• Vicky 'n' Will's Travels
  • Vicky 'n' Will's Travels

Rainboat

Life continuously cruising the canals and rivers of England and Wales. Read more
  • Gloucester

    June 20, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 22 °C

    We haven’t yet adjusted to the faster cruising speed the river allows, so it seemed no time at all before we were approaching Gloucester Lock. We exited straight into Gloucester Main Dock and pulled into the free mooring the lock keeper had directed us to.

    What a sight! The large rectangular basin was surrounded by stunning redeveloped warehouses. Eateries and bars occupied ground floors, with offices and high end apartments above. The whole area was pedestrianised and had a relaxed vibe. It is managed by Gloucester Docks Estates, who employs people to walk around and keep the place in order. One asked Vicky to put the dogs on leads, but in a very relaxed way. They seemed to do good jobs as there was very little noise in the evenings and no litter that we saw.

    It was a hot day so Vicky stayed in with the furries, while Will set off in search of liquid refreshment 😉 The nearby Hop Kettle provided him with a taster flight of 3 ales and a stacked plate of loaded fries with a view overlooking Victoria Basin.

    Vicky went on a photography walk that evening when the heat had gone out of the day, taking in Gloucester Cathedral and the Gate streets leading out from The Cross (North, East, South and Westgate Streets). A good selection of independent shops called these streets home and the utility boxes here had been painted with colourful designs, often with local significance, as part of an urban art trail.

    Our stay was limited to 2 days, but happily one of these was Friday, when there was a small farmers market at The Cross. We picked up some delicious local organic fruit, veg and apple juice and sat on a bench to eat a salad and a wild boar burger.

    On the way back to the boat we nipped into Eastgate Street indoor market which seemed to be thriving. Our favourite find here was Aladin's Cave; an 'everything and anything' shop where we bought a few DIY bits.
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  • Hempsted Meadows

    June 22, 2024 in England ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    Having spent the morning shopping in Gloucester, then filling with water we didn't travel far, pulling up at the first place that looked suitable. We'd entered the Gloucester and Sharpness Canal when we passed through Gloucester Lock into the basin, so we no longer needed to worry about the river current. The towpath was separated from the water by trees at times but it was there. It was a relief to once again be able to let the dogs out off lead.

    When looking at the local area on Google Maps, Will came accross a car boot sale taking place on Sunday, on Hempstead Meadows; an area of grassland behind the nearby rowing club. It turned out to be the best sort. The majority of stalls were made up of individuals selling their own items directly from their car boots, with only a few commercial traders. We loved perusing the preloved goods, hearing the banter and the haggling and seeing families go by, fat, ketchup smothered burgers clasped in one hand and their latest random bargain in the other.

    For ourselves we picked up a wooden folding chair for when guests visit, an art box and fishing bags totalling £14!
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  • Frampton on Severn

    June 24, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 22 °C

    We saw out the heatwave at this rural towpath mooring. Will spent much of the time fishing and Vicky hid inside for the hottest parts of the day. We both took a cooling dip in the canal on the first hot day, climbing back up onto Rainboat via the little ledges on her stern and rudder. We wouldn't normally swim in a canal but the water here looked particularly clear. Water plants and small fish seemed to be thriving.

    Since leaving Gloucester there's been a lot of permanent moorings on the bank opposite the towpath. We've seen a great range of boats occupying these sites, from small leisure cruisers to large sea going vessels made into homes.
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  • Saul Junction

    June 27, 2024 in England ⋅ 🌬 19 °C

    Saul Junction was once a crossroads where the Gloucester and Sharpness Canal met the Stroudwater Navigation. The latter fell into disuse, leaving just a short arm which provides access to Saul Junction Marina. We radioed ahead to let the swingbridge keeper know we were coming and wanted to turn into the arm. The Inland Waterways Association has designated it a Silver Propeller Site, encouraging boaters to take interest and visit. The bridgekeeper was certainly earning their keep, coordinating boats coming from the south, east and ourselves from the north, as well as two large trip boats waiting to set off. They instructed us to go past the arm, turn round and enter from the south for visibility.

    We snapped a few photos of Rainboat on location as evidence of our visit and moored. Unfortunately the CRT leased all towpath moorings on the arm to the marina so we couldn't stay. The marina had diesel so we filled up. We'd only used 20l since Stourport as the river current had done most of the work, but with our impending journey up the River Avon it was best to get fuel while we could.

    Despite Saul being a hive of activity, it was easy to find a spot to tie up on the mainline. The nearby car park meant we had to keep a close eye on the dogs, but the numerous visitors on the road meant cars travelled slowly. Much to their delight, many people stopped to fuss Tiger and Leo.

