Thursday, 21 October 2010
I've recently started the beginning stages redecorating our home. This involves clearing a alot of stuff out and also stripping wallpaper off walls.
I've also recently had an extremely horrible cold. You know, the kind that absolutely drains all the life out of you. I wanted to finish editing while I was down with this but I was so weak and drained, I didnt even have the energy to go online at all.
Even now, I am mostly over this stinking cold. I am so pleased to announce that I'm finally able to sleep through the night without waking up unable to breathe and coughing so hard I thought I'd break something inside. There is no more sneezing, wheezing, or coughing up toe bones. I just have an occasional cough now and then or a really good throat clearing.
Unfortunately, I'm having to turn up the tv quite loud and I am constantly being accused of yelling at family. Not intentionally mind you, but its because my ears are still clogged up. I can barely hear, I'm also still having dizzy spells which started last week. Dizzy spells are not good while stripping walls near the ceiling. Its been almost three weeks, since I got this!
I've also had some issues to deal with involving kids. You know how that goes. Kid has a problem, needs parental assistance. Yup, that's me! Especially, if they don't want to go to their Dad first! Just call me the Kid to Dad soundboard. I dont know how many times in the last couple months I've heard "How do you think Dad will react when I tell (or ask) him..."
So there you have it. I know it sounds like a bunch of excuses, but... it must seem like I've forgotten about this blog. I honestly haven't.
In the meantime, here's a little something I did for some friends on Twitter. We have a group of people who contribute pictures of pre-determined topics on Sundays for a Twitter blog. This past week's subject was "AudioBoo us your voice".
Well, I narrated a video instead. All the tree pictures are from this summer's two week holiday on the canals. Please bear in mind, my voice is a bit stuffy and squeaky due to the cold I've had and the video is purely amateurish as it was the first I've ever made of a slideshow.
If you'd like to see the blog, feel free to go take a look at Wombat's Sunday Pics. Don't forget to look in the Archives.
Thursday, 9 September 2010
Harecastle Tunnel is on the Trent & Mersey canal between Kidsgrove and Stoke-on-Trent and is the fourth longest tunnel (2676 meters, that’s 2926 yards or 1 and 3/4 mile long!) on the UK canal system.
It’s actually two separate parallel tunnels; one built by James Brindley between 1770 and 1779 and is no longer navigable. It had no towpath for horses so boaters were forced to leg their boats through. Legging it refers to one or more people laying on their sides or back on top of the narrow boat, planting their feet firmly against the wall of the tunnel and literally walking along the sides or top of the tunnel to propel the boat forward and thru to the exit. After a partial collapse due to subsidence Brindley's tunnel was closed in 1914. Since then, more of the tunnel has collapsed due to coal landing shafts caving in and is prone to flooding. Today, the tunnel is closed to everyone, including inspectors who stopped inspecting the tunnel in the 1960’s and is blocked off for safety reasons.
This is how two men legging a narrow boat through a tunnel would’ve looked. Picture was taken at another of one of the UK's canal tunnels, perhaps circa 1930’s?
If you’d like to see how going through a legging tunnel was back then, here is a modern day video. It shows how life on the canals would’ve been before the advent of diesel engines. Time approx. 8 minutes.
The one still in use today, was built by Thomas Telford in just three years and was completed in 1827. Originally when both tunnels were opened, one tunnel was used for northbound traffic while the other for southbound.
Now with only Telford's tunnel left, an electric tug was used to pull boats through until 1954. A large fan was introduced that year to aid in ventilation. The tunnel was closed from 1973 to 1977 to take the no longer in use towpath out and allow for even more of an air draft to be circulated in the middle of the tunnel. Today, the large fan still pulls most of the diesel engine exhaust fumes out of the tunnel from the south entrance after an airtight door is shut.
The Harecastle Tunnel is a one-way system, with attendants allowing groups of either northbound or southbound boaters in at one time. They allow time for each of the boats to go through permitting up to 2 hours before emergency services are called. It usually takes 30-40 minutes to pass through the tunnel.
Harecastle Tunnel. Brindley's Tunnel is on the right with the attendant standing in front of it while Telford's Tunnel is on the left. Picture taken by me, StarlitWolf on August 22nd, 2010 at the northern entrance.
