Every year there used to be the Tameside Canals Festival on the second weekend in July. I decided to leave my hair and beard uncut until then and get sheared at the festival for sponsorship. As the months passed by I started to look like an old testament prophet.
Plans for the festival weekend became complicated when one of my nephews arranged to get married in Somerset on the Saturday of the festival weekend.
I was living aboard Hazel at the time. She was becoming increasingly difficult to keep afloat. Three days before the Canals Festival she sank. This was both distressing and embarrassing. We really didn't want a sunken boat while the festival was on.
When I was at Ellesmere Port many years ago we had a friendly arrangement with the Fire Brigade. They would turn up with pumps, raise the boat and put it down as training.
Nevertheless, I gathered together what pumps I could and hoped for the best.
On the Friday we set up our stall ready. Early in the morning I clad myself in the poshest clothes I could find and set off in the van. I got there in good time to see Robert and Marie wed, but had to be very careful about alcohol consumption at the reception afterwards.
The cab in that old Transit had comfortable seats to sleep on and the sun was quite bright by the time I woke. I drove home, over the high moorland way, and changed into my scruffs.
When I reached Portland Basin I was pleased to see that there was a fire engine on the wharf. They usually put in an appearance at the festival to promote their charity work.
Even better, I knew one of the firemen. I asked if they'd help us to raise the boat. They couldn't wait to get started. Immediately portable pumps were set up and hoses rolled out from the appliance.
Ashton Packet Boat Co lent us their Coventry Godiva pump but it was reluctant to work at first,
We were nearly there when a problem cropped up. It was the end of the firemen's shift. They had to return to the station and hand over to another group of firefighters. Most of the water was out but she was still not sitting high enough to stop some serious leaks. The fire brigade were the only ones with equipment that would pump down to the last few inches. If they left immediately there was a real danger that she would go down again, I persuaded them to hang on for another ten minutes. By then we were able to handle the remaining water with a 12 volt submersible pump.
The fire brigade left. I stood on the wharf, soggy and dripping, wondering about my next move.
I was secured to a chair in front of our stall. Spider's wife ( sorry, her name was recorded in a cluster of brain cells that are now deceased) had volunteered for the mammoth task of shearing me.
The sharp eyed may have noticed a boat in the background called Squeers. Why anyone would name their boat after the unscrupulous proprietor of Dotheboys Hall School escapes me. Anyway the owner of that boat watched our boat raising. He also observed some inebriated spectators drinking strong lager from cans and, for some reason, thought they were part of our crew. That evening he went on to a waterways forum and railed against the Wooden Canal Boat Society, saying that we were a load of drunken layabouts and if we ever got that boat restored he'd show his whatsit on the town hall steps.
(photo by John Tickner)
We're still waiting, and will wait in vain as I've been told that the gentleman concerned has since given an account of his wrongdoings to St Peter. It demonstrates the folly of jumping to conclusions, then going online and sharing them. Of course, it may have done our charity some reputational damage. I know it did when somebody spread a rumour that we were funding the boats by drug dealing. However silly the rumour, some people will believe it and pass it on.
People keep asking me when Hazel will be back in service. I had hoped by the end of the month, but, with only a week to go that's looking a bit unlikely. People wonder why it's taking so long. Here's my excuses.
1) I keep being diverted on to other tasks. It would be nice if there were more volunteers to do the other tasks. It would be even nicer if they were self organising volunteers. A lot of the time I end up spending more time explaining how to do a job, finding tools and materials and checking its being done properly than it would take me to do it myself. I'm also still spending a day every week running the shop so that Christine can have a much needed day off.
2) I'm doing the job properly and carefully. The electrical cupboard was rather thrown together when it was first made as we were under pressure to get the boat into service. Whilst getting the boat back into service is important now, I intend the work that I'm doing to outlast me. I reckon that Hazel will need a comprehensive renovation sometime around 2045. It should last until then. It's conceivable that I'll still be around then, aged 92, but I won't be doing much boatbuilding.
3) I'm insisting on having a day off every week. Well, sort of. I've chosen Wednesday, so that I can attend Latihan, but most Wednesdays I seem to spend catching up with office work and writing.
4) I put a brave face on it but I'm still not very well. I get tired easily. I put it down to Long Covid. Whatever it is, it's a blasted nuisance.
