A week vanished

It has been an extraordinarily busy and enjoyable week. I only know what day it is because of a meal during a visit to the Pyewipe Inn.

It all started with electrical problems this time. The alternative energy supply works but the engine wont charge the batteries. I spoke to Andy and discussed the situation and by the end of the conversation was no wiser as to what to do to fix it. ‘Can Abz come to visit earlier than planned ‘ I grovelled. So Abz arrived on the Thursday afternoon. While Abz and Mummy went off to spend Daddies money in the shops in Lincoln Andy and I repaired to the hole with an engine in it to check out the wiring.

A few hours later we were no further on and by the time of the return of the intrepid shoppers could find nothing amiss. I did find the source of the diesel smell which was a leaking seal on the pump that had been taken out to check the rack moving. I asked Bob if he could get the seal and have a look at the electric side.

We stayed in Lincoln that night and with the roller rink sitting right in the middle of the city next to the canal it seemed a waste not to use it. This was Abz first go on the roller skates and she was spending more time lying down than standing up. Soon however she was whizzing around and having a whale of a time. This was the second best day in her life I was told when she went to bed.

We left the mooring early on Friday and headed for Saxilby to meet up with Bob. On the way I thought there was weed around the prop and pulled in to get at the weed hatch. At this point Abz and I fell out for a short while. As I had jumped on to the bank to pull the boat in to tie up she walked along the gunwale. She got shouted at to get back in. we were soon friends again when I explained that mummy would not be pleased with me if she was squished between the boat and bank.

Bob turned up and with the right gear for the job checked the wiring and the wires that should be carrying current – were and those that shouldn’t – weren’t. After a few more check it turned out that the movement of the engine during the service had disturbed a connection on the batteries and this was soon put right.

We spent all day at Saxilby and would have moved back to Lincoln for Abz to have another go on the rink but for the fact that the ships cat took shore leave – again. He likes the moorings here and it took a whole tin of tuna for Abz to entice him back on board. He received a days stoppage of leave. Just like defaulters of long ago. It gave Abz time to have a bit of exploring on the mooring.

As we left Saxilby there was a load of sirens going off and flashing blue lights. When we had passed under the road bridge we discovered the reason for them. A nasty accident on the road. You don’t get many of those when you are speeding along the canal at 4 mph.

Finally moved back to Lincoln and met up with my favourite hitch-hiker who was with her daughter Laurie. Abz was soon encouraging her to go roller skating and delight of delights Abz had a friend on the rink with her. She has the hang of skating now and this time hardly fell at all.

We spent Sunday out and about in Lincoln and Abz had her third go at her new hobby. The rink may be a brilliant way of keeping the youngsters busy but it is hardly over used. She isn’t able to go backwards yet but really nips about this time.

Soon back on the boat and heading for the Pyewipe for Abz to go home. Things are always cropping up in Lincoln. This time we passed the live music being performed outside the Barge restaurant on the Brayford.

By the end of the weekends Abz does get just a little tired and will snooze anywhere. The last time she did this it was snowing and the cover was slid shut but the warmth from the engine was just right.

Even while she is tired she has surpluse energy and goes of running along the bank at a drop of a hat.

The boat becomes a different place entirely once she has left and it is not for the better. While she is here it is in chaos but what chaos. I shall spend some time getting back to normality. This I am finding very hard to do at the moment. I must be getting too old for all this.

By Tuesday it is back to Lincoln and getting in the mood for lunch tomorrow. I have had what must be a dozen emails from Syd to remind me of the time and date. Sat in the bows and the mobile goes off. A call from Jude ‘where are you?’ near Stamp End says I. Me too says she. I have decided that one of the best things to do on the canal is to pick up a hitch hiker. You really meet the nicest of people. A very agreeable end to the evening.

On Wednesday I am dragged kicking and screaming to lunch at the Pyewipe and “I didn’t want to go”. (you need to be a Max Boyce fan). I arrived early and with in minutes was enjoying the company of a very nice group of people from the Sellwood Group from Horncastle. There were 15 of us altogether and sat out enjoying the beautiful day by the canal. The meal was perfect and the vegetables cooked just so.

We couldn’t get everyone on the boat for a trip but after a bit of a shuffle we had a number on board and a couple of cars heading for Saxilby. Others will have a trip as we can fix it up. A nice steady chug in brilliant sunshine and a cup of tea thanks to Heidi made for a real chill out trip. We soon arrived and found Syd and Jimmy waiting. What took them ten minutes took us an hour and a half.

Stayed the night and got the boat ready for the seal to be fitted and when completed not a drop of diesel leaked off – great.