There is also rumoured to be a ghost in the Harecastle Tunnel of a woman who was murdered, beheaded and her body thrown down a coal landing stage within the tunnel. The ghost is believed to be seen as either a headless woman or a white horse and if a boater or anyone else saw her it was believed to be the foretelling of a disaster in the mines. She is known as The Kidsgrove Boggart or as Kit Crewbucket. But actually Kit is related to another tunnel, the Chirk Tunnel on the Llangollen canal.
References: Wikipedia.com and canaljunction.com
"Legging It" Photo found on Trevor and Bill's Adventures Aboard NB Beau, archives May 2008
Video found on YouTube, submitted by philindi1001. Click here and see other related videos
Monday, 6 September 2010
We started at Aqueduct Marina on the Middlewich branch of the Shropshire Union canal where we rented a narrow boat for two weeks. Narrow boat Mary Gray was perfect for our needs. She is one of two narrow boats rented out by a small family owned company. Her maximum occupancy is 3; although I wouldn’t recommend it as she is 40 feet long and living space is quite cozy. It’s just the Mr and me on this trip, and so far we love it! This is going to be a Fabulous Vacation!
The Mary Gray on a narrow section of the Llangollen canal, but not in the Narrows that so many are warned about*. Yes, that’s me at the helm and yes, I’m in an ill-fitting jacket which I wore pretty much throughout the trip. Very Comfy!
Saturday morning we picked up Mary Gray and one of her owners, who showed us the boat, safety precautions and trained us how to drive her and what to do while going into and out of a lock. There are a lot of locks on the canals, a lot! He spent several hours with us showing us the ropes, if you will. He handed us our RYA inland waterways helmsman certificates of competence. Then he left us on our own to enjoy the rest of our holiday.
The RYA certificate puts us one step closer to being able to operate a boat on the canals of the rest of Europe which requires both RYA (Royal Yachting Association. Doesnt that sound fancy?) and ICC [International Certificate of Competence]certificates.
If you hire a narrow boat in the UK, you don't necessarily need the RYA certificate, but it would benefit you to have one. Most boat hire companies will tell you how you to handle the boat, the daily maintenance needed, how to tie ropes and how to go through a lock. Basic information and they are allowed to let you go. On our first hire boat trip, all this information took about 20 minutes and then we met the tutor at the lock an hour later to learn how to work it.
We spent the rest of the day going down the Middlewich branch of the Shropshire Union Canal and then turned to the right onto the Trent & Mersey and headed toward Kidsgrove. The morning and most of the afternoon was very cloudy with a few bits of drizzling rain, but nothing too bad, towards the evening the day became clearer and sunshine finally broke through.
That night we stopped just before Hassell Green, although at the time I had absolutely no idea where we were.
The sunset that night.
Sunday was an absolutely gorgeous sunshiny day. We were up and moving through locks by 8am. Several other narrow boats had already passed us as we were getting ready to go. Most of them went quietly past, but Man, one really rocked our world! Plates shifted, books fell off shelves, I was standing in lounge area and knocked off balance ended up falling onto the couch. Nice! But such is the world of narrow boating at times.
We had forgotten our frozen food, so we were looking for a store now, one within walking distance of the canal. We thought we would pass one sometime in the early morning but our information was incorrect and we ended up finding one closer to 1:30 in the afternoon.
Thank you for having a Tesco’s in Kidsgrove!
While I moored up the boat, the Mr ran to Tesco’s to get what we needed as it had already taken us five hours to get there and we needed to get to Harecastle Tunnel before 3pm. I don’t walk as fast as he does and I tend to want to look at everything in a store, so off he went. Time was a wasting!
When Mr finished at the store, he called me and told me it was further down the canal than a couple of locals told us as we passed them while they walked down the towpath. In order to save a bit of time, he asked me to meet him at the next bridge. I picked him up and we were on our way.
We made it to Harecastle Tunnel just in time. We got there at 2:50pm and was the last narrow boat going in for that day, travelling North to South.
*The Narrows are two sections of canal at the top of Llangollen. The one section is 315meters while the other is 500meters. One of the narrow boats crew must be sent ahead of the boat to insure no other boats are coming from the opposite direction as there are no passing points for the larger narrow boats in these sections.