    There was obviously a lot of time, love and some investment going into Saul, with a visitor centre and café, paddle board and canoe hire and tuition. We walked the dogs along to the bridge blocking the end of the arm, where a couple of people in charge of a group of kayaking kids encouraged us to carry on and see the restored lock. Nature had retaken the old towpath but a meadow path provided a shortcut. The canal was barely recognisable as such; some had been filled in and the rest was covered with waterlilies and rushes. Damselflies and butterflies were drawn to the peaceful haven it provided. The lock, a Grade II structure, wasn't anything special to look at, but it's restoration, funded by the lottery, was an important step towards the eventual goal of reopening the Stroudwater, as part of a larger project by the Cotswolds Canals Partnership.

    The next day we explored the surrounding area, taking a walk to Frampton, a gorgeous village that seemed lost in time and had us humming the theme tune to Heartbeat! Unfortunately the pub here had very recently closed, but The Bell Inn was on our way back so we had lunch there instead. We started off at an outdoors table overlooking 'The Green'; a well used cricket pitch, but retreated indoors as the wind picked up. Will's swordfish was particularly tasty.
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  • Slimbridge

    July 1, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    We'd been looking forward to this mooring for a long time. Fighting our way through 5ft high rushes, we tied up as close as we could to Patch Swingbridge. The lane crossing the canal here led to Slimbridge Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust site. Will had visited 60 years ago and was keen to see how much he remembered!

    There were two eateries nearby; the canalside Black Shed and the Tudor Arms. The former was a black corrugated iron barn housing a café and gift shop. Unfortunately it smelled of old chip oil and the staff seemed stressed. In contrast there was a chilled vibe at the pub. As well as organic local cider on tap for Will, it had a great selection of alcohol free beers and ciders for Vicky to choose from. The Specials menu contained tasty dishes for each of us too, with faggots for Will and a sweet potato, caramelised onion seeded tart for Vicky- delicious! The building was split in two. The more formal dining area had traditional decor but we chose 'Skittle Alley' in the light and airy old barn. Each of the floor to ceiling radiators was painted a colour of the rainbow so we couldn't not! At the end of the barn sat three large wooden balls- it looked like the barn was actually used as a skittle alley!

    It had been a while since we'd come accross a supermarket so the next day Will cycled 20 minutes to Tesco to stock up. The bikes really are handy; allowing us to stay in beautiful rural locations and access services that would be too far on foot.

    We also took the bikes to Slimbridge. Arriving mid morning we saw that the otters were being fed in 30 minutes so made our way towards their enclosure. Taking a bridge over a shallow sloped concrete lake we marvelled at the number of swans, geese, ducks and wildfowl and how relaxed they were. This was the area were visitors could feed the birds with cereals available from reception.

    Further in were more tall grasses and bushes hiding scrapes and small ponds. Baby moorhens ducked in and out of the vegetation while their exasperated parents flew furiously at the hapless geese who happened to be nearby. Next to all these native species stood an enclosure containing a flamboyance of pink flamingos!

    Several school groups were already stationed at the arc of seating around the perspex enclosed otter habitat. Sam and Tilly, the Asian Small Clawed Otters knew what time it was and were out on floating platforms hissing and screeching excitement. They were a joy to watch as the staff member threw pieces of fish to them, while giving a little talk about the pair and otters in general. Unfortunately it was cut short as one of the visitors collapsed. This was dealt with very professionally. The first aider was radioed and the crowd quietly dispersed. We later saw the visitor sitting up and talking, so hopefully they recovered well.

    We took a look at the smaller enclosures adjacent to the otters, containing at risk animals, before heading back to reception to climb the spiral staircase of the observation tower. From here we could see the whole site. It was a lot smaller when Will first visited and new areas were even now being created with mini diggers and dumper trucks.

    It was lunch time already so we left to visit Skittle Alley, planning to return that afternoon when we'd seen to the dogs. However, climbing that tower had really tired Vicky. There was still so much to see, but she just didn't have the energy. By choosing to rest she was well enough to enjoy a visit from her old school friend Jo the following evening when she drove up from Bristol for pizza. We don't get to see Jo very often so it was great to be close enough for her to come. Leo was particularly elated to see her 😍😂
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  • End of the line at Sharpness

    July 5, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 14 °C

    The Gloucester and Sharpness Canal was created to bypass the bends of the River Severn estuary, starting at Sharpness and rejoining the river at Gloucester Lock.

    For us, Low Bridge at Sharpness blocked our passage and so was the end of the line. We reversed back under High Bridge and moored on the towpath. A stone wall divided us from the broad Severn Estuary, where tall grasses marked the high tide line. We really enjoyed watching the waters rushing in and out, exposing sand and silt at low tide.

