But is it Art?

In town a few days ago, I saw that Trinity Street had come to a standstill, watching a young woman placing hundreds of origami boats (she had in fact made exactly 1000) in a neat line along the kerb.



I stopped to ask her what it was all about, and she told me that she was a Fine Art student at Anglia Ruskin and this was part of her final year project. The boats were spilling out of a small gallery on Trinity Street, and was apparently a comment on whether art should be confined to galleries at all.



She also told me she had plans to set the boats free to float down the Cam when the exhibition is finished. I had my reservations about this, especially as this was just before the Great Cam Clean Up, but she assured me she had permission!

Home. At last.

The Duck now has a home. A permanent one.

We're still on The List, waiting for a Cambridge mooring, but this one is nearly as good. On the Cam, easily commutable to Cambridge (no more 7 mile cycle rides in the dark!) and really lovely.

Its surreal. We're sitting here, knowing that we don't have to move again until we want to. What utter luxury. But we will try not to forget that we do live on a boat, and that we can still cruise about.

Right, drinks aboard Pippin call....

The Ducklings

Emma's ducklings find some bread between the bank and nb Innocenti. Everyone: 'Aww!'

There and back again

Stretham- Waterbeach (Saturday), Waterbeach-Cambridge (Sunday)

On Saturday, we set off into the grey and windy Fens, heading either into Cambridge or Waterbeach, depending on mood. The boat was running well, punching through the chop created by the strong winds, and we made good time into Upware, where we retrieved our "Lucky Duck" statuette and lock-gate plinth, with the boat's name inscribed, in addition to our long power cable. After a year of visiting fitfully, and carefully maneuvering in and out, the lease on the marina berth is coming to an end and so we collected the paraphenalia.

We headed into Waterbeach, and ended up lounging in the late afternoon sun, reading and relaxing, and in the evening we met Big John and Jackie of wb Pippin and Simon who owns the dutch barge Cosmos in The Bridge pub, before heading back to Bottisham and their moorings aboard Pippin. A small amount of wine and gin was consumed, strictly in moderation of course, before we assisted John in setting up his blog, and then headed regretfully home across the fens.

Sunday saw us both in Cambridge early for the Radegun Mile head race; run perhaps more frivolously than other races. Then we came back out to Clayhithe aboard Kestrel, before going to The Bridge again and then, after Emma arrived, headed for home in convoy.

Special Guests

St Ives - Stretham

14 miles, 3 locks

In which the Ducks return to the flatlands in order to entertain some unexpected, but very welcome guests.

After a trip to Waitrose to stock up on lots of sausages (it will become clear why so many were needed!) we set off at 10 or so from St Ives in miserably chilly, damp, grey weather. As we pressed on towards Earith, the land became flatter and once past Hermitage Lock we were well and truly back in the Fens.



We took turns steering through this dull stretch, while the other pottered about inside, tidying, washing up and straightening things out, in preparation for our visitors. Just as we finally moored up in Stretham, the sun started to come out and we received a phonecall from John to say that he and his boys were in the village, now where is the river? John is the previous owner of Lucky Duck, and had not seen the boat (except on the blog) since we'd waved goodbye to him on the BCN last August. He had texted me yesterday to see if we were free. It was really great to see him, and we had a nostalgic afternoon together regaling each other with stories of what we'd been up to since we last saw each other, and John reminiscing about his years aboard the Duck. His two sons played about on the bank, and enjoyed investigating the upturned hull of a dutch barge that lies like a beached whale on the grass near the mooring. For tea, with five hungry people to feed, I made a big pile of sausage and mash, before waving goodbye. As an added bonus John also agreed to take with him the two empty gas bottles thaht we've been unable to rid ourselves of (due to their being from a company with a network limited to Birmingham), and which have been cluttering up our welldeck for months.

All in all a pleasant afternoon was had and we look forward to hearing more about the fitting out of John's new boat, nb Shuttleworth Snap!