Please Note: We didn’t take many pictures during the first week of vacation/holiday due to rain and fear of getting cameras or phones wet.
We made up for it the next week though!
Also Please Note: The beginning of this post was written on a laptop while on the narrow boat. Lack of signal prevented me from posting at time of writing. If the tenses clash, it's because I didn't catch them while proof-reading it.
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
There was a fisherman sat on the side of the canal and I watched him as I waited. He seemed to be having a decent day. He caught two while I watched.
Walkers started showing up practically all at the same time. People were spilling out of cars like multitudes of clowns pouring out of a tiny clown car at a circus. Walkers came by bus. Some came by train, and then bus and others just walked over as they live nearby.
When everyone else arrived and on time mind you. A surprise in itself! Everyone. On time? You’re kidding? No, it actually happened. The Event Organizer saw to it that everyone was gathered to have a group picture taken. Two sponsored walkers were missing due to illness, but three last minute walkers, including me, replaced them.
Picture taken by Event Organizer.
Yes, I’m in this picture. I’m the one in the back with frizzy hair and brown jacket, just to the right of the balloons. Standing next to me towards Your right is Kid1, Kid3, nephew, the Mr, Kid2 and her partner at the far right.
Yes, I know there is a kid blocking me, but he jumped in at the last second. Honest!
No one knew the picture was being taken yet. Photographer didn’t give a warning!
The reason I wasn’t a sponsored walker is because I didn’t think I could make the ten-mile walk. I was certain I’d be able to do part of it, just not how much and I didn’t want to disappoint my sponsors by not finishing. So, I paid my £10, the Mr and I also sponsored my mother in law for £30. Unfortunately, she didn’t make it as far as I did. We told her to keep the sponsorship money anyway.
Perhaps I need to go into a little personal detail here. I was in a car wreck in the mid-nineties. A car rear-ended us speeding at 70+ mph and hit us while were stopped to make a turn. Did you know you could have medical conditions arise years later? OsteoArthritis is one of those conditions that can show up years after an event like that car wreck.
In October, I was working in a town that has very steep hills. Depending on which way I walked to or from the bus I had to walk up or down a hill that was either a 14-degree slope or a 16-degree slope.
One day I noticed I was having pain in my knees but didn’t pay much attention to it, thinking I could just walk it off. The pain became more noticeable day after day, but only while walking the steep hills of the town. I also walked to and from town for lunch. A week later while at work, the pain got worse, a lot worse and I could barely walk. I made a call to the doctor.
This is me, I do not like doctors, never have, never will. The appointment was made for 4:30pm that day, by 3pm I called the doctor’s office again and told them I was coming now.
Before my taxi arrived, I was helped to the ladies by a male co-worker. By the time I needed to come out of the stall; I had to yell for help. He had to come into the ladies to get me out of the stall. I could no longer rest my foot on the floor. The pain was so intense I cried. That’s very rare for me. I don’t like to let others see me in times of weakness. By the time I got home after seeing the doctor, I couldn’t even rest the tip of my big toe on the floor and tearfully collapsed in the hallway due to the pain.
According to the Doctor, I had torn some ligaments in my knee. He later stated that not only had I torn ligaments, it was being aggravated by OsteoArthritis. It wasn’t fully diagnosed until late February. I’m just now able to walk without a cane, although I still carry it, just in case. Anyway, enough about that, now back to the walk.
Everyone started off in a rush including Kid2 and partner. Kids1 and 3 walked with me, which I thought was quite nice of them considering they usually walk much faster than I do. We were trailing the end of the walkers, but I didn’t mind. I was going to do the best I could, at my own pace.
I was doing pretty well when we reached the quarter mark of the walk. There waiting for us were the support team consisting of the Mr and the Event Organizer, who had to pull out of the walk himself, a week earlier due to a work injury that severely cut his ankle almost to the bone and requiring six stitches. At each quarter stop, they had food and water for any of the walkers who needed or wanted it. Anyone who needed to stop or looked in a bad way were able to stay with them throughout the rest of the walk.