Anyway, having got my excuses in first, what have we been doing? Nessie has largely repainted the interior. Currently he's putting trims round the windows where we've bulked up the insulation (because of hot summers rather than cold winters). The trim is made of strips of copper cut from an old hot water tank that was donated as scrap. The extended central heating is nearly ready to be tested. The LiFePo batteries are now charging off the sun and running all the electrics. I'm just finishing off the woodwork around the electricity cupboard, which will now include shelf space for tools etc, and more accessible fuses, switches etc.
The windows.
The electrical cupboard.
I haven't been posting much because, well, nothing very exciting has happened. I've been plodding away at repairs and improvements to Hazel. Just lately this has mostly been in the electrical cupboard. This is under the foredeck and it's where the batteries and all the fuses and switches go. I was never very happy with it as the woodwork was rather thrown together (under pressure to get the boat finished) and the fuses etc were very inaccessible. The need to replace the batteries gave an excuse to rip it all out and do it better.
The new LiFePo batteries are now installed and charging nicely off the solar panels. The switches and fuses etc are being re-fitted in a much more ergonomic manner. There will actually be more storage space inside the cupboard too.
Joe the Tree Surgeon has finished docking his boat Benevolence at Guide Bridge and has tied her next to Hazel while he returns to Cumbria where he has work. He's looking to base himself aboard Benevolence half the time and try to get work around Greater Manchester.
Sorry! I'm afraid I haven't been posting much lately. To be honest, I've been a bit down and depressed. Usually irrepressibly optimistic, all I've been able to see is all the things that are wrong, starting with me, not having the energy that I used to have, and going out into the whole world, which seems to be increasingly run by psychopaths intent on destroying eveyrthing that is beautiful.
While my pessimism may be, as pesseimists always claim, mere realism, staying in that mindset is counter productive. You drive all the positive people away and find yourself surrounded with Eeyors.
Nevertheless, we've been making good use of the sunny weather to get on with work on the boats.
Work started on fitting Southam's missing top strake.
We started boarding Southam's Conversion.
Tony and Nessie got the plank fitted.
Unfortunately further stripping uncovered more problems with the conversion.
Tony has mostly been working on Forget me Not, particularly painting.
The sitting room window had been leaking on Hazel so that was taken out and refitted.
Joe the tree surgeon moved his boat Benevolence to Knowl St, Stalybridge. He winded above lock 7 and backed the rest of the way to the boatyard.
The electricity cupboard under Hazel's foredeck had to be stripped out. The wood was deteriorating and has to be replaced and the main batteries need renewing after 10 years. The opportunity is being taken to make it a bit more ergonomic as the switches and fuses used to be very inaccessible.
Nessie set to work removing the cabinside by the bathroom as some of the wood was getting soft.
The side bedroom window had been refitted and well sealed. Extra insulation was added to the inside.
The old AGM batteries had lasted well. They were removed from the boat to be replaced by LiFePo batteries.
The gaping hole in the side of the bathroom was a bit of a surprise for Helen when she came to stay.
But it's now been filled in.
I just got back from running a 2 day trip for care worker Laura. She has worked through the pandemic looking after elderly people with challenging behaviours. She deserves a break, and, thanks to the National Lottery Awards for All fund, we were able to give her one. Laura brought along her fiance, Philip, and their friend, Steve.
It's sometimes hard to find enough crew on weekdays and unfortunately one crew member dropped out at the last minute because of a headache. This left just me and Aaron to run the trip, though Nessie helped by raising the lift bridge as we set out.
There were no other boats moving, save for "Community Spirit 2" which followed us as far as Hyde.
The weather was intermittently raining as we travelled up the Peak Forest canal. We had to stop once to remove plastic from the propeller. The law of Sod kicked in as we approached Hyde Bank Tunnel. Having met no boats all the way from Ashton, one had just entered the tunnel coming the other way. We had to stop the pair in the shallow water and hold them there until it emerged.
At Marple the winding hole (canal speak for a place where you can turn round) was full of CRT maintenance boats, some of which we had to move in order to wind. Winding completed, we headed back over the aqueduct and tied just before Rose Hill 'tunnel'.
Aaron could have stayed in "Hazel"s back cabin, but he elected to return home by train instead. I retired to "Forget me Not"s cabin to do some much needed cleaning and tidying.
I woke early to lovely spring sunshine. Steve had been up all night fishing.
Hyde Bank tunnel was opened out over 100 years ago but is still known as a tunnel.
Aaron arrived on his bike and we set out for the return trip at the agreed time of 10AM. Steve had expressed an interest in joining us as a volunteer, so Aaron showed him how to steer "Hazel", a task that he took to like a duck to water. Once I was satisfied with Steve's abilities I was able to hand the motor boat over to Aaron and hop off on to the towpath to take some photos,
Back at Portland Basin we stopped on the aqueduct to unload our guests before battling a vicious wind to put the boats back in their place abreast of "Lilith".
