History

After several holidays in hire boats, we were keen to take the next step and buy a boat of our own. We thought it would be many years before we could afford it, perhaps by way of a timeshare first. However in 2017 my mother Eileen Secker sadly died at the age of 89. Her legacy enabled us to think about getting our dream boat straight away, and after flirting with the idea of a new build we decided to find a second-hand one which suited us, and where someone more experienced had made sensible choices. Eventually we found the Silver Kroner, bought her and renamed her in honour of Eileen, who would have very much enjoyed the joke embodied in the name.

Wednesday, 2 January 2019

Back to base


A nervous moment last night when I took the dogs out for their final tiddles. The Labradors stay on the leads now, after several late night incidents when they have taken themselves off for an explore in the dark. But Ruby doesn’t need this, she doesn’t move very fast, and she prefers to follow us at her own pace. It was very cold, and after we had walked out and back Bridget still hadn’t been, so we walked on past the boat in the other direction. After a while I looked back to check Ruby was still behind us, and saw to my horror that she had clearly decided that enough was enough and she had started to go aboard on her own – all I could see was the violet light on her collar as she started to totter up the slippery gangplank. I hurried back as fast as I could without losing the other three but Ruby reached the top of the gangplank and hopped off the end, happily onto the stern deck rather than into the canal. At that point I decided that Bridget could hold it in for the night, and we all went down below to bed.



Happily she was able to do so, and we had another undisturbed night, and got up at 8am. The night had been very cold, and there was a hard frost on the stern rails, as well as the grass on the towpath. The ropes were frozen hard when I came to unmoor, though that was more than two hours later, as we didn’t have very far to go. We cruised up about a mile and a half to Nantwich, and into the basin where the Navigation Narrowboat Company have their workshops. We tied up on a finger mooring, but then we realised we needed to be stern in to allow the dogs to get off. Matthew from the NNC showed us where to put her, so I had to reverse out, turn and reverse back in – happily it was a calm day and I was pleased with how it went.

Kate had come in Loulie’s car to collect us, so we loaded the dogs and as much luggage as we could and set off home. It was another lovely winter’s day with clear blue skies and bright sun, though obviously very cold, and we felt a real regret at leaving the canal for dry land. It will be three months or more before we can get back on the water again, and we can’t wait.

Today: 0.6 hours. 1.5 miles. 0 locks.Voyage: 14.6 hours. 26.5 miles. 9 locks.


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