose of this I will assume that the boat’s running gear is all assembled and in position including beams, mast, stands, uprights and cratch.

Start by ensuring the tippet and top cloths are out of the hold somewhere accessible.  Undo all the knee strings to release both sets of side cloths and unroll them.
Side cloths.
Throw the side strings across the top of the top planks to the other side.

Thread the end of the side string through the brass eyelet in the side cloth.
Throw the side strings back over the top plank.

(you now have one strand one side and two strands the other)
Sit, or kneel on the top plank and work your way along each side string
Pull, alternately on each side of side string to tighten it.
When tight pass end under the top plank and around side strands from one to other and back to the side with two strands.
Pass end under the single strand.

Pass end across to other side (with two strands) and pass end under.
Pass end back to opposite side and under and finish off on side with two strands.
Pass one bite round the two strands, and hold tightly in position .
Pull the bight tight.
While holding the bight tightly in position  use other hand pull centre of remaining string between the two strands to form a loop.

Pull loop up tight against the bite

Pull string through from between two strands until end splice is trapped and a neat loop is formed.

Move along top plank to next side string and continue until all side strings are tied and the side cloths are taught.

(Incidentally, the method of moving along a plank by sitting on it and pendulating your bum along, instead of walking along it, due to uncertainty or alcohol, was know by boatmen as ‘Frogging the plank’.
 Top Cloths & Tippet
Starting from the back end lay the back top cloth out and adjust position to equal it out, then moving forward lay each top cloth out so it overlaps the previous cloth to give a waterproof joint to the hold, finishing off with the front cloth which has a square hole cut in it to go over the top mast.  Position triangular end of tippet in line with front edge of deck board and roll out along the length of the top cloths.

The triangular end of the tippet can be clearly seen in this photo
Hook the S hook into the ring on the one side gunnel and throw the remainder over to the other side.
Pass end through the opposite ring the throw back over to other side.
Repeat for all top strings.
Sitting /kneeling on top plank as for side cloths pull alternatively on each side to tighten top string.
Pass end of top string underneath the side string and pull tight across top of cloths, then pass under side string on opposite side then back again. Finish off on side with two strands then tie off end of top string in exactly the same way for side strings.

So that’s  it apart from fitting the decorative rockets and hose on the cratch which I will perhaps cover in another blog
So until then
Don’t bang ‘em about
Blossom.

COAL BOATING WITH THE BOYS

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At just after 8.00am on Saturday I got up and prepared for another day doing jobs around the house.  Dawn has this agreement, I don’t, but Dawn does, which consists of: I can spend loads of time on the boat during the summer, but when it comes to this time of the year I am supposed to catch up with all those little jobs that need doing at home.  Simple straightforward jobs like fitting a new central heating boiler- building cupboard around said boiler- ripping up carpet in said room-stripping wallpaper-repaper/paint----you know the rest girls, curtains ornaments bed clothes etc.  I had just put all my painting/decorating clothes on when Dawn came in to me and said "Mike Askin has just put on Faceache he has just gone past the bridge at the bottom of our garden.  What he had actually put was “Wake up you old fart! :) — with James Bills at Blossom's Bridge”  Dawn says if you want to go with them for the day I’ll drop you off to meet them before I go to work.  Nuff said quick change of clothes and she was driving me off to find them.  We drove off following the canal away from Rugeley looking over bridges etc. but to no avail, so I phoned Mikey to see where he was and his reply was “ just going through the narrows just out of Rugeley.  That will be the narrows at Crown Bridge, I thought, as that’s the only set of narrows out of Rugeley and so off we went to bridge 57, Royles Bridge which is about 5 minutes from Crown Bridge.  Dawn stopped in the car, as she only had her slippers and PJ’s on and I stood on the parapet of the bridge.  The ten minutes came and went and so did another ten minutes and then I suddenly thought ‘I wonder if Mikes meant where the canal goes quite narrow between the railway bridge and  bridge 59, Kents Bridge.  So I got back in the car and Dawn drove round to Old road and I got out and looked up the cut but still no sign. Drive me back to Crown Bridge and l’ll text him.  ‘Where are you Mikey’  ‘At bridge 60, another 20 minutes away yet.  At this point Dawn had to go back to get ready for work leaving me at Crown bridge to wait for the boys.  Soon the imposing sight of Mikeys ‘Royalty’ GU boat, Victoria, was coming round the Handsacre turn and into the bridge ‘ole where I jumped on ready for a day out with the boys, coal boating.
My first question when I got aboard was to Mikey “what narrows were you on about when I asked where you were?”  His reply was “there’s only one narrows out of Rugeley, you know just before that bridge, where that pub is!”  I asked him if he meant the Ash Tree his reply was “no the next one down”. I then questioned, “You mean the Plumb Pudding” “Yes that’s the one”  “Mikey” I said “that’s not a narrows, that’s Armitage tunnel”!!!!  The one thing I hate about boating this time of year is the leaves on and in the cut.


