All that worrying about travelling through Stoke was unfounded.
I couldn't get out of bed on Friday until about 11.30am! Having made up my mind better not to attempt the deep locks in Stoke whilst exhausted I stayed where I was. Good plan in the end as a narrowboater who I know from Spode House came out of Stoke and moored up behind me. I invited him on board for coffee and in the end he helped adjust my tv aerial through 90 degrees and fixed my shower/bath diverter. He also gave me hints on where to moor in Stoke and Manchsester. And which locks in Stoke were a bit fierce and which were pussy cats.
At the first lock (really deep one) I knew it was in my favour so nosed straight in, collected up my rope and windlass and started mountain climbing.
A lad leaned down (he had already shut the gates for me) and took the windlass off me. He was gentle with the paddles as he knew what it was like since he used to canoe up and down the flight using his mother as lock wheeler. His girlfriend had never seen a lock in action and was fascinated with the whole process. Once all the paddles were up he handed the windlass back and as I went out the lock he closed the gate behind me. They carried on walking up the towpath ahead of me but then he came back to say the next one was against me so I had to moor up.
They helped me again with this lock always handing the windlass back after every operation.
As we parted company for the last time he said.
"See all Stokies are not bad people!"
I can safely say they were a lovely couple.
Initially I thought 'ooh nice flats overlooking the canal wonder how much they are' then I thought perhaps I wouldn't like to live there - see all the rat catching devices?
Bw bollards? Now they are really taking the mickey.
Yesterday I wiped the boat down prior to meeting an old university friend of my Dad's to take him through Harecastle Tunnel. I wanted it to look relatively clean. Also a good firtle inside.
I moored at Westport Lake and Rob had a trip out on his motorbike to see me for tea and biscuits.
and no I didn't let him steer through the tunnel!
I may let him steer when we meet again at Bosley Locks (he wants to help me through them and who am I to complain?)