Here's what Laura wrote in the visitors book;-
"Have had an amazing time on our trip on Hazel. Can't believe how much fun it is being towed by another boat, but what an experience!!! Chris and all the staff involved with this experience deserve a medal, and they are so attentive, friendly and go out of their way to make sure you enjoy your trip. Definitely would recommend the Well Being Boat. Top class."
I can't speak for anyone else but I'm not keen on medals. It's enough for me to see people enjoying all the different aspects of what we do, whether it's using "Hazel", working at the boatyard, running the shop, going on recycling trips (if and when we re-start them) or just enjoying watching the boats go by. These boats are special. They, and the activities around them, help people to live better lives. What we need now is more help from the wider waterway community to keep this whole project running.
I'm disappointed! I was promised something that would
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man!
What's actually happening is that it's a bit breezy and it's raining on and off. A sort of normal
winter day in Ashton really.I actually postponed a trip because of the weather warnings.
This, it seems, is Storm Eunice. She was supposed to be far worse
than Storm Dudley. I was at the Knowl St boatyard with Cheryl Dinsdale when Dudley struck on
Thursday. He at least got us soaked and blew things about a bit. When I got back to Portland Basin
I found that "Lilith"s cloths had blown off. Nessie has since put them back on.
I haven't taken any photos for a while, so, here's a nice picture of
"Lilith" on a sunny day. Photo by Jay Jengba.
Tomorrow we have wellbeing guests arriving for a trip up the Peak Forest canal to Marple aqueduct. We'll stay there overnight then come back on Monday. Me and Aaron have spent most of the day cleaning and sorting her out after her use as a film location. We took her over the Tame aqueduct to charge her batteries at the workshop of Dixon & Smith (Motor Engineers) in Dukinfield. She goes there by people power, on this occasion me and Aaron. The reason they built canals was that they enabled huge loads to be moved for very little energy expenditure. "Hazel" weighs about 20 tons but she's no problem for us to move.
Aaron keeps warm and dry in his new dayglo ski suit.
After "Queen"s latest submarine adventure Nessie has got back to work concreting the bottom. This has involved a lot of shifting around of stuff inside. Some of it was rubbish and is being got rid of. Some of it is firewood and has gone to Stalybridge for cutting. Other stuff is useful or saleable. Once she's sorted out and reliably floating we can make good use of the space inside. It's all part of the WCBS getting sorted out after several years of drifting. We need more volunteers though, particularly people who are organisers rather than those who need to be organised.
Nessie emerges with bags of gunge out of the bilge.
"Southam" is one of our younger boats, built by Walkers of Rickmansworth as a butty in 1936. She finished carrying work in 1962 and in 1965 was motorised and converted. She had a second life as a pleasure boat and residential craft until she sank on Braunston Puddle Banks in 1992. We bought her off British Waterways who had raised her and taken her to Hillmorton, where she sank again. After carrying out some repairs she housed a series of live in caretakers and did lots of work towing on recycling trips and on an epic trip to Lincoln to collect timber for "Hazel".
Various repairs have been carried out over the years. She's the best of our unrestored boats. In 2019 we replaced most of one side. 2020 was supposed to be the year when we sorted out the falling apart cabin, but because of that nasty virus, 2020 didn't really happen.
The engine fitted in 1965, a 3.8 litre BMC Commodore, was pretty much worn out, but a similar engine, hardly used. was donated by Tameside College. Stephan, our engineer has rebuilt it and transferred the marinising parts.
Now work has slowly restarted on the boat. Nessie has been armour plating the stern end ready to receive the engine.
This will give the stern end the strength to carry on until we have the resources to rebuild it.
Today I went off in "Namaste" the trusty Land Rover to Whiteheads timber reclamation yard, on Coalpit Lane in Bardsley. I prefer to use reclaimed timber, partly to avoid waste, but also because it's often better than new stuff. I had a long chat with the boss who, like everyone else and his dog it seems, is thinking of moving on to a boat.
They hadn't got much in but I managed to get these excellent boards for cabin building.
Because there's so much else to do it will probably take a long time to get "Southam" up and running. When she is back in service she'll be able to give "Forget me Not" a rest from towing "Hazel" and "Lilith", She'll be able to provide accomodation for volunteers who want to stay and will be able to fly the WCBS flag at waterway events. One possibility is to kit her out as a floating craft shop. All we need now is time, money and skilful volunteers.