Shortly afterwards Jim and June arrived as they travelled from the Edinburgh Festival to the wedding at Morton. We soon put the world in its place and being thirsty work I was dragged yet again to the pub for a pint. A few hours of delightful company and chat soon went. Niece Emily gets married on Friday. may it be a wonderful day for her.

Success!!

During Fridays visit we finished checking every thing that could be checked. Grr as my favourite hitch-hiker says!

Bob came out of the engine room and this time he started the engine to see if we had done any good. Engine started and I mentioned to Bob that the water under the exhaust didnt move and there was no smoke coming out. I dived into the engine and disconnected the exhaust. Started the engine and away it went with smoke every where. It seems that the exhaust was blocked enough to let the engine run but not enough to speed up.

I dismantled the system and the box looked fine and I could put a pole through all the pipes so they were clear. The only bit that left was the box itself.

Over the weekend Bob picked up exhaust box and took it back to the workshop. Going much further than can be expected of him he then brought it back on Sunday morning for me to reconnect.

The box itself seems to be rather complicated inside and absolutely no way of getting inside to check it out.

Bob cut it up and the problem was the small holes through which gases go. They are not small any longer!! Blown through with high pressure air and welded back together it now works perfectly.

On Sundays on the canal the kayaks come out. As many as four times during the day there are large numbers of children really enjoying themselves. In the picture they are starting to line up for a race to the road bridge.

Monday morning - early - I reconnected the exhaust and all the other bits and pieces. By the time I finished Bob arrived as he was as interested as I was on how it would go. We were expecting loads of black smoke but as you can see there was very little evidence of a problem.

I am now at Saxilby for fuel and water.

I meet a large number of lovely people while I was stuck at the Uni. It became embarrassing when the helmsman of the Brayford Belle would hang out of the bridge and ask about the engine.

The last people to arrive had recently moved to Blue Water Marina - the home of Lady Piper that was.

I hope that I will be able to keep in touch with one or two of the nicest people I know.

I'm getting Notorious

Word gets out. Boats are coming onto the Foss/Witham pre-warned to look out for the narrowboat at the visitor moorings with the Feel Free to Moor Alongside notice in the window. Lincoln, at the moment, seems to be incapable of encouraging boaters to visit by not having moorings available. There are just three at the university and I take up one of those. Hence the notice in the window. Its embarassing just sitting here on a 24 hour mooring.

In relation to the above. nb Blue Toad was alongside the other night and heard about my woes. The following day an engine at the houses over the canal was heard to throttle up a bit on the loud side and out dashes the Australian crew on Blue Toad to congratulate me - big grins all round.

Even the crew of the Brayford Belle have started asking how the engine is coming along.

Last night it was the turn of nb Aliss to come alongside. Today while I was away shopping they left the mooring and on my return there was a lovely note from Alan and Sheila thanking me for letting them moor. There are still nice people about and I keep bumping into them.

We can now lift and move the engine in 30 minutes. Everyone but everyone is totally stumped as to the the problem. Bob the mechanic has contacted a local workshop that deals with Deutz engines and dealers in Daventry and Scotland. They have all said that what has been done is identical to the work they would have carried out and that 999 times out of 1000 it is the governor spring that has come loose or is broken. We know it is neither of these but Bob now thinks that perhaps the throttle connection into the engine might be stuck in the off position. This is the job for Friday. He is rethinking his promise to get me moving for Christmas :-). Generally we are now running out of straws to clutch at.

Booming Again

In connection with booming in Lincoln Naughty-Cal mentioned the industry that is in Lincoln. This brought to mind the metalworkers down near Stamp End Lock. They had a very large hydraulic hammer that made heck of a loud noise. Could this be the source of the booming sound.

The Lincoln Booming

Captain Ahab has asked the question "What is the booming sound that appears at the University Moorings?"

I am unsure if it is the same noise but occasionally, and it is usually in the early hours of the morning, a noise is heard but this is just the sound of the swans making an early breakfast of the weed growing on the hull of the boat. It sounds quite loud and not a bit like something that can be blamed on a bird. But I have watched them during the day when the sound is made.

Anyone else have an answer?

So Far - So Good - ish

After lots of toing and froing the engine is tightened up and back together.

It is then slide back into position and dropped down onto its mounts. I will bolt these down over the weekend.

The engine started but wasn't very happy. The fuel system needs to be bleed throughout to ensure the fuel is right around the system.

During the afternoon on Saturday a not seen very often boat came into view. There was not much wind but he made his way slowly down the canal. It was not a total success as the Brayford Belle appeared and he had to get the oars out to get out of the way. Steam doesn't give way to sail on the canal .

Later the Sea Cadets went past in a whaler of sorts. If I remember right the whaler at Ganges had five oars.

Evening settled down and quietness descended.