butty Archives - Wandering Bells

A short chug from Snarestone down to somewhere between Shackerstone and Market Bosworth. But long enough for some weirdness. The first was a guy playing a gig on his full dual keyboard setup at Gopsall Wharf. His audience? A couple of very bemused ducks. And me temporarily. I would love to show you photographic evidence. That will teach me to check the phone is plugged in properly before I go to bed. Then 5 minutes later, stood on one of those pretty brick accommodation bridges, was the spitting image of Vladimir Putin, in sunglasses. Again, no picture. But trust me he was there. So, now I resolved to pull over and get the SLR. Guess what? Flat battery. Instead I moved the phone to the back of the boat to charge. Now it was within easy reach for the next weirdness.

20160526_110026_HDR — Motorboat and Butty pair

Which, of course, never happened. But I was in time to capture this motorboat and butty pair making their way up the Ashby. It always surprises me, how much work the person steering the butty has to do to persuade the butty to turn. They were having to keep to the centre, because they were both deep draughted. I moved over to let them past. And went hard aground. A bit of advice for novice boaters. If this happens to you, don’t go reaching for the boat pole and full throttle ahead. That almost always makes the situation worse. Often, a quick burst of reverse throttle will loosen you enough to slide off backwards, essentially reversing the route you went to go aground in the first place.

I noticed a boat called Eostra on the way up. I resolved to take a better look at it on the way back.

Eostra or Eostre, is the Anglo Saxon goddess of the spring. There is a legend linking Eostre and a hare. Google it, you will find that this is where the name for Easter and the tradition of the Easter bunny are imagined to come from, supposedly. Dig a little deeper, and you will discover that there may be little evidence for this. Apparently the rumour about the name was started by the Venerable Bede (according to the Guardian). Why do I mention this. Heron was called Eostre when we bought her.

I have been told I should catalogue the dog injuries. No that’s not injuries the dog has sustained. These are the injuries she has inflicted on me.

First and most obvious. I am now wearing a splint on my right wrist which is helping to relieve the strain placed on it by Sam’s repeated vigorous pulling on the lead. Sounds a bit pathetic, I know. The problem is we have one of those extending leads, one of the longest you can get. If you are not paying attention, she will take off after something (rabbit, squirrel, duck, insect…) and run at full speed, until she hits the end of the lead. This is nothing. Two years ago, she dislocated Heather’s shoulder. She only realised it wasn’t just a painful strain when it popped back in again on its own 2 days later.
Rope burns, behind both knees. This is a combination of the previously mentioned extending lead and deciding to wear shorts. Well, it was sunny and there was nobody around to be blinded by their whiteness. Again, you have to pay attention. If she is behind you and sees something in front that needs chasing, off she goes at full speed. If she passes you on the same side as the lead, you only risk the wrist strain (see 1. above). If she goes on the other side, the rope of the lead rides up your legs until it reaches the back of your knee, and then you get a serious rope burn.
Nettle stings, almost everywhere. Dog dashes into massive patch of nettles, that has a small hawthorn bush in the middle of it. She gets completely tangled, so you have to go in after her. You think, I’ll be alright, I’ve learnt that wearing shorts is a bad idea so I’ve got my long trousers on. And then she winds the lead around your legs as well. So you fall over, in the big patch of strong Leicestershire nettles. They manage to sting you on almost every exposed area of skin and through the material of your trousers.

By the way, that wasn’t this morning, just over the last 2 days.

Now we’re moored, the dog has played fetch the ball for a while, so she’s fast asleep. And remarkably,I have no new dog-inflicted injuries.

As consolation, I’ve started the “Marillion tracks in chronological order” playlist. we’re at “Garden Party”.

Try it if you have Spotify

Spotify doesn’t have the Pre-Order edition of Marbles, so I substituted the missing tracks with lives version where I could. The only completely missing track is “The Only Unforgivable Thing”.

Finding somewhere to moor for the weekend that was close enough to a pub with a car park where Heather can park for Saturday night. That was today’s goal. Turned out there were only 2 choices Ansty or Hawkesbury Junction (aka Sutton Stop). I decided to try for Ansty first. It was before Hawkesbury, which I know can often be busy, and as turning round in a 57ft narrowboat needs some planning…

As it was going to be a short day, I started later than normal. (The fact that I didn’t get to bed until 2am because I was playing with the new printer has nothing to do with it!). A lot of boats were on the move today, which added to the fun. Everyone seems to like complimenting Sam the roof dog.

