On Tuesday afternoon we finally made it into our mooring at Market Harborough. We had several bumps and scrapes along the way, mainly owing to the wind. Some of the paintwork just above the waterline has taken a battering.
Ah well, it wouldn’t be a real narrowboat without some scrapes.
Here is Froth lying in her berth:
Notice how she projects beyond the line of the other boats. At 67′, we are the longest boat in the wharf. Which means our ‘conservatory’ gets uninterrupted views all around!
Union Wharf looks pretty at night, with all the boats lit up for Christmas:
And there are lots of friendly people here. We quickly found ourselves chatting to several couples.
But, let’s rewind… the last instalment of the blog saw us battling through some tough locks and Saddington tunnel to arrive at a night mooring in the wild Leicestershire countryside.
The next day started relatively calmly, so we were able to make good progress.
Rosie is getting more confident every day. She is now able to stand on the roof unaccompanied.
You can see from the state of her paws how much she is enjoying running along a muddy towpath!
It took us about half an hour to reach Foxton Locks and the start of the Market Harborough arm of the Grand Union Canal, Leicester Branch.
The arm has a couple of swing bridges, one by the base of Foxton Locks:
The Harborough Arm is a beautiful section of canal. Louise really enjoyed an extended period of lock free cruising:
On arrival, we celebrated with champagne!
Wednesday was spent doing a hundred and one jobs. Louise’s orders had built up, so it was urgent to get to work.
Andy spent the day doing engine maintenance and other boat stuff, and assembling these two recliners (with footstools, just visible between the two chairs):
They are fabulously comfortable, but putting them together from flat-pack was very hard work! They needed to be flat-packed chairs because normal sizes won’t pass through the cabin doors.
At the end of the day, we packed up and cleaned the boat. We prepared the various systems for winter, exchanged phone numbers with our new neighbours, and headed back to the house. We were so sad to leave.
It has been a challenging trip, and we are very glad to have had lots of past boating experience. Without that, we probably would not have made it, because the conditions were really tough at times, especially the wind and the damaged locks. But this is life as we like to experience it, connected with one another and the elements. The house is nice, but it is so … insulated.
Froth on the Daydream is now floating in her mooring, awaiting our return. Phase 1 of the life plan is complete. The next phase is to sell the house, starting after Valentine’s Day (Louise’s busiest period). Meanwhile, it’s back to a different kind of reality…