With a loaded boat it’s no different having to throw it astern every five minutes to clear the blades of their ball of leaves.  With Victoria being loaded with about 16 tons of various bagged coal and 2000litres of diesel, she was drawing about 3’ 3” at the counter and about 3’ at the bows, the result of this was that forward progress was quite slow and anything faster than just tick over just drew all the water and sat her on the bottom.  Well as a guide, last year I took Darley from Great Haywood to Alvecote single handed in about 10 ½ hours whereas today’s jolly from Rugeley town moorings (2 ½ hours less) to Alvecote took us about 9 ½ hours!  When once I was settled and we were underway I said to Mikey “where’s your brasso, your brasses are dirty”  Mikey tried to say he had done them yesterday (I don’t think) and so I set about polishing, Mikey disappeared in the back cabin and made a cup of tea, while Jay steered.  Tea made and we were treated to jam doughnuts as were plodded along the pound past Kings Bromley and arrived at Woodend lock, where, me and Mikey worked the boat down while Jay steered.  Luckily a boat was waiting below so we were able to jump for the pound down to shadehouse, where again me and Mikey worked the lock with me drawing and Mikey shutting the top gate.  When the lock emptied, we opened bottom gates and Victoria pulled out then we closed up behind him and we were off down the pound to Middle lock where we undertook the same routine.  When the lock emptied and the gates were opened, Mikey said I could get back on the boat and he would close the gates and walk down to the junction to open the little swing bridge.  I proceeded to cross the tail of the lock via the little wooden foot bridge and Mikey said “there’s steps that side Blossom, why did you not use them, I thought you would have known that!” my reply was simple” I never get off the boat Mikey, Dawn does all the locks”.  We soon made the turn at the junction and there were only two people standing outside the swan to watch.  As we swung round Wazza shouted over “What you jumped ship Blossom” seeing me on a different boat, I just turned back and smiled at him and gave him the ‘one for your dog’. In just over the hour we were approaching Streethay bridge 86 where I think I have moaned before about the state of the cut at this point as you pass the rear of a converted farm house/outbuildings and some mobile homes, and sure enough the engine started to labour as it stirred up the chocolate pudding throwing a column of rotting leaves out from the counter.  With that cleared we plodded down the straight to Streethay wharf, which seemed very quiet apart from someone in the painting tunnel rollering his cabin top.  As we made the turn at the end of the straight, a boat was just winding and as we slid past him he shouted across “How much is your coal” “Between £7.50 and £10.00” was the reply “why do you want some”

  And so we pulled over under Kings Orchard railway bridge and waited for him to wind and pull alongside.  Six bags were soon transferred to his cabin top and we were off again.  Within half hour we were tying up at Huddlesford Junction where Mikey’s mom and dad had their caravan while they blacked their boat at Lichfield cruising clubs yard.

 We were invited round for a cup of tea , a ham sandwich and a slice of fruit cake.  With this consumed we were off again as we still had a few hours boating left.  As we came through Hopwas, Jay jumped off armed with a pocket full of business cards and walked the towpath posting cards in every moored boat.

He kept this practice up all past Fazeley Junction even as the light was fading, posting cards and telling people about the coal service.  We came across the Junction and through the narrow bridge ‘ole where there were several moored boats on the towpath and a line of thick conifers on the offside behind the industrial units.  Half way past these conifers, there was also a tree with low branches and as we past Mikey grabbed one of the lowest branches and snapped it off to get rid of it.  As he did so, a second low branch took Mikey’s hat off and deposited it into the cut.  Mike chucked the JP into astern and we then continued for a further boats length before Victoria stopped.  “What you doing Mikey”.  “ I’m going back for me hat”.

