So Handyman V.2 never ever showed up, Handyman V.3 didn’t return phone calls or text. Trying for V.4 now.
Mum landed in the UK last week, on Tuesday she came to Coventry on the train, we had a tourist day. Visited the new and old cathedrals, Spon St – a medieval street that was not destroyed in the war, and the watch museum. All in all a good day, there is a lot more to Coventry than you would think. I’ve been there a couple of times prior to this trip and I’d never seen Spon St. Howard visited the Car Museum. I caught the train back to London for the night and came back on Wednesday.
On Thursday we decided enough was enough and finally moved from Hawkesbury Junction, back in the direction we came from. This involved going through a 6″ lock, winding (turning around – a technical term @Keith Inglis) and after doing a 27 point turn – finally ended up facing the other way and going back through the 6″ lock. By this time – all of 50 metres, there was something wrong with the steering – too much shuddering and jarring. So amid much joking and laughter from our old neighbours of the past 10 days (sorry boaters – broken down, couldn’t help it) days, we were back exactly where we started from – just facing the other direction. After checking the new gear box and mounts were still behaving, suggested we look in the weed hatch. Sure enough we fished out a red t-shirt and a big plastic bag, that had been wrapped around the propeller. We finally got them out and bagged to put in the bin so the next person doesn’t end up with the same problem. And more good news – the toilet is usable. No more midnight treks to the public loo.
With everything that was meant to be full, full. And everything that was meant to be empty, empty. We set off again.
As we’ve been on this stretch of canal before, and we were only retracing our steps, we decided to put in a couple of long days to get over to Warwick. We were also back in the no reception area – hence no blog. We did a big shop in Rugby as the supermarket is close to the canal there. Last night we stopped outside of Southam, Howie was trying to catch up with the cousins to watch the soccer, and borrow their washing machine, but those plans fell through, so the Auntie picked it up from us this morning. It was really windy this morning and we were sharing locks with another boat, so we were trying to keep to each others pace to make it easier. I did a dash inside to grab the washing (didn’t see the Auntie arrive and they didn’t want to hang around) and fell from the top of the stairs on to the floor at the bottom. Landed on my butt, which I think is now badly bruised (or possibly broken!). It was bad timing all round, the boat ended up being blown into the bank anyway, because of it. I’m struggling to move a bit at the moment (@Jane Ortiz – there was no wine to save so hardly worth the effort). I’m now in a boat surrounded by 2 weeks worth of wet clothes and not really anywhere to hang them up. First thing tomorrow will be launderette hunting, we are also meeting Handyman V.4 tomorrow – and still have 5 miles to go, which shouldn’t take that long.
The pictures below will be my beers of the week (it would be rude not to have a drink if I was using the pubs loo), the first ducklings of spring,