
In only her first month as a narrowboater, Bee Lavender qualifies as a real boating blogger. She's taught me quite a few things with her post on her first full day's cruising. Quite apart from the fact that her husband is six and a half feet tall and thus not constructed to fit naturally in a narrowboat without folding, I also learned about the Upware Republic, something new to me and utterly fascinating.
Bee & family spent Sunday hunting for diesel, a somewhat unromantic process but it's right in the spirit of the serendipity of the waterways, and they seem to have had a great time. In years to come I bet they'll smile fondly at their brave inexperience when they look back on the day:
Last weekend we decided it was time to fill up the boat since it is best to have a full tank of diesel before winter commences. The only trouble is that the nearest fueling depot is three or four hours away on the River Great Ouse. This journey would consequently be a serious endeavor, involving opening two locks. Which we did not know how to do. So off we went to a bookstore, where we purchased guides that served mainly to frighten us, and then early Sunday loaded the boat with children and snacks and set off.
One thought occurred to me: By the time they get back to Cambridge, they might need to fill the tank all over again! Anyway, at the end of their first day, they found themselves unexpectedly at Ely instead of returning to Cambridge by boat, and they had to tie up near the Ship of the Fens and return home by train. Four hours of cruising, ten minutes of return train journey; it's a common experience with inland boating. They were lucky, in the desolation of the fens, to find a train station.
Ely is a delightful place to moor, with plenty of swans to decorate the local riverside pubs. When I was there a couple of years ago, cruel pranksters had spray-painted a couple of them black, with red beaks. I do hope the paint was non-toxic, and organic, and particularly I hope it was fair-trade.
Now that she's told us of her first full day on the English waterways, I think Bee is qualified to be on my boatroll. (I don't know the name of her boat, and after this 'outing' of her outing, I doubt she'll be in a mood to say!) I hope many more boating posts follow. Perhaps she will make it to the Grand Union Canal in due course (it's a week's travel) and once there, make a dash for the narrow canals, the narrowboat's true and spiritual home.
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