Showing posts with label Campbell Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Campbell Park. Show all posts

Tuesday, 15 November 2016

Milton Keynes to Weedon - Cruising Up the GU for the Last Time!



Campbell Park may never look the same again

It struck me on Sunday that two weeks yesterday Quaintrelle will swing briefly through the air on the end of a crane, then drop on the back of a lorry and head to France.  Gulp.  I don’t know if I’m ready…….  But before I get my knickers in a twist and come over all emotional, how’s the last week been??

We were becoming institutionalised and enjoying our mooring at Campbell Park, so much so that we couldn’t be bothered to move on and stayed until Saturday 12th.  We might have stayed longer, but we needed water…….  Wednesday was spent doing boat jobs and getting started on our Christmas shopping and on Thursday we spent the day at the cinema.  Having gone to the 12.30 showing of Arrival, which we really enjoyed, fab film, we left the cinema and noticed that there was a 16.50 showing of Girl on a Train which we hadn’t seen and wanted to.  So we toddled off to M&S for some food shopping, grabbed a bite to eat at a fast food noodle place and headed back to the cinema in time for the picture starting.  We had indulged in a large bag of PicknMix for the first film but felt a second would be too much, much to Mike’s disappointment.  Having read the book, we expected to be disappointed as films are rarely as good but we did enjoy it.  Not as good as Arrival, but most enjoyable and I thought Anna Freil was a great alcoholic!

Friday dawned bright so we set off southwards to Fenny Stratford to get water, dump our rubbish (which was sitting in a bag on the front deck and had provided a midnight feast for some little furry friends), wind (turn) and come back up again.  NB Betty had moored up behind us whilst we were at the cinema on Thursday and we managed a quick chat before we headed off and I suppose telling them we were off to France in a couple of weeks is when it started to sink in.  “You must be really excited??!” they said.  “Yes.  I think so.” I said feeling more unsure than excited, to be honest.  They were keen to hear of our plans as they’ve been thinking about going over to France, so I hope we do meet them over there at some point.

At Fenny the fast water tap had us filled up in no time and we continued on to the winding hole turned and came back down the lock.  We moored up with just enough time to get the other side of the boat’s blacking touched up before it got dark.  
Rather than wind right above the lock, it was such a nice afternoon we cruised to Water Eaton to wind
This time of year often presents looking glass conditions on the canal - lovely.

As it was forecast for rain most of the day on Saturday, we decided to stay put and get on with some more tasks, a major one for me was to sit (and hopefully pass) my CEVNI test.  The CEVNI is like a highway code for European Waterways; signs, light signals, sound signals on land and other craft, so that even if you don’t speak the language you will understand instructions and what other vessels are doing.  Mike did his online a couple of months ago whilst I was in the throes of swotting for my VHF Radio course, but once I’d passed that, I had no excuse.  So Saturday was the day.  I’d been having fly study sessions with the book, but it wasn’t really sinking in, but I sat and went through it all again, then got bored so went online and did a couple of practice tests I found.  Then I did the formal practice online with the school we registered with, passed both parts, so with sweaty palms and raised heartbeat I logged in to do the exam for real.  It’s multiple choice and timed and you get two shots at it, so really I needn’t have worried – there is just enough time to flick open the book (if you’ve marked the pages well enough!) if there’s one you’re not sure of.  I got 13/15 for the first section and 15/15 for the second – woooohooooo!!!!  So from that respect, we’re all set to go……