I had had to stop to take some pain tablets and at the same I also gave Kid1 some Ibuprofen for an oncoming horrid headache. As we walked I kept pointing out possible places for a hidden geocache. I couldn’t help myself! I think we may have another convert in Kid3 soon. (Kid2 has already become entranced by geocaching.) By the time we got to our support team, who were sitting just above the Bingley 5-rise. The weather had changed from cloudy to drizzling rain. Kid1 couldn’t handle her headache anymore and stayed behind. Kid3 and I kept going. In my mind, I felt great for this achievement. Two and a half miles! It was the first time I’d walked any kind of distance without really stopping, sitting down or stopping to rest my knee.
The Bingley 5-rise.
As we walked Kid3 and I talked of many different things. It was nice to have no distractions while talking to him, no pc, no electronics, and no music, just natural scenery to look at as we walked and the sounds of nature interspersed with cars as the canal neared the motorway before cutting away from it. He became bored but that’s normal for a guy his age. He said its just trees and leaves or old buildings and nothing else to see, nothing to do but walk. Well, that’s a kid for you these days. When he gets older, I’m hoping some of the love of nature his dad and I have shown him will strike him as a good thing and he’ll eventually come to enjoy it.
As we walked I pointed out the general direction of several places where the Mr and I had found caches. I showed him a place where we thought one should be but haven’t found yet. He actually stopped to have a look, even going to the edge of the water and looking over the side to see if it might be hidden at water level. We didn’t find it, but other walkers were now coming towards us on the way back to the finish.
In geocaching, you’re not supposed to let non-geocachers see a hiding spot. It’s just in case they decide to take the cache for a stroll not knowing about the game. Its not nice when a cache isn’t where its supposed to be and no fun at all for frustrated geocachers who cant find it.
It was just a little further to the 5-mile mark. By now I was limping, and in clear pain. But I made it, on my own, and under my own steam. Five Miles! I'm quite proud of myself.
By the end of the walk six people couldn’t make it. They were all taken to the finish by the support team. We waited for and cheered all the walkers as they crossed the finish.
And then we went to the Pub!
Oh, and while we were waiting for the stragglers, the fisherman caught his biggest fish yet. He told us, as he threw a smaller fish back in, that he was in a competition to see who would get the heaviest fish out of the canal that day. The stake was £25. I hope he won with that whopper of a fish we saw him catch!
Friday, 13 August 2010
Whittington Castle is sat right next to the main road in Whittington. It’s a simply stunning place, one that you wouldn’t expect to find while just driving through a tiny village. Its no wonder they hold weddings and wedding fairs there, along with other events too.
We arrived just before 4 p.m. just as a wedding fair was ending, but the grounds were still open to walk around. The castle is about 3000 years and has 9 acres to roam, with well-kept gardens, trees and grassy areas. We had our lunch on the steps leading up to a gazebo on a hillock while watching the swans and duck swimming along the semi-circular moat that wraps around the front of the building.
After we ate, we decided to have a look around. There is no charge for going into the castle while it open or being on the grounds and only a £1 charge for parking all day. The building was closing so we didn’t get to go inside, but we walked around the gorgeous moat and fed the ducks and swans. Wildlife food was 30p for a small bag and the money goes to the Shropshire Wildlife Trust.
Additional historical information can be found on www.whittingtoncastle.co.uk.
Thursday, 12 August 2010
The Wigan Flight is a series of 21 locks in a two-mile stretch on the Leeds-Liverpool canal. At the bottom of the flight narrow boat captains have a choice at the junction to either turn onto the Bridgewater canal towards Manchester or continue on through two more locks towards Wigan Pier and heading toward Leeds.
We parked just above the top lock, in a residential area by the Wigan Road Bridge and walked along the muddy canal path to the Top Lock. The day was cloudy with just a hint of rain in the air. The smell, the canal and the air was so fresh and the water so still, it seems as if the only thing moving was us. The area and the view of fields on the other side of the canal were stunningly green.
I'm not sure, but I think these are water lilies calmly resting in the water.
We reached the Top Lock and were surprised to see that the canal split here into two directions. One leading to what seemed a derelict section and the other leading down the flight. On our side of the canal was a water point and a building with restrooms and a sanitation station for boaters. Across the way was a bridge covered in the green of trees and a park like area. Beautiful.
This park is on the other side of the canal from us, but we definitely knew we were in the right place.
View from the Top Lock down the canal.