A lot of this section of the Oxford passes through pretty traditional English mixed woodland. For me that makes mooring tricky. Not because it is hard to moor in woods, it’s no different or more difficult than mooring anywhere. In fact, when we first started boating, first hiring and then on shared ownership boats, we used to favour woodland mooring spots. But tastes change, I now prefer a mooring spot with some form of wider view. And having heard several tales from other boaters of having branches or even complete trees fall on their boat, why should I take the risk. We just had the roof painted, you know.

My impression is that there are a lot more boats moored around here. Certainly the variety is greater. I found myself taking much more notice and many more pictures. The boats ranged from the creatively colourful, like this example which I’m sure I’ve seen before when we were based on the K&A. I have convinced myself that the owner modelled the design on wartime ship camouflage but with a colourful twist. Another version of colourful was the more traditional paint scheme on this traditional motorboat and buttyboat pair (butty is slang for buddy or mate). After the advent of engines, this was the commonest cargo carrying configuration on the narrow canals. Both the motorboat and the unpowered butty had space for cargo and could be operated by a 2 person, often man and wife, crew.

What you also realise is that there are many styles of bows on boats, like this one modelled after a traditional front cabin. I started taking pictures of each different type that I came across. But then I stopped myself when I realised how boat-nerdy/trainspotter-like that was.

Typical North Oxford Long Straight Cutting

On the run into Stretton Stop, you enter a long straight cutting, another typical feature of the North Oxford, and also a result of it being straightened. This one is not as stable as it might look. Part way along the cutting, the offside has become unstable and parts of it have fallen into the canal, causing a couple of underwater obstructions that are now marked by big orange buoys. These also reduce the usable width so that only 1 boat can pass them at once. The signs plead with you to slow down to prevent further erosion, but not everyone complies. This was particularly true of the boat that was hurtling down the cutting towards the narrowed area that was currently occupied by Heron. Despite his lack of reading ability, his boat handling ability is very good. That was one of the neatest narrowboat emergency stops I have ever seen.

Stratton Stop is often a hive of activity as there is a hire boat base here, as well as lots of moored private boats and a boatyard. Friday is obviously a change-over day for this fleet because there were boats stacked 2 or 3 deep, whilst being cleaned, fuelled and

serviced. Stretton Stop gets its name from the narrow section here. This was used to house gates to hold back water if there was a problem with the embankment that was created here as part of the straightening. It was also used to gauge boats passing along the canal so that the right toll, based on weight carried, could be charged. The narrow section is now bridged by a small swing bridge, which can catch the unwary boater out. The narrow section before the bridge isn’t long enough to fit a 57ft boat. Also, you need to be on the non-towpath side to operate the bridge, which means, if you are single handed, you have to walk down the side of the boat to get off. So I approached with a slight sense of trepidation, which was completely removed when a one of the staff of Rose Narrowboats kindly opened the bridge for me. Thank You Whoever You Are – you disappeared before I could say thanks in person (first Marillion reference – I said I would manage it).

Typical North Oxford Cast Iron Bridge over disused arm

Along the North Oxford, you come across a lot of these attractive cast iron bridges manufactured at the Horseley Iron Works in Birmingham. Again, they are a consequence of the straightening work. This cut out many extravagant loops of canal from the mainline. But many of these sections also served import canal customers, so they needed to remain connected. Where the loop leaves the canal on the towpath side, a bridge was needed. A great example of early “mass” manufacture.

As you approach Ansty, other, faster modes of transport begin to intrude. First is the M6. It passes over the canal on a high bridge, and is a constant source of noise. My family knows I am a fan of the juxtaposition picture. I always try to capture the comparison between canal travel and other more hurried modes. They are almost always less than successful. A static picture can’t convey the noise or the movement and just ends up looking like a boring photo of trucks and a bridge. So here is a boring picture of trucks and a bridge. Take it from me, that’s a fast section of canal (4mph is possible if you want) and that’s often a fast section of road. Immediately after the bridge there was another opportunity for a juxtaposition shot. The railway line comes to with just a few metres of the canal and follows the line of the canal for nearly a mile. A great opportunity to capture a shot of a speeding Virgin train in the same frame as a speeding narrowboat. Trains were coming thick and fast, one every couple of minutes. Well I kept trying, but the dog kept getting in the shot, and the boat still needed steering, and those trains are fast. By the time I realised I could slow the boat down to tick-over, and I remembered that the camera had a motor-drive mode that would take 5 shots in quick succession, there was a pause in the train schedule. When the pause was over, the railway was further away and behind some high bushes. Typical. It’s hard to take shots of trains from the back of a moving boat with an affectionate roof-dog.

Now I am moored in Ansty and looking forward to Heather’s visit tomorrow. Now, let’s go and explore some of those footpaths that are on the map I just printed out with my new printer.