    There is the option to arrange a pilot to accompany you beyond the bridges, through a huge lock and down the estuary to Bristol. A number of large pleasure cruisers passed our moorings, having come up this route, but it is risky for flat bottomed narrow boats like Rainboat. It needs a lot of organisation and the right weather conditions, so we gave it a miss.

    We walked up the arm

    Branching off the mainline is a private dead end arm, home to many permanently moored vessels. Beyond this is a lifeboat station positioned on a point projecting out into the river.
    The surrounding area is highly industrialised. Many of the large corrugated metal factories and processing sheds seemed abandoned, not just shut for the weekend. Grass and low tree cover have retaken brownfield land.

    We stepped out to explore with the dogs several times, but soon turned back as we were caught in the intermittent downpours. Leaving Tiger and Leo in the dry we went in search of lunch at the only eatery for miles around; the Dockers Social Club (open to non members). They were short staffed so had saved so were only serving cooked meals that evening, when England were playing in the Euros. Still, we stopped for a drink, some crisps and a couple of games of pool. Like the Tudor Arms at Slimbridge, the Dockers Club had a skittle alley, only this one was being used by three local lads. Apparently there are 12 teams and three leagues, although some pubs have closed so several teams are having to practice at neighbouring alleys.

    The following day we popped the dogs in their carry bags, crossed Low Bridge, walked through the industrial estate to a viewpoint on the far side of the huge lock. There was a grassy picnic area here, where the canal met the river. Vicky persuaded Will to linger a little longer here before we set off back to the Dockers Club for Sunday lunch. As we walked, clouds rolled in, transforming the sky to an intense storm grey. It was eerily quiet, as if others knew something we didn't. Next thing we knew there was lightening, thunder and big fat raindrops falling in a torrent. The umbrellas kept us dry from the waist up and the dogs were ok in their bags, but we squelched into the club with sodden shoes and trousers 🫤 Will really wished he hadn't listened to Vicky and we'd set off back when he wanted to!
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  • Back at Slimbridge

    July 8, 2024 in England ⋅ 🌧 13 °C

    Having spent a few days at the Sharpness end of the canal we turned back towards Gloucester.

    Our friend Jo had recommended we visited the Purton Ships' Graveyard so after a mile we stopped and walked the short way from the canal to the river bank. According to the internet, a river bank collapse in 1909 put the integrity of the canal at risk and so as a quick and effective way of reinforcing the bank, barges and other types of boat were towed to this point and driven against the bank to ground. Holes were bored in the hulls, allowing silt to enter and build up. This practice continued until the 1970's.
    Ships lie on top of ships as the bank level has risen. Skeletal frames are all that remain of wooden hulled boats, whereas the metal and concrete constructions are all but intact. We had a little play climbing on the hulls and the dogs enjoyed a change of scene.

    Carrying on, we moored once again at Slimbridge. We'd liked the Tudor Arms so much we decided to treat ourselves to another lunch.
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  • Back at Hempstead

    Jul 11–12, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    We'd arranged to meet our friend Tom in Gloucester Docks on Saturday, so we moored at Hempstead Meadows again. It was close enough to the city to cycle in, but far enough away from the hustle and bustle.

    Will had accidentally knocked something off a shelf and broken the computer screen so he catefully put it in his backpack with a pillow and took it to Cotwolds Computer Medic; an independent store who said they could order in a replacement screen. (Curry's said it would take a week and £75 for an initial assessment so this was by far the best option). He picked up some groceries on the way back and Vicky took the bike out again that evening to pick up a cheeky kebab and chips for tea.
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  • Gloucester Docks with Tom

    July 13, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    Our friend Tom had work down south for a couple of weeks and had happily taken the opportunity to visit us.

    After mooring in Gloucester Basin Vicky gave Rainboat a bit of a spruce up and Tom arrived about 4pm. We spent the evening catching up, eating Will's delicious pizza and sitting out on the stern as the day began to fade and the dock lights came to life. At this point Vicky wound down for the night with the dogs, while the boys went to a couple of dockside pubs. We'll let the video speak for itself...Read more

  • Cruising with Tom,Sainsbury's Gloucester

    July 14, 2024 in England ⋅ 🌙 15 °C

    After a night on the town we set off from Gloucester Docks mid morning, meeting Tom at a nearby residential area where he could leave his car without sky high parking charges.

    The weather was kind to us (a little too hot if anything) and we spent the day cruising to Saul Junction and back. Tom steered most of the way, making observations and asking lots of questions. We really enjoyed seeing things through his eyes and he enjoyed a day away from the rat race.Read more

  • Saul Junction with Ali

    July 15, 2024 in England ⋅ 🌧 18 °C

    We were feeling very lucky indeed. Having waved goodbye to our friend Tom on Sunday, we cruised back to Saul Junction on Monday to meet Ali who was driving down from the North East in Martha Motorhome!