If you'd like to see a better view of the flight. Mr Daniel Oakley's Blog has a much better picture here.
We started walking down the path and were soon surprised to see a narrow boat completely turned sideways right in front of the third lock. The man on board seemed to be trying to straighten it out and guide it into the lock gate. As we got closer I noticed the name of the boat and was shocked at the condition of it.
Years ago, I used to read a blog about this boat, and the pictures then of the boat were nothing like what it looked like today. The man came out and jumped off the boat and onto the canal side, opened the lock gate, then jumped back on and grabbed his barge pole to shove against the side of the canal to straighten the boat before putting it into gear and driving into the lock and positioning it against the front gate. Then he hopped off the boat and shut the gate behind it.
It looked like he was doing this alone! We just had to watch how he did this so we stood by and watched with our mouths agape. He was like a whirling dervish. He hopped on and off the boat, closing gates, twisting paddles to empty the lock, running down to set the next lock, coming to open the gate to the one he was in, driving to the next lock, closing the gate behind, opening the gate in front of him and driving in, etc.
He said his name is Jimmy.
Jimmy driving his narrow boat out of the lock.
We got to talk to him as he rushed past us. He said he was traveling on his own and was trying to get down the flight before this section of the Leeds-Liverpool canal was closed*. I asked him about the narrow boat itself, asking him if he had a blog. After explaining to him what a blog was, he stated he didn’t own a computer but that the former owner had taken it along the Thames and all over the UK canal system and he thought Dan had written about their journeys. Man, I hope this isn’t the same narrow boat, what a shame if it is!
We walked a ways down further, looking at the surroundings, enjoying the sounds of the birds, the hushed tones of couples walking by, the laughter of kids on the other side of the fence, the sounds of two or three football practices.
Then we saw a flurry of activity about three locks down from us, kids and adults racing back and forth working the lock as two narrow boats, one green and the other blue entered. Another flurry as they separated, some running down to the next lock to get it ready, then running back to help with the lock gates to let the boats out. The operation looked like a well-oiled machine.
The two captains also looked like the best of friends, I can only assume they were on family holiday and having the time of their lives. They let me take a picture of their boats as they were going down in the lock with the captain of the blue narrow boat laughingly complaining his boat is better looking and it wont be seen in the picture!
Green Man and Company going down in the lock with the sinking water level.
I wish I had gotten a better picture of this artwork on the side of Green Man. There's a face in the star of leaves. I love it!
We continued on our way and saw the junction where the canal splits off onto the Bridgewater canal and a signpost pointing in the direction of a town or city on that canal. The Mr asked which way we would go if we were on a narrow boat, but I didn’t recognized the places on the pointer and told him I thought we would just go straight. If we had been on a narrow boat I would have done my homework and would’ve known exactly which way to go. But we weren’t, so I didn’t and his point was fairly mute. Turns out, straight would have been the right decision. The Wigan Flight ends here at this junction.
We decided to keep walking because we hadn’t passed the Wigan Pier yet. We could tell we were getting close because the canal was no longer just trees, grass and farmland but it was showing signs of citylife, more bridges, more cars, more houses, more people along the bank and industrial sites. We also passed a British Waterways office and drydock and two more locks. Soon we came across a woman sitting on a bench, she seemed quite stiff and mute. As we walked further we would later discover a man looking over a wall that seemed to be afflicted with the same problem.
This lady is representative the local cotton workers in 1910.
The man represents life on the canal in 1880. As you can see he's got himself stuck between a corner and lightpole.
We had made it to Wigan Pier, a full three miles from where we started. By now we were hungry and the dog was acting tired and looking thirsty. We crossed a bridge over the canal to The Orwell, a restaurant and pub. From the outside it seemed to be a refurbished mill with an outside eating area situated over the edge of the canal itself.
Pictured on the right is a sign hanging just outside the ladies room. It says:
To be Observed by
the Hands Employed
RULE 1 All overlookers shall be on the premises first.
2 Any person coming late, shall be fined as follows
For 5mins. 2d, 10mins. 4d, 15mins 6d, etc.
3 For bobbins on the floor, 1d each bobbin.
4 For waste on the floor, 2d.
5 For oil spilled, 2d. and the price of oil.
6 Any persons leaving their work and found talking with
other workpeople will be fined 2d. each offence.