As we reversed back, Victoria did what a lot of boats do in astern, the back end veered across the canal and into the conifers.  Mikey knocked it out of gear and lifted the cabin shaft, which he poked through the conifers, out of sight and on to what he thought was the bank.  He braced himself with a foot against the counter cants and proceeded to push.  The boat started to move, but so did whatever the shaft was resting on.  The rest was down to gravity and in a split second, Mikey was making a perfect forward dive with half pike, worthy of a gold medal at the recent Olympics!  Jay, who was still on the towpath shouted “Blossom, get your phone, take a picture”  By this point I was fighting back guffaws of laughter as the tears rolled down my cheeks.  As Mikey stood up in freezing water up to his chest, he put his hand in his pocket and removed his now failed I phone which he slammed down on the counter and for the next 60 seconds just shouted “Bast**d, Bast**d, bast**d.  I turned the tiller round towards him and he climbed back up it onto the counter. By now, as we realised he was unhurt, apart from pride, both Jay and I were both engulfed in uncontrollable laughter, in fact for the next couple of hours we would only have to look at each other and again burst into laughter to the point that by the time we reached Alvecote, my ribs were aching.  By now it was completely dark and we made the rest of the trip by headlight.  We were soon up Glascote two and on the final leg of the journey.  As we passed Amington road bridge, the smell of fish and chips was wafting over the canal from the chippy just off the bridge which reminded me that by now I was hungry, cold and had run out of cigarettes, and had no money with me (as I had left in quite an unprepared hurry this morning).  Frequently through the day Dawn had been texing me asking where we were and I had kept her up to speed with our progress.  She had asked earlier where we were heading for and I had told her Alvecote to which she asked me to text her when I got there and so I agreed to tell her when we were ½ hour away, and so I text her at Old Tamworth bridge and half hour later we were tying up at the layby at Alvecote.  Earlier in the day Mikey’s mom & dad had arranged to meet them there and they were all going for a carvery at The Pretty Pigs.  They soon turned up and they all climbed in the dad’s car and were off.  They asked if I wanted to go but I declined as Dawn would be here in about 10 minutes.  So off they went leaving me to go and stand on Victoria’s counter to wait for Dawn.  And wait I did for nearly two hours while unbeknown to me she had a shower and got herself ready to go out, but perhaps more of that another time.  All in all a very pleasant days boating in pleasant company and really good entertainment, so until next time,
Don’t splash ‘em about
Blossom

A FEW HOME REMEDIES

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I hate this time of the year! The days are short and the weather is cold and wet. I don’t get to go boating and so have very little to blog about, unlike the summer when the days are longer and dryer and I do a lot of boating but don’t have time to blog.  I am particularly down at the moment as I can’t shake off this damn cough and thick head/nose I have had for the last couple of months, in fact since I finished off the boating season so to speak. Everybody suddenly becomes a pharmacist at times like this giving free expert advice to try this cough mixture or that linctus, all to no avail.  I am a firm believer in the non-use of medications or visits to the doctors unless absolutely necessary.  Dawn goes mad at me when I complain of a toothache or headache and she says “take some pain killers” but I don’t stating “your body will cure it itself”  This has me thinking about the remedies that were used when I was a child in the 1950’s by parents and grandparents.  I have listed some of them I can remember just for your amusement perhaps. (I am not recommending any of them so if you’re daft enough to try them be it on your own head.)
1. If you banged your head and a bump appeared (known as a Coco) while out playing, my mother would rub the bump with a knob of butter.
2. If you got a bee sting, she would dab it with vinegar.
3. If you got a wasp sting however, it would be rubbed with either butter or half a fresh cut onion.                                                                            NO WONDER US KIDS ALL SMELT IN THE 1950’S
4.If you stung yourself with nettles the resulting ‘bumps’ would be rubbed with either dock leaves, if you were outside playing or if you were in the garden they would be rubbed with the ‘dolly blue’ bag used for washing whites.
5. Gran’s cure for a sore throat or a cough was a large dollop of Vaseline placed on the back of your tongue with her index finger, then being made to swallow it followed straight away by a table spoon of beetroot vinegar.  I never had a cough when I was young.
6. Neck boils were cured by applying a bread poultice to draw them. A clean man-size handkerchief would be folded on its diagonal to form a triangle, a piece of bread about 2” square would be placed on the centre and soaked with boiling water then this would be placed, bread side to the skin while as hot as could be stood then the handkerchief tied around the neck and worn until it went cold.  It would then be removed and re-soaked in boiling water and the whole process repeated until the boil came to a head and burst.
7. Another cure for boils, though I've never seen it used, was to fill a clean sterilised milk bottle with boiling water, then tip all the water out and hold the neck of the bottle over the boil, holding it in place while the bottle cools.  As the hot air in the bottle cools and contracts it causes a partial vacuum which sucks the puss out of the boil. I have heard of cases where the bottle was too hot to start with and the suction was so great that the bottle had to be smashed to get it off the neck!
8.If we came down with a cold or flu, you were put to bed with a glass of boiled lemonade with a Beechams powder whisked into it and told to drink it all down as hot as you could stand it.  This would really make you sweat all night and the cold/flu would be gone.
9. For mouth ulcers, a solution would be made by dropping a couple of crystals of Permanganate of potash in a cup of warm water which would be used as a mouth wash and gargle.
10. Ear ache would be cured by putting olive oil in a tea spoon then holding it over a low gas flame to warm it, then it would be poured down your ear while you held your head over.
11. If you complained of sore or tired eyes, they would be bathed with cold tea.
Well that’s it until I think of some other inane dribble to blog so until then,
Don’t bang ‘em about
Blossom.