    Martha had only just passed her MOT, having spent several months at a garage getting all manner of things repaired and replaced. It was a long drive down for Al, especially in a left hand drive van on his own. However, as a professional HGV driver, if anybody could do it, it would be Al. He arrived safe and sound but with a few complaints about our out of date sat nav, that had directed him down the wrong single track lane 🫣

    The furries were overjoyed to see their funcle and after a stretch of his legs, a steak burger and some whisky with Will, Ali was feeling a lot better and looking forward to his mini break.

    It was raining the following day so we decided to take a drive to Cotwolds Distillery; somewhere we never would have had the chance to visit without Martha. The company started off making whisky and expanded to include gin. The tour was very slick, with an introductory video and viewings of the warehouses used to make the spirits and mature the barrels of whisky. Our guide said they enjoyed people asking questions that gave them a chance to show off how much they knew. Will has visited more than a handful of distilleries in his time and it became rather awkward when he asked questions the guide didn't know the answer to 🤐 To round off, we got to taste the various offerings in a nicely decked out lounge with the other 14 visitors. The signature gin and whisky were already poured for us, but the drinkers were free to taste the contents of any of the other bottles behind the bar. The drivers were given little bottles of the signature spirits and got to choose four more to go in a special little sample bag. Neither Will nor Ali were very impressed by the quality of the whisky but Will liked the gin and bought a bottle and a proper gin glass from the shop. We all enjoyed the experience and topped the day off with a pub meal and a little walking tour of Gloucester for Al.

    The following day brought sunshine and a cruise to the Tudor Arms at Slimbridge for lunch. Al was good at steering Rainboat, but did find the pace 'a bit slow'. We'll remind him of that the next time we get stuck behind an HGV 😂

    Thursday came around and it was time for Al to head home, but not before we video called our Dad to wish him happy birthday! 🎊 He was on his little yacht Louisa, in Amble marina, getting ready for a sail with Sarah and the dogs. Vicky is always sad when Al leaves, but it was really great to spend some time together. Now that Martha is up and running he'll hopefully use her to visit us again soon!
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  • Sellers Bridge, Hardwicke

    July 18, 2024 in England ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C

    After waving goodbye to Al, we readied Rainboat and cast off to find a spot in the shade for the heatwave forecast over the next few days.

    Mid morning and it was already baking. Vicky and the dogs sheltered on the galley steps while Will steered. We joined a number of boats moored just after Sellers Bridge, near Hardwicke. The dense line of towpath trees here would protect us from the worst of the late afternoon sun. We wet the roof, hung dog blankets outside three windows and wet them also, to dissipate the worst of the heat. Unfortunately clumps of brown scum floated along the canal surface so swimming was out, but we put cool water in the bath and cooled down in there, leaving the water in place to absorb some heat.

    Our computer was fixed and ready to be picked up from Gloucester, but the little shop was closed at weekends so Will braved it and cycled in. The collection went well but he returned to the bike to find it had a puncture! Walking all the way back in the heat wasn't an option, but as luck would have it, there was a bike shop just a few hundred metres away, which was able to replace the inner tube. Will found an air conditioned pub to have cool drink and a bite to eat while he waited, so it all turned out well in the end.
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  • Last time in Gloucester

    Jul 20–21, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    The worst of the heat had passed so we made our way back towards Gloucester for the final time. From here we intend to retrace our steps back up the Severn, to where it is joined by the Avon, taking this smaller river to the Midlands.

    We moored temporarily outside Sainsburys for groceries and to collect an ebay order from Argos. We'd only intended to moor temporarily in Gloucester Basin while we picked up our prescriptions from Boots. Vicky's was ready but Will's GP had sent it to the wrong location, several miles back where we'd just come from. The pharmacist said if we called we could get them to release the prescription and he could dispense it, but despite calling regularly throughout the day, nobody picked up.

    There was a 2 day Food and Drink festival with live music at the Docks so we decided to stay and explore this. The aisles were packed and we'd brought the dogs so were stopped frequently by admirers wanting to pet them. The food was a mix of hipster and speciality products with edgy flavourings. Will picked up a big block of matured cheddar and a bottle of aged balsamic vinegar. The rest was interesting but we weren't tempted by anything we wouldn't normally put in our shopping basket.

    Returning the following day without the dogs, the market had lost its allure for us. We love places where we can meet the makers and talk to producers about what they are selling. This was too commercial and the sellers too far removed from what they had to sell. The walkways were once again congested and Vicky found herself barged out of the way at one point, so we drifted into town and found a quiet, air conditioned Samuel Smith's pub for a light lunch and an organic wheat beer for Will.