7 For every Oath 3d. for the first offence and if repeated
they shall be dismissed.
8 If two persons are known to be in one Necessary
together, they shall be fined 3d. each and if
any Man or Boy go into the Ladies Necessary
He shall be dismissed immediately.
9 The Masters recommend that their workpeople
wash themselves everyday, but they must
wash themselves twice a week,
on Monday and Thursday; and any found not
washed will be fined 3d.
10 All persons wishing to leave our employ
shall serve 1 weeks notice. But The Masters
shall and will sack without notice
(Company Name indistinguishable) Mill ca. 1856
And we thought we had it rough!
We walked up to the restaurant/pub and crossed the boardwalk with our dog where we saw a waiter standing outside. I asked if the dog was allowed. He was! The waiter told us of a special price Sunday Roast carvery they were having and we agreed to the meal along with a pint. For £13 we got a pint each and a meal for two. The waiter was extremely nice, even to the point of giving our dog meat scraps. I think dog got more meat than we did! But our meals were extremely filling with a choice of Texas roast beef, roast pork, or roast chicken, choice of roast and/or boiled potatoes, mixed vegetables, Yorkshire pudding, also on offer was a sautéed bell pepper - onion mixture seasoned with Cajun spices. And if you're still hungry, there is a choice of desserts on offer as well, all included in the price of the meal. The pints are extra. The Orwell has a marvelous friendly staff and an atmosphere in keeping with the history of the Mill it once was. If you find your way to Wigan Pier, I suggest you try this new place out. I honestly don’t think you’ll be sorry.
Our dog, happy and full of meat scraps from The Orwell.
We retraced our steps back to the car. Unfortunately, we saw part of the reason why on the next day this part of the canal was going to be closed. Someone had left many of the lock gates open, letting tons of water flow freely between the locks that were left with one or both gates open. Because of someone’s thoughtlessness all this water was pouring through the gates.
The Leeds-Liverpool canal is fed from reservoirs and all this water was probably coming out of the dwindling water reserves stored in our already low reservoirs. If people like this continue to thoughtlessly leave lock gates open and it doesn’t rain enough to refill the reservoirs, this could lead to more canals closing before the end of the season. Let’s hope for more rain! However, it wouldn’t be a bad deal if it rained only at night when most people are sleeping.
People from all over the world come to the UK to rent narrow boats to travel up and down our canals for their holidays. Canal closures can severely cut into British Tourism
What do you think? Is there a way to save our canals, the people whose livlihoods depend on the canal and British Canal Tourism? How do the canals figure into your life? I’d love to hear your comments.
*August 2nd 2010 is the closure date set for this section of the Leeds-Liverpool canal from Wigan to Gargrave will be closed to save water which has dropped to an 80 year low during this year's drought condition. It will remain closed until further notice.
Friday, 6 August 2010
Since before our first – and so far, only – narrowboat trip, I’ve been reading blogs written by people who travel or live on the canals. As a matter of fact, I follow quite a few of their blogs, so many of them that I have some listed here to the side, but most of them are still in my favorites on my web browsers on two different computers. I’m still adding them to this blog. I honestly hope none of them will mind me having their links on this new blog of mine, as I probably should have asked first.
Do you like to hunt for treasure? Love a good Scavenger hunt? You might love this too!
Last week I was reading through some of the narrowboat blogs in my favs. Grannybuttons, who I’ve been reading for years has a new post. He found his first Geo-Cache! He explained what it was all about and said he had “an app for that” on his iPhone 3GS. After reading it, I thought to myself, “Ooh, that could be fun”. But I didn’t think the Mr would be interested in it, so I didn’t mention it to him. I did wonder if there might be a geo-cache app in my Android market though.
Geocaching is an international treasure hunting game where you use a GPS to hide and seek containers with other participants. When you find the treasure, you take it out of its container and replace it something of equal or greater value. Write in the pad that's also left in the container, then gloat about it online. It looks fun and its Free!