EATING IN THE FIFTIES & SIXTIES

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Writing that last blog made me think of other things about the 1950’s so here’s a mish mash of my thoughts:  Pasta had not been invented, a pizza was something to do with the leaning tower, curry was a surname,  Indian restaurants were only found in India and olive oil was kept in the medicine cabinet.  Spices were imported from the Middle East where they were used for embalming the dead, and herbs were used to make rather dodgy medicine and prunes were medicinal.  Seaweed was not a recognised food.  The only vegetables known to us were spuds, peas, carrots, cauliflower, broad & runner beans, parsnips, swede and cabbage. We had not heard of Butternut squash, sweet potato, artichoke and if dad had have caught mom picking baby corn cobs or unripe peas (mangetout) off the garden he would have gone mad.

All crisps were plain; the only choice we had was whether to put the salt (little blue bag) on or not, condiments consisted of salt, pepper, vinegar and brown sauce if we were lucky.  Soft drinks were called pop and Coke was something that we put on the fire.  A Chinese chippy was a foreign carpenter and rice was used in a milk pudding, and never, ever part of our dinner.  A takeaway was a mathematical problem, a Big Mac was what we wore when it was raining. A Pizza Hut was an Italian shed.  A microwave was something out of a science fiction movie.  Brown bread was something only poor people ate.  Oil was for lubricating, fat was for cooking.  Bread and jam was a treat, tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves.

Coffee was Camp, and came in a bottle and cubed sugar was regarded as posh.  Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time along with Figs and dates, but no one ever ate them.  Coconuts only appeared when the fair came to town.  Only Black country folk ate scratchings and they were made from leaf fat not pork rinds.  Salad cream was a dressing for salads, mayonnaise did not exist
Hors d'oeuvre was a spelling mistake...The starter was our main meal, soup was a main meal.

Only Heinz made beans.  Leftovers went in the dog as special foods for dogs and cats was unheard of.  Fish was only eaten on a Friday and fish didn't have fingers in those days.  Eating raw fish would have been called poverty, not sushi.  The only ready meals came from the fish and chip shop, where for the best taste, they were cooked in lard or dripping and had to be eaten out of old newspapers.  Frozen food was called ice cream and it only came in one colour and one flavour,  nothing ever went off in the fridge because we never had one and none of us had ever heard of yoghurt.  Jelly and blancmange was only eaten at parties.  All foods were considered healthy, people who didn't peel potatoes were lazy.  Brunch was not a meal.  If we had eaten bacon lettuce and tomato in the same sandwich we would have been certified, and a bun was a small cake.  The word" Barbie" was not associated with anything to do with food as eating outside was a picnic, while cooking outside was called camping.  Pancakes were only eaten on Pancake Tuesday.  “Kebab" was not even a word never mind a food, hot dogs were a type of sausage that only Americans ate.  Cornflakes had also arrived from America but it was obvious they would never catch on.  The phrase "boil in the bag" would have been beyond comprehension.  The world had not heard of Pot Noodles, Instant Mash and Pop Tarts.

Sugar enjoyed a good press, and was regarded as being good for you.  Lettuce and tomatoes were only available in Summer, but surprisingly muesli was readily available in those days, it was called cattle feed.  Turkeys were definitely seasonal and
Pineapples came in chunks in a tin.  We had never heard of Croissants and we thought that Baguettes were a problem the French needed to deal with.
Garlic was used to ward off vampires, but never used to flavour food.
Water came out of the tap, if someone had suggested bottling it and charging more than petrol for it they would have become a laughing stock.
Food hygiene was all about washing your hands before meals.  Campylobacter, Salmonella, E.coli, Listeria, and Botulism were all called "food poisoning." And finally, the one thing that we never ever had on our table in the fifties & Sixties were our elbows, otherwise our mothers would have
banged ‘em about
Blossom.
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