    Will ended up cycling the few miles to the overwhelmed and understaffed chemist in Quedgeley to pick up his prescription.
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  • Haw Bridge, last mooring on the Severn

    Jul 21–23, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 22 °C

    Back on the River Severn, Rainboat had to work hard against the current. Despite this we made good headway and moored at the quiet pontoon near Haw Bridge.

    It was good to take a few days to relax after our visitors and the trip to Gloucester. Vicky and the dogs found some windfall plums in a back lane and Will made jam from them. The weather was still hot so Vicky took a swim to cool off. We knew the flow was fast so Will acted as a safety boat in the canoe and she kept next to Rainboat, working hard just to stay still!Read more

  • Tewkesbury, The River Avon

    Jul 23–25, 2024 in England ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

    A new river! Since Sharpness we'd been retracing our steps, but today we turned right at the confluence of the Severn and the Avon and made our way to Tewkesbury.

    Straight away it was clear the Avon was a smaller and altogether gentler river than the Severn. It was also the first waterway we'd come to not covered by the annual CRT license fee. Will had planned ahead and payed £110 for 30 days' access. Vicky wrote out our 8 figure code on A4 cards and stuck them in the windows on either side for inspectors to see.

    A short lock signalled our arrival in Tewkesbury and the friendly lockie helped us wrap the fore and aft ropes around bollards before he let the water in. It's not something we'd needed to do before, but is a requirement on the Avon. Will bought a guide book to the navigation (£6.50) and a 2 day mooring pass for the town (£10). Most moorings are included in the original fee, but those in the big urban areas are charged separately. It was an expensive day!

    The lock is at a right angle to the river. Our journey on the Avon would take us upstream but we turned downstream to explore the few hundred metres of navigable channel that lay downstream towards the sandstone Abbey. Small cruisers and the odd narrowboat were moored along the banks. Fluorescent tape cordoned off fallen trees and collapsed sections of jetty. Wooden planks remained where the town visitor moorings had been, but they sagged and the platform had gaping holes. It hardly needed the sign saying they were closed down. Turning at the end a fisher called out to say we looked like a floating garden centre. We're really happy with all the plants we've managed to grow on our little rooftop garden this year!

    A short distance before the lock we squeezed alongside a section of concrete bank where there were blue painted metal poles to tie up; the colour signifying a public mooring. Towering above us was the old brick flour mill that had been closed for decades. Despite being borded up it's a beautiful building and we hope it can be restored and put to use one day.

    As is often the way, Will went to e explore the nearby high street while Vicky nested and rested with the furries. After Gloucester's wide pedestrianised streets, the pavements seemed narrow and the seemingly endless stream of traffic noisy. Above the boutiques and butchers, charity shops and coffee stops, hung an array of medieval banners representing those who fought here in the 1471 War of Roses. Contemporary and unremarkable buildings were interspersed with olde worlde timber frame structures.

    Will was excited when he returned to Rainboat; he'd found a shop that could print and frame a photo for us. Vicky wasn't very well but we'd been looking for somewhere like this for a while so we quickly transferred the chosen photo to her phone and went in. We'd expected to wait at least a day but the friendly framer must have been having a slow afternoon because they said to pick it up in half an hour. We waited with drinks in a comfy café and were really pleased with the result. We celebrated by eating fish and chips on the stern that evening.

    The following day was a real treat. Will's friend and former colleague Jane, who he'd taught with at Hillcrest many years ago was coming to visit! She's been following our travels for a long time and although she and Vicky had never met, Vicky felt like she knew her from all the online interactions.

    The lock keeper kindly lent us the key so Jane could park her car in the locked flour mill car park, right alongside Rainboat. After a quick tour, catch-up and obligatory licks from Leo we got started on a short cruise to the riverside Fleet Inn for lunch. Chatting away about times old and new relaxed us all. Jane and her husband had previously lived in a motorhome and they'd aslo taken a short boat holiday on the northern stretches of the Avon and down the Severn. Despite initial nervousness Jane steered Rainboat really well, especially considering the blustery wind. We'd booked a table at the pub and were glad to see the metal platform directly outside it was empty as it belonged to the Avon Trust and therefore wasn't able to be reserved.

    It was a large place with several areas for people to sit outdoors. There were little huts, deckchairs and a covered patio section with a pizza oven already fired up and ready to cook. It was so nice to be able to spend time with Jane and exchange tales of travels face to face. She relaxed on the way back to Tewkesbury as Will took the helm. She then took good care of Tiger when we arrived and there wasn't enough room for us. Luckily one boat, then another called out to us that they were leaving soon, so we just needed to float about for a bit before squeezing in once again.