Help Enough

St Neots - St Ives

15 miles, 6 locks

In which the Duck and her crew brave dismal weather, but make good time thanks to the stream and help from the crew of nb Enough, arriving in St Ives in time for a trip back into Cambridge.

Last night we had the misfortune to fall foul of some of St Neots' unsavoury characters, who let the Duck off its moorings, and proceeded to shout insults at us from the safety of the opposite river bank. We suffered no damage since the stern line remained attached and we were quickly able to remoor the bow, but it was without a backward glance that we left the town this morning, despite a grim, grey sky.

It felt quicker, moing in the opposite direction, due partly to our moving with the stream, but also to sharing all but one of the six loxks we passed through today. The first lock, St Neots, we went through alone but it is pretty quick to empty, thanks to a lack of time delay.


St Neots Lock

We were soon through, and as we passed the GOBA moorings near Great Paxton, we were joined by nb Enough, who caught up with us at Offord Lock. Fellow CWDF users and also readers of our blog, there was little we could tell them about our recent adventures that they hadn't already read! They were good company, and made working the other five locks more efficient. At Brampton, however, we were held up by a routine lock mechanism inspection, but the maintenance team were a friendly bunch, and worked the guillotine controls for us.


Sharing Hemingford Lock with nb Enough

The weather failed to improve, but we made St Ives by 4pm. On the way in, just before mooring up, we saw an unnamed narrowboat (dark blue with white details) who recognised us from the blog- hello to you all! We moored at the EA moorings by the museum and did a few odd jobs before setting out to Cambridge for a rowing outing. In the rain... It was a good chance to test the reliability of the bus route however, and we were glad to discover that the buses currently running the route we took are in fact the same vehicles which are to be used on the forthcoming guided busway. They are comfortable, with free wifi and power sockets (great for charging mobiles on the way to work!). See Kestrel's blog tomorrow for more on this!

Here comes the sun

Huntingdon- St. Neots

10 miles, 4 locks

In which the Duck and its crew brave some odd landing stages designed for cruisers, get back into the swing ofmanual locks, and finish up in St. Neots- enjoying wonderful sunshine all the way.





















Today we were very lazy and watched the sun sparkle on the bedroom ceiling for ages before getting up. My reluctance to emerge from the duvet was, I think, caused by reading a book by Stephen Fry until half past two the previous night- it was simply too good to put down!

However, eventually we set off and watched the sun start to peep through the grey clouds. We observed several useful moorings along the way, and having passed through Godmanchester Lock, we found Brampton Lock a bit more of a challenge. The lock landing stages have been designed for cruisers, and this particular stage required you to approach it at right angles, make a sharp turn, and end up alongside. Perfectly possible if you've got an outboard motor or a Z-drive on a boat that can turn on a sixpence- but the Duck isn't quite that maneuverable... in the end, I let the wind blow the boat onto it, which was the easier option!




















Ahoy...


The locks were all against us, which slowed our progress, but just before lunch- soup, taken on the move- the sunscreen had to come out, as the sun emerged from behind the clouds.





















Amy and I shared the steering, and I abandoned her (deliberately) to enter St. Neots lock by herself, which she managed perfectly despite a very strong cross-wind. This lock is massive, over a hundred feet long and about 12 foot in width, with a fall and rise of about ten feet. Amy managed to cover herself in slime from the lock wall whilst she attached the centre rope to a vertical cable- her screams were very girlie! (Apparently, it was "very slimy slime" and she didn't like it.)

Finally we made it into St. Neots, and moored up on some floating pontoon moorings right in the centre of town. We plan on using these and other local moorings in the future, as it's only a 40 minute bus ride from here into Cambridge on the infamous X5 bus- which has now been revamped with leather seats, air conditioning and wifi, so the commute might well be quite pleasant.

