leaving crick . turn left at norton junction, and head for home , i am doing one mile per hour still and i must find a solution to this , i pull into a marina , and phone jim , i was given his number , we dont say " jim will fix it "any more but i hope he can , he turns up within two hours , prior to this "slope gives me a lift to the petrol station i am running low , thanks slope , his real name is "hill ". suzuki needs a good looking at so no good there , so i ask jim him to have a look at "honda " , quarter of an hour later and " honda five is alive " , bless her socks , clogged up water intake , i almost cried , we are back on the water and heading for home , minus the suzuki. next up is the foxton flight , thirteen locks all linked together, the lockies refuse to let me help , they are sympathetic to macmillan , i get an arm chair ride , thanks lads , at the bottom of these locks is a pub called bridge 61 , run by dave and owned by a gentle giant called sam , plus scotty , sue and humphrey entertain me all night , i am not allowed to buy a drink, not only generous to a man but bloody good company , truely i did not want to leave that place , the icing on the cake , i am invited to use the shower in the morning , wow !. back to humphrey , his claim to fame is that he had a barbecue on a canoe , ruined his new jacket , plus his dog did not want to get on board , i use this episode so you can imagine what kind of evening i had , it was mental . another tunnel , it began with an "s" , 808 metres long , easy , half way through and honda stalls ,this engine hates the dark i think , i have picked up a great lump of weedy mass , no power , pitch black , i have to leave the light at the front , i just dont fancy twenty tons of narrow boat ploughing through me , out we come , nothing seems to bother me any more , except rain. then its mile afer mile of locks , and field after field of sheep , its getting dark , at the point of giving up and up pops the " navigation " at kilby bridge , thank the lord. i update and get a meal , i did it again , nothing all day . sat . revenge is sweet , as i woke up this morning i sneezed ,and it frightened a coot that had boarded during the night , bloody good job. i meet a nice chap called jack , we buddy up for a few locks , its easier , then it pissed down , i mean it really rained a lot , we seek refuge, and that was the end of our progress that day , not because of the rain but because we met peter and linda corbett , nice people ,between us we managed to talk from twelve untill eleven at night , dinner and pub in between , thanks linda for cooking for us all , and thanks to the cricketers arms in leicester some where . what a great way to while away a day , must have done four miles . sunday . we have the gaul to nag until ten , again , but then me and jack get motoring , i am meeting sam and co some where but when you are on the river you dont always have a clue where you are , so i said to sam i am north of leicester , the bugger found us at the white horse in bistall , before i told him my location, he fluked it , jammy sod. a meal with sam and co , they get a ride on the boat and they sod off , a smashing family i am blessed with. a guy waved me down and asked how honda was , my engine has celebrity status, i am upstaged. enough is enough , you must be weary of this by now , i am , guess where , in a firkin pub.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 20:11:52 +0000
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