    Jane, thanks so much for all your comments and taking the time to visit us. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did ☺️
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  • Tewkesbury 2

    July 25, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    Like the Severn, moorings on the Avon are restricted to 24 or 48 hours. We wanted more time to get to know Tewkesbury so just on the off chance, Will asked the lock keeper whether we could buy another two nights. Happily he agreed 😊

    A bit of drama unfolded right outside Rainboat. The school holidays had just begun and two young teenagers climbed over the gate and broke into the old flour mill. Several police cars and two fire engines attended for several hours trying to find them. They emerged safe and sound in the end and we think the fire brigade blocked up their point of entry, though they'll doubtless find another...

    As luck would have it our extended stay coincided with Tewkesbury Live. Every pub in town (there are a considerable number) would host live music over the weekend! Tables were replaced with straw bales and seats in beer gardens and some venues even erected outdoor stages with lights. We headed to a place we'd seen advertising all beers made within a 20 mile radius. It was lovely beer but it was very much a traditional, drinking establishment focussed on the drinks and didn't have any music at the time we visited. Vicky returned to the boat so as not to overdo it, while Will went on to a couple more places with street food and bands. The festival has only been going a few years but it is a great idea surely gives the town a big boost at the beginning of the summer.
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  • Strensham Lock Island

    Jul 27–30, 2024 in England ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    The Avon really is a beautiful river with a Wind in the Willows type feel. We travelled away from Tewkesbury, along its green corridor to moor at the river island near Strensham Lock.

    Islands have been built at many of the Avon's locks, splitting the channel in two, with most of the water flowing over a wier and the rest channeled through the narrow lock structure.

    Boats sat in long term moorings along the west bank but few people passed us either by water or on foot. We were separated from the lock by trees and bushes, making it one of the more private moorings we've had. It got uncomfortably hot at times but the shade cast by trees made a big difference.

    Leo got himself into a bit of bother when Will dropped a sheet of freshly rolled pasta. Leo rushed in and grabbed it, gulping it down whilst growling aggressively. He usually has a cast iron stomach but it took a few days and many a trip out in the middle of the night for it to return to normal this time.

    Our router has begun to malfunction so for much of the time we didn't have any internet. We spent our time sewing, painting, fishing, boat maintenance with jobs such as greasing the door hinges and taking our separating toilet apart to try and find out why the extraction fan and light had stopped working. We diagnosed the problem as a break in the circuit board and called 'Woo Woo Waterless Toilets', the UK distributor to get a replacement. They were very helpful and said they'd send it out free of charge as it was within the 5 year warranty. On the 7th call to nearby post offices we found one in Pershore that would take the parcel in for us. Meanwhile, Will bypassed the circuit board and hooked the fan up directly to 12v power. It was rather stinky without it! 🤢
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  • Eckington Wharf

    July 30, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 28 °C

    Eckington Wharf moorings were restricted to 24 hours but what a wonderful place to be able to stay!

    Just upriver of a beautiful 16th century arched red sandstone bridge, the mooring rings were adjacent to a picnic area with small car park. It being a heat wave, dozens of people of all ages visited during the day, either by car or from other places on the river with canoes, kayaks and SUPs. Many people, including us, just took to the water in their swimwear.

    There was an amazing atmosphere of enjoyment and relaxation. The water was clear, allowing you to see different kinds of weed and the hundreds of little fish. Will got his snorkeling gear out for a closer look. Above the surface, bright metalic damsleflies and dragonflies flitted through the air and settled on lilly pads and reeds. It felt idyllic.

    As the heat of the day began to dissipate we took the dogs out to a picnic bench and enjoyed a BBQ. Leo had to be put on his harness because of all the other people with picnics and bbq's ripe for raiding, but he coped very well with it.
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  • Great Comberton

    July 31, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 26 °C

    From the busy 'holiday camp' atmosphere of Eckington Wharf we travelled to the seclusion and tranquility of the visitor moorings near Great Comberton.

    There was only enough space for two boats and we were by ourselves for much of our two day stay. There was a mown green which led to a mown path with trees providing much appreciated shade. The heatwave meant we didn't venture far but Leo was able to wander free without us worrying about him stealing others' food.

    Our router was still playing up so we only had the limited connection from our phone sims. It was frustrating but there was plenty of other things we could do. We both swam, Will fished and canoed and Vicky layed out on the green with 'The Iron Snakes' book written by our friend Jenny Maxwell. She took 15 minutes to do the Big butterfly Count but only spotted 4 butterflies.
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  • Pershore Bridges

    Aug 2–3, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 24 °C

    The Pershore Bridges moorings were only for 24 hours but we were grateful for the reprieve they provided after the hot journey.

    It was a 10 minute walk up a gentle hill to the high street which was bedecked with purple and yellow banners celebrating Pershore's Plum festival. We'd not heard of it before but apparently orchards around the town produce a wide range of different plums, including many heritage varieties and several created locally, including the Pershore Purple, Pershore Yellow Egg Plum and Pershore Emblem. We bought and enjoyed a punnet of the purple.