We visited the Waitrose supermarket having looked around the town, and established that the bus stop is a mere three minute walk from the mooring- convenient! Once back at the boat, we filled up the water tank (having been lied to on two previous occasions by the IMRAY guide, which promised water points which turned out to be non-existent) and had a wonderful picnic in the sun by the boat, with choc ices, quiche, cake, and sausage rolls.





















The floating pontoon here attracted a few groups of local children, however one group- having been smoking and playfighting- decided to leave in a hurry after one of their number fell in. The soggy hoodie trailed home, followed by his mates, and we restrained laughter.

Now, where did I put my windlass...?

Double Duck...


St. Ives- Huntingdon

6 miles, 2 locks

In which the Duck and its intrepid crew explore St. Ives, leave (eventually) for Huntingdon, with Amy at the tiller, and negotiate two locks with- gasp!- manually operated paddles and v-gates, before mooring in Huntingdon- and updating their Imray guide...

Today we went for a look around St. Ives, and exchanged our library books (from Ely library) for new ones from St. Ives. We're certainly going through the reading material this holiday! It's also useful to be able to take books out of one library, and return them in another- and great to have libraries with proper choice, as Cambridge's library is closed because one of the walls nearly fell down!

We tried to do some laundry, but found all the machines in use, and impatient to be off, we started the engine and moved through St. Ives' medieval bridge, with Amy at the tiller. We observed the moorings along the way- and they are plentiful, which is promising- including the highly picturesque Hemingford Grey. Unfortunately, one set of EA moorings is on an island with, it seems, no way of getting off on foot or by bike- which makes commuting from them somewhat impractical, to say the least!

The two locks had manually opened paddles (or slackers, as they're known around here) and v-gates, so we retrieved the windlass from under the sofa (luckily we didn't have to search for it,I had previously found them whilst tidying up) and I tried to remember which end of the windlass went onto the paddle gear, and which side of the beam to push- these locks were the first manual ones (with the exception of St. Ives, which we shared with other boaters) we've operated ourselves since last year.




















I did the gates, Amy handled the boat- luckily she'd had her Shreddies for breakfast....


Eventually, Huntingdon came into view, and there was space on the 24 hour moorings next to a riverside park; also, unfortunately close to the main ring-road, but it's not too noisy. We locked up and went to explore, having eaten some easter eggs (bought for a third of the price in St. Ives earlier! Easter eggs are cheap after Easter...). According to the IMRAY guide, Huntingdon only has a small set of 24 hour moorings, but we found a good stretch of 48 hour moorings that were unmarked. We located the bus station, and the bays from which the buses into Cambridge depart, and then went into the town center properly. It had a variety of nice buildings, and after stocking up at Waitrose (Tesco was too far away!) headed back to the boat, where we mopped off the bird poo accumulated in St. Ives. A downside of mooring on the quay is that it is a good spot for feeding the birds, and so pigeons, ducks, geese and swans all congregated- and some left their mark...




















Moored at Huntingdon

As I was going to St Ives...

Earith - St Ives

7 miles, 2 locks

In which the sun finally manages to shine upon the Duck and its crew. A somewhat hair-raising incident occurs but is quickly put right.

We awoke to the sound of the broads cruiser which was breasted up to us overnight moving off. After a quick breakfast we followed them, departing Earith at about 10am. As we set off, we saw a flotilla of kayaks and canoes passing us. Several more passed us on the way to Brownshill Staunch,a nd when we arrived, and moored up on the floating landing stages, we found the whole lock to be filled with them. They had apparently come all the way from Bedford! The drop in the water heights at the lock was about 2 inches, but it tookan inordinate anount of time to get through! There are guillotine gates at both ends, and both have long delay timers on. But we were in no hurry.