Yesterday, while the Mr was looking online for our Sunday destination, he somehow managed to get onto www.grannybuttons.com. He read the post and turned to me and said “Have you seen this?” I smiled slyly and replied, “Yes, it’s in my favs, Im going to add the link into my blog next week. Why?” By then he was practically squirming in his seat with giddiness and says to me in a slightly higher pitched tone “But did you READ it? It sounds like this geo-caching could be fun!” I giggled and nodded and agreed with him. Then we decided to leave so we could get to our destination.
Last night, after rewinding from a very strenuous day, the Mr got on the pc and starting doing a bit more research into geo-caching. The more he read, the more he got excited. He found www.geocaching.com and signed up to a Free Basic Membership. He saw maps, longitude-latitude co-ordinates, hints and locations and got even More excited.
Apparantly, when I took this picture on Saturday, I also may have taken a shot of the location of the treasure. According to the Geo-cache website, there is a something hidden in a park near this green flower fountain.
Then he started looking on the maps for places near where we live. OMG! When he saw how many little hidden treasures were in our area, he was practically jumping out of his desk chair. He exclaimed to us, SoldierSon aka Kid3 is home on leave. “Look! They're all Over this area”, “OMG! Look how many are near work!” “I eat my lunch in that park, I’ve sat on a bench probably 50 feet from that one!” “OMG! I park my car right next to the tree where it might be!” His voice getting louder and louder with each little find. “We shop there! I think I know Exactly where this is!” Watching him like this was Absolutely Fantastic! He was like a kid in a combo toy store/candy shop who’s been told you can have anything you want.
Then he looked up where we went yesterday. He could barely stay sat down by now,it was like he had Mexican Jumping Beans in his pants. He said to me, “You know where we parked? We walked right past one on the way on the way to the canal. Right past one!” He looked further on “We passed three today! You know where we sat down to have our juice, we were probably FIVE feet from away from it!” Suddenly he yelled at me with a groan of disappointment in his voice “Remember where you stopped to take pictures at the Lock, there was one RIGHT THERE!” but he couldn’t hide his excitement.
I was probably stood right on top of a goodie when I took this picture. *groan*
It was practically all I could do to keep him in the house. He kept saying if we don’t have anything else to do weekends or just want to go for a drive but don’t know where to go, we’re going on a Geo-cache hunt. I have a feeling today on his lunch hour if he has time, he’ll be looking, searching. As for me, I’m wondering when we’ll find the first of GrannyButtons buttons. Yup! This is going to be fun!
By the way, while he was giddily telling me all this, I did look in my Android market and I searched for a geo-caching app thinking, “Oh boy, how much is this going to cost?” Well, I found one! And it’s got good raves, 5 stars and best of all…. It’s Free!
Thank you @GrannyButtons for turning my Mr into a kid again. I think I love you! And Christine, of course!
Let the hunt begin!
Friday, 30 July 2010
We made last night's local paper for our Canal Walk. I'm so very excited, I almost can't stand it!
We still have plenty of room for more walkers. If you'd care to join us, let me know and I believe the event organizer will have a T-shirt for you to take home. We just need to know how many to get.
Here are last year's walkers. Sorry, I'm not in this picture, I was the one taking it! As they say, "You can't be in two places at the same time."
Wow! We made the papers!
Thursday, 29 July 2010
In a couple weeks the Mr and I are going on a narrow boat trip. During this time I wont have internet access. So just to see if it works I want to see if I can add picture blogs from the canal using my cell phone.
I have added a picture with text during this test...
Here's hoping it works!
The test worked!
This picture was taken on the Leeds-Liverpool Canal during our boat trip on the Nutmeg in 2008. It's such a beautiful peaceful scene that I use it on my phone as a background.
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
We need more people to join us. Will you help? Would you really want to miss out on scenery like this?
Yes, thats the famous Bingley 5-rise!
There will be a support team who'll have refreshments and help cheer you on at each quarter mark and we can give those who have trouble finishing a ride back to their car.
The route is begins in Riddlesden at the Bar Lane Swing Bridge, to the Hirst Lane Swing Bridge and Lock in Shipley and back. It's almost 10 miles and afterwards a meet up at a local pub! What could be better?
To get a better idea of where we'll be here's a map of the route from Google Earth.
Come on! Won't you join us?
On a personal note: I am part of the support team due to a knee injury.
