After 4 years of breakdowns, engine failures, a global pandemic and family issues, I couldn’t help but wonder what curve ball this trip would throw at us.
Category Archives: Travels with NB Harebell
Time to introduce the boat to the newest member of the family….
Boating in late August can be a mixed bag – who knows what the British weather will decide?
On this occasion, it all worked out beautifully.
Waking up in Huddersfield has its advantages – Not least of which is the large Sainsbury’s just opposite.
Being in such close proximity to the Pennines, always means that the weather is subject to rapid change. From last night’s early evening cruise in the sunshine and my ramblings about our efforts to stay cool in the baking sun, we woke to the sort of drizzle that comes and goes as the clouds drift….
17 Locks and Tuel Lane. They say that the best laid plans go awry. Last night I realised that we would not have enough time to get to Todmorden, mooch about and then get back to Lemonroyd in time for Thursday. Cue much discussion and wondering. By the time we’d woken this morning, we felt….
Phew! A scorcher today – As far as we were able, we started off a bit earlier in order to beat the heat – Still hot going though!
As has been the case on many trips just lately, the desire for an early start was nowhere to be seen, so we lazed in bed for a little longer. We finally left our sunny moorings at 10 am and the boys set to getting Harebell through a few locks whilst I waited for the….
After arriving at the marina fairly late in the day, we only got as far as Woodnook lock as darkness approached: We tucked on the end of the lock moorings and settled down for the night. is the case when one moors up at night, there is not a lot of awareness about one’s surroundings……However….
By our standards these last few trips, we had another early start. We were booked through the Tinsley flight at 8.45/9am and were a good 45 minutes away in the basin. We left at 8am and headed northwards. This time I took a few pictures of the Tyler Wilson boatyard and as we were passing….
Another sunny day and we pressed on. We were in striking distance of Lemonroyd and were full of discussion about whether to keep going all day and spend the night in our new berth or to stop somewhere on the way and finish the rest of the trip in the morning and head home as….
A new stretch of waterway is always a great reason to get up and get going in the morning, and today was no exception. We had yet more lift bridges to do – they were all different- a big learning curve!!
All geared up for our trip, 6am came around surprisingly quickly. Aware that James and I would be spending at least 5/6 hrs inside the boat with no way to step off, we snuggled in bed for a little longer and let Marcus, at 6.30am sharp, carry on with getting Harebell down to Keadby. We….
Once the Witham, the drains and surrounding area had been explored, we decided that it was time to move moorings- We’d had a great time on Lincolnshire’s river but wanted to explore new territory. So began much research and a dash up the A1 to the Leeds area to investigate. Whilst up there, I found….
Having arrived at Fiskerton on Friday night and found the moorings completely empty, we happily claimed a mooring spot. We’d not been up here since we brought Harebell back in August, but it was just as lovely and peaceful as we’d remembered. The weather this morning was not co operating and the sky was overcast,….
Although the Witham river levels had given us some cause for concern recently and Harebell had spent a lot of time on the bottom of the river, we needn’t have worried about getting wedged on the bottom. Granted, she had been “floatier” but, with the sun shining and the twinkly Witham calling us on, we….
Moorings on the Witham and her associated navigable drains are peaceful, quiet and dark and this one as no exception.We were moored next to a railway line, but this is Lincolnshire and I don’t remember a train passing after 9pm last night and none to disturb our peaceful Sunday either. Mindful of our 1pm deadline….
Another goregous morning at Antons Gowt and the Witham looked all sparkly and inviting towards Boston. However, for myself, I chose the harder task of running the path between AG & Boston. (Ran a Personal Best of 3km in 30mins and 12 seconds, however I digress) When I arrived at Boston, Harebell was already moored….