On Sunday, we left Milton Keynes for the last time, stopping en route at Bridge 86 to walk 15 minutes to the Waitrose at Oakridge, or Oakville or some other name beginning with Oak… It’s a new small town within the boundaries of Milton Keynes, full of new houses and streets with a shopping centre in the middle.  Back on board we continued our journey for the day, passing through Campbell Park for the last time, which even if we do ever come this way again, may not look the same!  On one of our forays to MK Centre, there was a large stand showing plans for the development planned for Campbell Park; houses, shops and restaurants and a marina.  We were gutted.  The thing we like about it is that there’s nothing there, it’s a park and a well-used, well-laid out, well-kept park for that matter.  I hope it doesn’t go ahead, but suspect it will.  Anyway, I started to feel a bit maudlin and emotional as we passed through and felt that way most of the way up to Cosgrove in the winter sun, passing a few other winter boaters on the way.  All was quiet at Cosgrove and I did a quick 20 minute run, getting back in the almost dark, whilst Mike emptied the rubbish.  It’s very different boating after the clocks have gone back.  In the summer, we’ll boat on sometimes til 7/8pm but if not, usually stop around 6ish.  We then do some jobs and before we know it it’s time to start cooking dinner, hoping to eat around 7.30/8pm.  Now we’re moored up by 3.30/4pm and it’s dark, so my stomach is looking for its dinner by 6 o’clock……  We don’t get up any earlier either to make use of the daylight.  I think we’re getting worse!!!  I struggle to get my arse out of bed anytime before 9am…..
There were about 30 of these guys racing from Giffard Park to Leighton Buzzard - 15 miles!  Too much like hard work....


More mirrors on the outskirts of MK

Cosgrove
Monday morning was overcast and drizzly, but before we headed out of Cosgrove (for the last time….), Mike touched up some paint work and I went to post a letter.  I’m glad I did, because I found the Horse Tunnel that goes under the canal, which I thought was brilliant.  We’ve passed through Cosgrove many, many times, but only stopped twice recently, so hadn’t really explored the village, so I’m glad I had seen this.
The canal is at the top of the steps and the houses you see are on the opposite side.
The tunnel leading to the other side of the village and the Barley Mow pub
Although it was a bit damp, it was very mild so not altogether an unpleasant cruise up to Stoke Bruerne, where we stopped for water at the bottom of the flight and made use of the time sitting to have some lunch.  Jules Fuels were there so we took on some diesel (for the last time…..) hoping that as we lingered, someone else would appear to share the locks with.  They didn’t and we headed off up on our own.  There was quite a bit of traffic coming down however which made it easy for us as all the locks were set in our favour and gates were left open for us a couple of times to.  The top lock was our last UK lock.    Then Mike remembered that it had also been our first lock when we set off in June 2014 – very fitting.
Right time and place to get some fuel
Approaching what had been our first and is now our last UK lock
The best Indian Restaurant on the UK Canals - Spice of Bruerne - red brick building.
Whilst cruising we chatted a lot about what we still need to do for France and what will need packed up and how we’ll stop stuff shifting about on the boat when she’s mid-air.  My next task is to make the Blue Board – further details can be found at CEVNI.

For the first time, we didn’t go to the Spice of Bruerne for a curry  - and it would have been our last time……. (see the theme here??)…. as we had food we needed to use up. 

This morning we were up a bit sharper, 8.50am, and enjoyed breakfast outside on an extremely mild morning for November.  Mike touched up a bit more of the paintwork and I got us ready to set off, not looking forward to our first obstacle of the day, The Blisworth Tunnel.  It was with great joy that I thought, “This is the last time…….”  As we entered the tunnel, we were surrounded by mist and I couldn’t see where we were going so had to take it steady.  It was really spooky and I was imagining all sorts of ghost boats following me, but about a quarter of the way through it cleared and we could see the pin prick of light at the end of the tunnel.  We managed to pick up speed in the new section in the middle which is nice and wide, so were through in 27 minutes again and enjoying our morning coffee as we progressed northwards to Weedon.
The entrance to Blisworth Tunnel at Stoke Bruerne
Where did this mist come from???

Always glad to reach the new section in the middle as it's nice and wide - and see the end of the tunnel!
Lime glistening on the walls of the old section
No, not last night's supermoon, it was too cloudy to see it where we were.  End of the tunnel getting closer..

Popping out into daylight and still water at Blisworth, 27 minutes later.
And Weedon is where we are now and where we’ll be until a week on Sunday when we’ll head south for seven miles to Gayton – and the crane – gulp!!  So this may well be my last entry written on UK soil!!!  Unless I can find something interesting to write about Weedon Boatyard for next week...........   Yikes!!!!!

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

Weedon, Milton Keynes, Ireland and Winter!!!