    The actual festival is at the end of August but there are a variety of events in the weekends leading up to it. After buying up a few bits and bobs we dropped into the Millers Arms pub for a bite of lunch and were pleased to see a whole 'doggy station' with beds, toys, bowls and treats. We didn't have Leo and Lil with us but returned with them the following day. Unfortunately they weren't as impressed as we were, preferring to sit on Vicky's lap, leaving the bed and toy untouched on the floor. Typical 😂

    As part of the Plum festival, Queen Victoria and mascots Prunella and Eggbert were meeting and greeting visitors. We admired their dedication wearing their costumes in the heat! A market stretched the length of Broad Street where local vendors sold their wares with a plummy twist. Preserves, spirits, baked goods and fresh farm produce were among some lovely original art works and a horse box café. What a great way to celebrate the town!
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  • Pershore Town Green

    Aug 3–5, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    Having used up our 24 hour limit at Pershore Bridges moorings, we travelled the short distance through one lock, to Pershore Town Green moorings. They were packed with about a dozen boats and we only just squeezed in, with the boat behind us moving back to give us more space. As we were tying up Tiger ran to a couple on a nearby bench and Vicky grabbed her swiftly before she stuffed her head in the punnet of green fruit at their feet. They were pleased to chat and offered us a couple of the green gages they'd just bought; one very tart and the other softer and sweeter with a beautiful scent to it.

    The Town Green acted as a flood plain in wetter months but its short grass was now dotted with picnicers, fishers, dog walkers and people just out enjoying the summer weather. It really was a lovely spot, but Leo's obsession with food and his fear of being on a lead meant walking him was a constant battle, trying to keep him away from people's food and the scraps left behind.

    There were plenty of litter bins, which we later learned were for boaters' rubbish too. The mornings were easier for walking Leo because foxes would come and clear any edibles overnight. We heard them screeching at each other at one point, causing Vicky to go out on the stern with a torch to check somebody wasn't being attacked!

    On our first evening we heard a rat-a-tat-tat on the window. A fellow boater had been admiring Rainboat's sparkles and wanted to know how they were done. Will chatted with her and as the conversation was coming to a close she told him he looked very familiar. It turned out to be Angie Johnson who taught at the same school as Will over 24 years ago! She came in for a drink and a reminisce that evening and we went over to her boat Jakara, the following day. She had recently welcomed a gorgeous Norwegian Forest Cat called Peaches into her life and Vicky enjoyed a cuddle and a play. At 8 years old Peaches was a former breeding and show cat and by her attitude she knew she was special! She demanded so much more attention than Abby and was constantly looking out the window and climbing inside bags of shopping Angie had brought back!

    Meeting Angie and Peaches is the main the main thing we'll remember about this mooring but there was also really good access to an Asda and a leisure centre with swimming pool.
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  • Fladbury Lock Island

    August 6, 2024 in England ⋅ 🌙 16 °C

    Like at most of the Avon's locks, the river was parted around a small island, with one side going through the lock and the other over a wier. As a result of all the hot, dry days the water level was low and only flowed over half the wier.

    The island we moored at had a large old brick house on it, within its fenced off gardens. A group of young people seemed to be making the most of their stay there and we saw several taking trips between the island and the bank on the house's little flat bottomed rope ferry.

    There wasn't much room to walk the dogs on the island but if we crossed the bridge over the lock there was a dirt track between fields and space left at the side of a wheat field for fishers to drive their cars to the fishing platforms. The wheat ears were nearly ripe and there were some amazing blackberries ready to pick for smoothies 😋
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  • Workman Gardens, Evesham

    August 8, 2024 in England ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

    Tiger Lilly and Leo needed their annual boosters. After getting the vets we visited last year in Skipton to email their records through we looked ahead and found that Evesham had four vets within walking distance of the river. We chose the least corporate looking one that displayed their prices online. We were also encouraged by the good review given by a boater who had previously taken their dog for a booster.

    Evesham's central moorings are limited to 48 hours but there were was a 24 hour jetty just a little way downriver meaning we could stay 3 days within easy reach of shops.

    The receptionist at JP Vets advised us to come to one of the open surgeries, held for an hour every weekday morning and from 16:30-18:00. We walked the dogs in the narrow terraced park between the boat and the road, hoping to tire them out. Unfortunately Leo found and tucked into what looked like human diarrhea and very cross when Vicky scooped him up and plonked him back on board 💩🤢

    When we arrived at JP vets it turned out Jo Parsons was the only vet with a small team around her. Everyone was encouraged to wait outside the building to give the animals space and reduce stress. It seemed to work because when Jo called us in, she was able to give Leo his injection without a muzzle or so much as a grumble! 5 star service!

