In the morning Liz and Peter, her husband joined us, having cycled from Portland Basin. Kim met us at the locks. As Liz had been getting good at handling the motor boat I suggested that she take "Forget me Not" ahead up the locks with Kim's assistance while the rest of us followed on with the butty, taking turns at bowhauling between locks.
As we were working up Marple locks there was some concern about the locks being closed through lack of water. They were indeed closed at 3 PM but we were told they would re-open at 3 on Monday.
We met the final downhill boat in the short pound below the top lock. There were some problems getting the bowhauling line past the rooftop flower beds on the other boat and, in the process, it snagged on the timberhead. In trying to sort this out Aaron lost his balance and fell into "Hazel"s fore end, breaking one of the benches, but luckily he was unhurt. Aaron is widely believed to be indestructible!.
The boats spent the night breasted up on the lock landing at the head of the locks as there were not going to be any lock users for the time being. The fuel delivery boat "Alton" appeared out of the Macclesfield canal and turned towards Whaley Bridge.
Promptly at 8AM in the morning Darren Shepherd arrived on his bike. We set off with Aaron steering the motor, Darren on the butty and me walking ahead to work the swing and lift bridges. With the low water levels "Forget me Not" struggled to get through some of these.
The upper Peak Forest runs on a ledge high up on the side of the Goyt valley with lovely views across into the hills of Derbyshire.
The Goyt valley reminds me of a huge scenic model railway as different lines built long ago by competing companies appear and disappear and pop out of tunnels. From the canal the distant trains look like they are 00 scale.
Our target for the day was Bugsworth Basins, where once limestone was loaded into boats from the horse powered Peak Forest Tramway. https://canalrivertrust.org.uk/places-to-visit/bugsworth-basin https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peak_Forest_Tramway
It was the birthday of one of our guests and I had recommended to them the Navigation inn at Bugsworth. M and I had a very pleasant meal there a few years ago. We arrived at about 1.30 PM and they booked a meal for the evening. Unfortunately they weren't impressed.
I had a 'phone crisis. My mobile 'phone, essential for organising crew, was nearly out of power but my 12 volt charger had stopped working. Tesco didn't have a replacement so I had to don my mask and head home by train. M made me a quick meal while I charged the 'phone, then I got the train back, replacement charger in my bag.
On Monday morning we winded, with some difficulty, in the muddy basins. An attempt to fill "Hazel"s water tank failed because a vital hose connector had gone missing.
The water crisis was partly because of lack of rain, partly because of the extra boat movements because people can't holiday abroad, but largely because Todbrook reservoir is out of use after it's near collapse last year. At Whaley Bridge huge pumps were in use to lift water from the river into the canal.
The return trip to Marple was a little easier as the level had come up an inch or so overnight, but we still stemmed up a couple of times. Joan Wainwright joined us at Furness Vale, having timed her arrival by train impeccably. As she walked off the station platform she could hear the chug of "Forget me Not"s engine as the boats approached.
I had been concerned about getting "Hazel"s batteries charged, a constant preoccupation whilst on a long trip. I partially charged them from the generator at Bugsworth, but I don't like doing this. I'd rather plug in and get a full charge up. My thought was that it might be possible to take her into Marple Marina for a charge, so we tried to stop near the entrance. Our attempt to breast up was stymied by the motor boat becoming embroiled in deep mud. We let the butty drift on and Aaron tied her with her bows in but her stern half way across the cut because of the shallow water.
I did the same with the motor.
I walked round to the marina but found that what used to be the marina office was now part of a private house. There were no services, just private moorings. On my way I passed boats and CRT volunteers awaiting the 3PM lock re-opening.
Once more I had to go off to sort other things out. I'd left the van at Romiley but it was required by the shop the following day. I cycled down the towpath to collect it. Passing the head of the locks I saw the boats were still there, despite it being well past 3. Re-opening had been postponed until at least Thursday.
I collected the van and drove to Ashton, had my tea with M again then left it at Portland basin and got the train back to Marple.
In the morning we woke to Autumn mist,
The extended lock closure meant a change of plan. I decided to head off down the Macclesfield canal in search of a plug in. This too is a lovely waterway. Our guests actually preferred it to the Peak Forest.
We eventually found our source of electricity at Bollington Wharf, and took the opportunity to top up "Forget me Not"s fuel tanks too.
For some reason my laptop had not charged from the inverter as we traveled along the canal. I needed to communicate with future guests and possible crew so, after cooking and eating a meal, I moved the motor over to the towpath (the wharf gates were locked) and went in search of a pub.
I don't recall when I last entered a pub, but it was before the lockdown, possibly last year. As I searched for a suitable hostelry I met a tall, posh, enthusiastic lady who recommended the Cock & Pheasant. This turned out to be halfway to Macclesfield (or so it seemed). It seemed to be more of a restaurant than a pub. They asked me what I wanted (a pint and a plug socket please). After a brief pause while the receptionist pretended to look, I was told that they were very busy (didn't look it) and had no tables near plug sockets available. I suspect I simply fell into the category of undesirable customer.
As I trudged back I met the tall lady again. She was full of apologies. I walked halfway to Pott Shrigley (or so it seemed) in the other direction. I found the Holly Bush and was made very welcome. I followed the rules, signing in, sitting alone and paying by contactless card. I enjoyed my visit and my 2 pints of bitter, then walked back via a steep flight of stone steps from street to towpath level.
In the morning with fully charged batteries we winded in the rather tricky winding hole full of boats and had a pleasant journey back to Marple. The locks had re-opened early but it won't be possible for us to descend until Monday. We filled the water tank with the very slow tap, collected a bit of help for Monday, made friends with a boat dweller called Daz and tied breasted on the 48 hour moorings. Our guests got a lift back to Ashton with a friend.