Love winter cruising on days like this :)
We enjoyed a couple of nights in our own bed at the yard in Weedon and got all the laundry done before picking up another hire car on Wednesday 26th October to head up to York for a few days around another appointment for Mike’s knee.  The traffic wasn’t great up the M1, makes us long for the boat and the canal……. but we got to York in time for the dinner sitting at Norfolk Towers – thanks AGAIN to Vicki and James, Ollie and Caitlin for putting up with us/putting us up yet again.   Mike hit the bath and Vicki and I hit the Proscecco…….yummmmm!!!!!!

Thursday morning was an earlyish start at York District Hospital where Mike saw a rheumatologist, who had a right good look, asked lots of questions then told Mike that contrary to what we thought today, his knee was not normal and there was fluid in it.  He’s 95% certain it’s a condition called Pseudo Gout, which isn’t really like gout at all as it’s a different kind of crystal and where gout flares up and then disappears, pseudo gout flares up and then goes down, but is always present.  This combined with the wear and tear present is what is causing the pain and flare-ups, but just to make sure and eliminate anything else he took bloods to test for a long list of stuff and referred Mike for an MRI scan.  There’s no treatment that will prevent the flare-ups so it’s a case of managing them when they happen, with steroids and mega-doses of ibuprofen.  Once in France, we’ll be able to buy steroids over the counter at the pharmacy, so it might actually be easier to manage over there.  Anyway, bet you were all dying to get the latest on Mike’s knees, so onto the more exciting stuff.

On Thursday night we caught up with friends Nichola and Dan and had a lovely Thai meal and on Friday we caught up with John and Kathleen at Wetherby and Alan, our financial adviser at Melton.  After a delicious chippy tea at Norfolk Towers, we headed out to enjoy the light festival in York and a few drinks en route.
A Skipping Person in Lights

Arches near the Library - I read the sign but have forgotten what it was - 15th Century Hospital rings a bell...

 
On Saturday we enjoyed one of James’ breakfast – they really are fantastic, caught up on some admin and then whilst the boys headed to the football, I headed to shops for some new shoes.  I enjoyed my browse around the shops, stopping for a quick coffee before making my purchase of the most comfortable brogues from Clarks.  I had had to retire my old Sketcher shoes (c. 2008) as they are split and the soles so thin in places they were worn right through.  It still hurt to say goodbye to them……… I had hunted for weeks for a similar replacement but to no avail so it was a bit of a mind f*ck to accept I’d just have to get something completely different.  However, the brogues have settled in and I’m delighted with them – good old Clarks!  Curry night at Pocklington turned into a smaller affair with Streety and Nigel calling off, but we had a lovely catch up with Jane and Ian and Fran landed as well to join us.  We even managed a quick half hour with Dave before curry, so we did well in terms of seeing friends!!

On Sunday we headed off to Whitby for the day to catch up with Mike’s Uncle Ronnie, his wife Pat and drop in on Becca (Mike’s god-daughter) and her hubby Lee and their kids.  We love Whitby.
Lots of crabbing still done from Whitby

It was freezing but the surfers were still out!



Mmmmmmmmm - waffles........ :)
Back at Norfolk Towers in time for James’ Sunday Roast we had a quiet night in with a few glasses of wine and the telly as we had an early start on Monday to be showered and out of Linda’s way when she arrived to clean.

We headed back down to Weedon, picking up the snowboard and ski stuff from Streety’s on the way and back at the boat, put on the washing and then headed into Daventry to do a big shop at Waitrose.

On Tuesday we made final use of the car to go and find Neil on their new boat Chalkhill Blue 2.  It was a really miserable day, dull and drizzly but cheered up by our visit.  Their new boat is lovely, and what remains of their new mugs are lovely too…… As Mike was demonstrating the ‘narrow’ bit in our boat, he managed to dislodge a mug from its hook and it shattered into a million pieces – sorry Neil. 
Lovely shiny new Chalkhill Blue 2 - and Neil in his matching sweater.... :)
After dropping the car off we moved out of the boatyard and started south on the Grand Union, going a bit longer than planned we moored up half an hour north of Blisworth in the pitch dark.  It’s so annoying at this time of year when you’ve been used to cruising til the early evening then find yourself in the dark by 4 o’ clock.