Just after the lock, a watery sun began to shine through the broken clouds, and the lansdscape turned from flat fenland to leafy countryside. We passed the pictureque Holywell, noting a new GOBA mooring that is not marked on the Imray map. The new guided busway route (which is due to open in the summer and would be a great help to us if we were to commute from moorings around St Ives nad Huntingdon) passes over the river just before St Ives:



Approaching St Ives Lock, we saw that the landing stage was full of plastic cruisers to decided to hang back and hover until we were able to go into the lock. Just then, James noticed that we seemed to have lost reverse gear! We were still able to go forward so limped into the lock, with a plan to check it out on the other side. The lock itself was the first one we'd had to operate manually since sometime last September on the Middle Level!



On the other side, there was nowhere to land due to a number of waiting plastc boats, and we planned to stop on the moorings in St Ives itself which we could see were not too far off. But about halfway there we lost all drive to the prop and were fortunately able to drift into bank and check out the problem. A quick look at the engine confirmed what we had feared: the bolts holding the coupling on had come loose. Clearly the ny-locks were not enough, and we resolved to Loctite them on. But it was easy enough to tighten the bolts and in 10 minutes we were on the move again, much to our relief!



We moored up on the public quay, just before the medieval stone arched bridge, and set off in the sun to explore St Ives and its transport connections.




Is Mr. ASBO also a graffiti artist? - passageway near the quay in St Ives

Double Breasted

Ely-Earith

15 miles, 1 lock, 1 suicidal hireboater

In which the Duck and its intrepid crew brave new waters and moor up on a tidal stretch of river




















Today has been the first full day of our holiday cruise down the Old West river and the Ouse. Saturday could have been the start, but the weather was awful- so we stayed put in Ely, went to the library, and eventually helped the current hirers of nb Zinfandel (the boat is based in Chesterton in Cambridge) to breast up alongside, as there were no other moorings to be had anywhere. Finally, we watched Doctor Who. I think that Cambridgeshire Council should invest in flying buses, like the one we saw on the programme, rather than guided buses- they wouldn't be slowed by congestion on Milton Road!

Sunday morning dawned grey and cheerless- but at least it wasn't raining! We set off at 11am, after breakfast, and visited the waterpoint. Zinfandel was still breasted up on the outside, so we carefully crept out, flicking their sternline over our roof, before remooring them. nb Wildfowl was already at the waterpoint, so we moored in the winding hole for five minutes and emptied the loo cassette. Unfortunately, the blade has become detached from the runners on the cassette, so it won't close; looks like we might need a new one. I'm going to look on the Thetford website for instructions to see if it can be fixed. In the meantime, we've retrieved the old PortaPotti from storage in the well deck and, after cleaning it, are using that.

Once we had emptied that, and I had tried to fix it and failed, we headed off on the first leg of the voyage. The weather was still grey and cheerless, but still not raining! Having passed the Lazy Otter marina, we were on uncharted waters. The Old West is twisty and narrow, and an impatient and eratically driven hireboat from Bridge boatyard pressed past at one point.




















The hirers didn't seem used to wheel steering the boat, and so they were zigzaging all over the place, and nearly hit us twice and the bank once when overtaking. I went into neutral and let them past, leaving them to head around the corner and almost hit a bathing cow!

The river, especially the latter sections, reminded me of the Oxford canal; only the high floodbanks on both sides, which prevented us from seeing anything, meant the journey was a bit boring.

Eventually, we reached Hermitage lock, and the lockkeeper locked us through onto the tidal stretch at Earith.




















Leaving Hermitage Lock

We've moored onto the visitor moorings on floating pontoons, next to the marina. At the end of the pontoon is the floating diesel pump:




















Unfortunately, the pontoon is designed for two or three cruisers, and the Duck takes up almost all the available space; so a large visiting broads cruiser has breasted up alongside us for the night. Earith has one post office, two pubs, and one bus in to Cambridge per day. Luckily it gets in at the right time, so Earith is a possible mooring for commuting- although getting back again is somewhat harder and involves two bus journeys!




















So today we were breasted up at the start and the finish.

Tomorrow, the plan is to hop into St. Ives and moor there, investigating the market, the moorings, and the travel posibilities into Cambridge.