Wednesday 12th August 2020
After a night that was more African Queen than Up The Junction ( Arms – pub – geddit?) we got up slowly and enjoyed a fry-up taken on the cratch table.
We then took a little ‘cruisette’ deeper into Tring cutting and moored up in the deep dark shade offered by the large trees there-in. Cap’n Jannock then took on the role of galley-fitter-outer. In this temperature, the fridge has really struggled so some ventilation holes were drilled into the work surface above to provide better convection of cool bilge air up past the heat radiator on the back. The holes in the floor were drilled many years ago during the last on-board heatwave. He then cut out a bit more of the end panel of the sink unit to allow better side access and install another shelf within.
DIY completed, we set off in sunshine and rain, it is British summertime after all, no matter how odd times are. We pulled over above Cowroast lock for water bemoaning the boats moored at NO MOORING signs for both winding and water points. Once the water tank was full, Graham prepared the lock but as we moved off a storm blew in pushing Jannock’s bows across the canal and jamming her between a boat on the long term mooring opposite and the inconsiderate sod moored in the winding hole. There was no where to go, she was jammed solid. Joining a mooring rope to the end of the centre line allowed Graham to pull her back across against the wind and assist getting into the lock. We got through the lock and tied up above Dudswell locks just as the storm struck full-on. Don’t want to do that again – fair put the whirl into whirlwind.
After dinner, we moved off again and made our way down to Northchurch where we moored below the lock, amongst the houses that shield the canal from the railway and main road. ///torn.lurching.deserved
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