    We moved to the central moorings adjoining Workman Gardens the following day. The linear park was lovely, with seating and picnic benches, an avenue of Lime Trees, 3 petanque courts, room for a group to set up a gazebo, chairs and play croquet, table tennis tables and a number of whale art sculptures. These came about as a result of an expedition to the Arctic in 1819 that killed 10 whales. A Mr Stanton sent the jawbones of one of the bowhead whales to his friend Dr Cooper, who lived in the manor house that is now Evesham Hotel. In 1906 Copper's granddaughters donated the bones to the town, who displayed them in Workman Gardens. In 2012 they were returned to the hotel as they could no longer stand up to the weather and floods. A local metal worker and a woodworker created the sculpture that now stands as their replacement. A small group of Eastern European daytime drinkers would gather close to the sculture, but they were friendly and didn't cause anyone any bother.

    The council had obviously made a huge investment in the waterfront and it really was the jewel in Evesham's crown. On the opposite bank was Abbey Park which led up the hill to the Abbey tower and walled gardens. Beautiful old trees dotted the slopes, casting refreshing circles of shade. Further down there were sand and water parks, a band stand, lilly pond, boulevard and café, not to mention the tennis courts, multi use games area and rowing club! On the water, the Avon Navigation Trust had a welcome boat like the one at Tewkesbury and beside it were dragon pedalos for hire.

    The very centre of Evesham was pedestrianised but the shops seemed to be struggling. Nail bars, vape vendors, fried chicken joints and off licenses were more frequent than any independent retailers and despite our love of charity shops even we felt like Evesham was drowning in them. The indoor shopping centre only had a few outlets that remained open and was a really depressing place to walk through.

    We kept our eyes open for somewhere to eat and found a nice looking café called Brew Bear. It had beautiful original paintings, some of them on canvas, some on the walls themselves and all done by the manager. The owner Rob was standing as an independent candidate for the upcoming parish council elections. He was a friendly and charismatic chap who had about half a dozen framed local newspaper articles about his exploits.

    We hadn't had the chance to eat out much recently so we visited the timber framed Red Lion the following day. The pub was friendly with the baked potato café next door and Will took them up on their offer of bringing food from one to the other. We passed the group of older customers spouting anti immigrant rhetoric and found a little snug at the back where Will taught Vicky how to play backgammon. The manager admitted he too was putting distance between himself and the incendiary political talk, saying it was difficult to know at what point to step in on a private conversation, albeit in a business open to the public.

    There were a few things we really liked about Evesham, but the town was obviously struggling. In the end it was a relief to leave because of Leo's obsession with scrounging scraps from under the picnic tables and raging at the lovely swans. We love him dearly but he's not the easiest of dogs!
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  • Offenham Lock

    August 11, 2024 in England ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    We saw out another mini heat wave just above Offenham Lock. Once again there was an area restricted to 24 hours and another nearby, restricted to 48 hours, so we used both and stayed three nights.

    It was a quiet spot away from roads. The nearest building was a pub that you had to cross the river to get to; another thing the canoe came in handy for!

    The pub, the nearby static caravan site and private moorings were all owned by the same people. It's possible the golf course down the lane was too.

    There was a little tree cover between us and the wier, but the rest of the area was short grass- great for the furries but not so good for shade. We dunked blankets in the river and hung them over the windows on the sunny side which helped a little. A few narrowboats, ribs and SUPs passed by and Will joined them; swimming, snorkeling and canoeing.

    The lack of tree cover and relatively dark, clear sky made this a good place to watch the Perseid meteor shower. We climbed on the roof and lay back. The view was such that the major constellations were filled out with other fainter stars. We tracked the progress of satellites (a surprising number!) and listened to the gentle flick of bat wings as their fast moving silhouettes whizzed close by over our heads. Both of us gasped each time we saw a shooting star. They move so fast, their tails flaming so brightly before they disappear in less than a second. They never fail to thrill. We counted five before we went inside, having added another special memory to our lives on Rainboat ☄️
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  • Welford Lock Island

    Aug 16–18, 2024 in England ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    The seeming seclusion of some overnight spots on the Avon has been a real treat. Welford lock island was another of these places. There wasn't much room to walk the dogs, even when we crossed the narrow lock bridge to the bank, but we did some training exercises with them on the first day to tire them out. On the second day Mark and Caroline arrived with their three children Harry, Bronwyn and Monty. The younger two were more than enough to keep the dogs busy with lots of strokes, games and trick training!

    A number of small local boats visited for a few hours at different times during our stay. We got chatting to one guy who was blackberry picking with his kids. He told us there was otters on the other side of the island and showed Will a spot by a fallen tree that they would often sit and leave their scent. We'd hear outboards passing after the sun had set and assume their crews had been fishing into the dusk.
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