Narrowboat AREandARE

From the 2009 & 2010 tantalising tales, traumas and stunning photographs of Barry (photographer) and Sandra (writer) from New Zealand aboard NB 'Northern Pride', to the stories of their 2013 return journey, purchase of 'AREandARE', progress on sustaining their live aboard continuous cruiser lifestyle, and Barry's quest to gain residency and 'Indefinite Leave to Remain' in UK ...

Sunday, 27 June 2010

Trouble afloat - Northern Pride to the rescue before encountering her own problems!

We left Barrow-Upon-Soar late Saturday morning (we never seem to leave anywhere early, as we're always finishing the previous day's blog - we really must get a life!) and found that there's some gorgeous houses backing onto the river here also.  I wonder if these people appreciate how lucky they are to reside in such picturesque surroundings, I would suspect they do, but rather like living close to the beach in Gisborne I imagine that after a while you'd take it for granted.  Anyway, it's all very pleasing to see as we cruised on by.


 Leaving Barrow-Upon-Soar



 A party of all ages of canoeists tentatively leaving the canal for the River Soar 




A very well preened riverside house and garden in Barrow-Upon-Soar

The waterway changes from the River Soar to the Grand Union Canal (Leicester section) and back again four times before Leicester, so you're never quite sure which one you're on!

We passed quite a few wide beam narrowboats (that's such anathema in terms isn't it?!) which are also pretty spectacular looking inside, terribly luxurious compared to our cute and cosy Northern Pride. There would certainly be many more home comforts and you could travel to Europe if you so wish to 'do' their canals, but you'd be restricted as to which waterways you could navigate in the Britain.  At least in our compact forty five footer we can go to all the canals and rivers.

As we drifted lazily along the Soar, I was reminded of the song lyrics 'England's green and pleasant land'; these are such pleasant surroundings that you can't help but feel a certain nostalgia for the England that didn't contain so many cars containing people rushing around everywhere.


 Relaxing river scenes


 Grand old red-brick railway bridge from 1860 just before Mount Sorrel Lock


Approaching Mount Sorrel Lock - a busy place with a lovely pub at the summit 'The Waterside Inn'




 Leaving Mount Sorrel Lock


Just before Sileby Lock

We moored for lunch shortly after Cossington Lock and walked a mile or so into Rothley.  Last year, when I was stranded in Evesham, I bought Barry a book from one of the charity shops called 'AA Book of British Villages' for a couple of pounds.  It was published in 1981 and is 'A guide to 700 of the most interesting and attractive villages in Britain'.  As we travel around we often check it out to see if any of the places we're close to have an entry, but more often than not they don't.  Today however, we found an entry for a place called Rothley.  This is a very interesting place, and although only small (just over 3,500 inhabitants) - here's five fascinating facts about the village:

  1. It's one of Leicestershire's most affluent areas based on number of houses worth over GB£1million, identified in the Sunday Times newspaper as the most expensive place to live in the East Midlands;
  2. Whilst on a visit to a family friend, William Wilberforce drafted his bill for the abolition of slavery while on a visit in 1791 (Barry and I watched the film about this a couple of years ago called 'Amazing Grace', highly recommended);
  3. In 1988 Rothley was involved in a cricketing controversy, when then-captain Mike Gatting was accused by The Sun and Today newspapers of improprieties with a barmaid at the Rothley Court Hotel.  These accusations led to the sacking of Gatting as captain, despite his protestations of innocence.
  4. Town Green lies on the edge of Rothley Park, the site of Rothley Temple which was built in the thirteenth century by the Knights Templars and the original Templar Chapel is still used for occasional services.
  5. Kate and Gerry McCann are from Rothley, their four year old daughter Madeline disappeared whilst on holiday in Portugal in April 2007 when Barry and I were holidaying in England.  Bless them, it's unimaginable how tortuous it must be not to know what's happened to your child.  I hope one day she is found.

After our wander around we stopped for a drink at a rather up-market establishment called 'The Woodman's Stroke' also known as 'The Woodie' (!).  We know it's upmarket because of the price of the drinks!  Either that or the barmaid couldn't add up!  Seven pounds forty for a pint of Bishop's Finger (no quips about the actress please!), a  Pimms and Lemonade and  a packet of Twiglets - or maybe that's normal? A very pleasant place to drink outside in the courtyard and obviously popular with the locals.



One of Rothley's two greens - Town Green - has some of the finest timber-framed houses in the country - cruck-built using joined curved tree trunks which form the framework of the house 



The parish church of St Mary the Virgin which has the shaft of a Saxon cross of the 8th or 9th century (Barry didn't take a photo because the 'cross' part was missing, doh!) - and a very friendly black cat who kindly crossed our paths and let us stroke him



 More Rothley architecture




 Fabulous pub, 'The Woodman's Stroke' - you can see how affluent it is here, the patrons even get the mobile car valet service to clean their Mercedes while they have a drink! 


 Northern Pride moored at Cossington Lock

Shortly after leaving the mooring, we came across a cruiser called 'Duett II' marooned at the side of the river - they'd either ran out of diesel or broken their fan-belt but they weren't too sure - either way their boat wasn't going anywhere without a helping hand so we towed them to the nearest boatyard just after Junction Lock.  There were a few hair raising moments, especially when sharing a lock while still tied up together, but we managed to get them safely to their destination with time for a beer on the way!









 Towing the cruiser carefully - and cautiously carrying the Carlsberg across the water!

Spookily, as we left Thurmaston Lock, on the outskirts of Leicester, an alarm sounded on OUR boat, and an orange light flashed ominously, suggesting there was a problem with a battery.  We were rather concerned to say the least, but it turned out alright as we managed to get securely moored up before Birstall Lock, where Barry got down and dirty in the engine compartment and found the offending broken fan belt - fortuitously we had a spare on the boat so it was easily fixable - well it was if you knew what you were doing which Barry luckily did!

After fixing the boat, Barry became surrounded by families from the pub above the river - 'The White Horse' - who were celebrating someone's 90th birthday.  As I was sitting writing the blog I found myself inundated with giggling children who came on board to check out our home and rang the bell at the front a few times bless their cotton socks!  How lovely, what a friendly place and a cool mooring spot, so pleased we had to stay here!

Later on we sauntered up the bank to the pub and sat outside in the sultry summer air, chatting to a couple of local ladies one of whom came back to the boat for a Baileys night-cap and stayed until the early hours - so it was a late finish to the day!

1 comment:

  1. Hmm, Mountsorrel Lock looks a lot prettier in summer daytime than in winter night!