We set off in glorious sunshine the next morning, although it was pretty chilly, and got through the Blisworth tunnel in a record 27 minutes – there was no other traffic which was good.  As we headed towards Stoke Bruerne’s top lock, we passed NB Theadora who looked as though she might be getting ready to move – she was, so we locked down with them, stopping for water at the bottom of the flight.  Philip, Annabel and Otis had just picked up their boat from Market Harborough and were taking her to her mooring at Hemel Hempstead.  They decided to follow us down to Cosgrove which we reached just as it was getting dark.  I did a quick run along past the aqueduct and was rewarded by seeing the most beautiful sky on the way back – it was on fire!!  As I was running I didn’t get any pics I’m afraid.
Last of the autumnal shades


Theadora following us in the last of the daylight
The next day we headed off down the Cosgrove Lock with Theadora and onto Campbell Park at Milton Keynes, where we would stay a few days.  It was a lovely couple of days with Theadora, we enjoyed their company and wished we could have cruised on with them for longer.
Leaving Cosgrove in a small convoy

Don't do it!!!!
Theadora crossing the Great Ouse Aqueduct
Happy Crew on Theadora
Pretty canalside art on the way into Campbell Park



Milton Keynes may not sound like the most enjoyable destination but you know, we always enjoy it, particularly the moorings at Campbell Park, although we don’t enjoy the 20 minute uphill cycle to the shops!!  But the park is pretty and there’s a great network of cycle paths all around and it’s handy for picking up things, like four big sausage fenders from Argos, which we will need in France.  Then it was time to pack again, this time for flights to Belfast where we were going for the weekend to join Karen and Matthew and family to celebrate their Silver Wedding Anniversary.  We headed over on Friday, picked up a hire car and headed to the West Coast for the night, to Donegal, where Mike’s family on his dad’s side originally came from.  We had a lovely meal in the Sandhouse Hotel, where we were staying and although the décor and furnishings were a bit dated, it was spotlessly clean, the food good and the staff really lovely.  In the morning, having missed breakfast, we went for a walk along the beach.  When we got back the restaurant manager was concerned we’d not had breakfast, so insisted on sending a tray of tea and toast, orange juice and soda bread to our room – so kind and service like we’ve had nowhere else.
That'll be rain blowing in from the East!!
Sea kayakers undeterred by the cold
We then drove back East to Seapatrick, where Karen and Matthew live and which is nowhere near the sea.  Having dropped in for a quick cuppa we then went to the pub we were staying at and checked in, had some lunch, a pint and then settled down to watch the tv for an hour or so before heading back out.  We had a lovely night, plenty to drink, some drank more plentifully than others, eh Queenie??   And met and chatted with some lovely people.  And of course it was lovely to see Karen and Matthew again and help them celebrate.

Mike missed breakfast the next morning as he had a bit of a headache, but I tucked into eggs benedict, coffee and orange juice and then with just a little bit of time to kill on the way to the airport we went to look at the Union Locks, now derelict, on the River Laggan.
Derelict locks

The basin half-way up the flight where boats would've waited to pass in busier times
Our flight back was slightly delayed but we managed to catch our connecting bus from the airport back to Milton Keynes and were soon home with the fire on enjoying the firework show from the top of the hill opposite us.

Monday was a job day and while Mike tackled touching up the paintwork, I set to parcelling up the goods we had just sold on eBay.  Having got rid of the Caterham, we were left with a few accessories which I’m pleased to say all sold for more than we’d started them off at!
The reward at the top of the hill in Campbell Park - a great view for miles!!!
Tuesday was also a job day, although Mike had to come in from painting as it was too cold and the paint wouldn’t go on properly!!  I was trying to find the leak that was causing a small pond to form in the bilges at the back of the boat, and think we’ve been successful in doing so – fingers crossed!  We then walked up to LKQ Coatings to buy some tins of paint for touching up the boat, came back, had lunch, phoned my mum and here we are.

Having left it so long since the last entry again, there are things I’ve missed, but then, are you really interested?  Do you want to hear about Mike’s MAC eating up all our data after an update seems to have enabled a process called nsurlsessiond, or me cleaning the shower pump?  I dunno.  It would make it even longer than it is…… And I think I got the most important bits in…….

Back from the paint shop just in time to catch Jules Fuels for some coal - love these old working boats