Monday, 26 July 2010
The Car Boot Sale in Gisbon was our first stop; we parked in a field and made our way to all the goodies. Unfortunately; at least in our point of view, it was mostly vendors with very few stalls manned by people who were clearing out their homes. The house cleaners are the ones we prefer to look for. We left Gisbon car boot empty handed.
We decided to head to the car boot in Clitheroe. When we got there we drove through the gravel lake of a parking lot and finally found a spot in the very back on the fringes of what could have been a small gravelly duck pond. After carefully leaping out of the car and narrowly missing out on a good dunking of the day
While we were there strolling from stall to stall, most of them strewn with very well played with toys and games, collector’s items; old and new. books; some newish looking and others that looked like they’d been read by many generations of owners and kept under a bed for an extreme amount of time, various man toys (tools) that looked as if you took all the rust off there’d be nothing left. We saw electrical and non-electrical items that defied any kind of explanation as to what they were or what they’d be used for. We spied lots of vinyl records, but we don’t have a record player – so no good to us.
I, of course was trailing three or four stalls behind the Mister. Him, scanning for stuff he might have sold on eBay in years gone by and me actually just enjoying myself looking at the variety of items on hand.
Suddenly I hear him yelling at me “Come over here! I think I found that broom you’ve been wanting!” I put down the book I was thinking about getting and hurried to his side, passing a woman coaxing to get her little girl away from some toys while drinking a coke. By the time I got to the Mr she had child in hand and was just passing us as I looked at the broom in question. Without thinking I said to him “Oh for gahs sake!! That’ll NEVER get me off the ground!” Out of the blue, next us I hear a sudden eruption of laughter and felt a slight spray of what I thought was rain but only on my hand. The woman had heard us. I turned and saw the very embarrassed woman holding her hand to her mouth, her other hand holding her coke and she was laughing so much she could barely contain herself. Then the Mr and I realized what I’d said and starting laughing too, she apologized if she’d sprayed us, but said she couldn’t help it. At least we made her day, by adding a bit of laughter!
This is the broom in question.
We left Clitheroe with a DIY book and an exercise mat that would've sold for £10 to £15 at our local Argos. We spent a total of £2.
We were quite hungry by now, so we decided to have the Sunday roast lunch at The Anchor, which sits right next to the Leeds-Liverpool canal in Gargrave. They have lovely food with large portions there and wonderful service. We recommend it highly. They also have a very large outdoor area sitting next to the canal and lock so while you’re having a pint you can watch the narrow boats go by.
After we ate, we wanted to walk off some of our meal so we travelled to Skipton and meandered through town and as always we ended up walking along the canal. The first thing I noticed was a narrow boat that brought back so many wonderful memories. We rented Nutmeg for a weeks’ holiday two years ago to celebrate a milestone birthday for the Mr. It was also the very last family holiday because the kids are all leading their own lives now. That trip made me fall in love with narrow boating and the canals of England.
This is the beauty we rented from Snaygill Boats in Skipton. If you lead a frantically hectic life and feel the need to escape before you murder someone out of sheer frustration. You may want to consider renting a narrow boat for a relaxing, peaceful holiday with ever changing views to help you de-stress.
Thursday, 22 July 2010
This blog was originally intended to be used as Rant and Rave page and some of the postings were quite angry because I needed a place to vent. Well, I haven't touched this page in almost a year. So I must not need it for that purpose anymore.
Recently, I have been reading other blogs. Quite a few of them written by non-professionals. People just writing about normal everyday life, a place they have travelled to or something that's happened that they'd just like to share with others.
Well, I'm not a writer in any sense of the word, but I do like to share events and my point of view, sometimes.
For now, some of these posts may be back-dated to when they happened. I'm taking this blog travelling.
Recently we went to Greece, but we've also been to Mallorca (Majorca) and to mainland Spain. Usually on the weekend, Sunday we go somewhere in the UK. That's what I'd like to write about.
I have completely taken down the old blog. I did export it, so it may pop up somewhere else under a new title. Right now though, its staying on my hard-drive.
Hopefully, you'll like this new blog.
Thanks for understanding about the removal of the old one. I truely hope this will be a better blog. My new phone has a ton more storage than my old one did and I can now take pictures of things I find interesting. I would love to get some followers who will leave my blog with a smile or a happy memory.
Wish me luck!