I went to the IWA Festival on Sunday.
Granny was at Milton Keynes. I was still dithering whether to attend, right up to 1pm on Sunday. So I locked her up at lunchtime and drove up without any plans for staying the night, but fully expecting to find a cheap hotel if needed.
In the event, I arrived at 4.3opm, nipped in on a late entry price (£3.50) and wandered the festival as fast as possible, before ending up in a raging and unpleasant row with Barry and Jason Kaye of BK Marine, the Webasto distributors, for reasons (and with consequences) I'll elaborate on later. It's an ugly story, which they'll undoubtedly say is entirely my fault. And I'll reply in kind.
This soured my trip, so I was in no mood to stay long. However, I met Mike Moorse of NB Guelrose and his wife, and I calmed down over a cup of tea and a stroke of their beautiful labradors. My hand stank of dog for the rest of the night, but by god it was so relaxing.
Then I waited - like everyone else - for the illuminated boats procession. And waited. And waited.
It was a bit anti-climatic this year. I think the problem was the stoplock at Autherley Junction. It really held up the flow of boats. Still, some lovely efforts.
They made a better fist of it than I did of the photographs. Still, I made some lovely efforts too.
Steam boat Emily Anne was perhaps the most spectacular, but I particularly liked Kew, which always takes part in these parades and never fails to rise to the occasion. This year Kew was festooned with illuminated 'windmills', which rotated to great effect, remain ghostly in the air after the boat itself had vanished.
At the festival this year I was flattered to see that not only did Granny Buttons contribute three photographs in this year's IWA calendar, but also that my pictures are represented in their show posters and on their 'Join the IWA and help save the inland waterways' leaflet.
I found one of these leaflets left underneath my windscreen wipers, halfway back to Milton Keynes and seeing my own photos allayed the irritation.
I still had to pay to get in to the show, though!
I walked back to the car from Aldersley Junction, reaching it at 11.30pm, and in 2 hours drove back to Granny. Gosh, how comforting it felt to return home.
Granny is now here.
Incidentally, in their blog post for Sunday, Steve & Maggie of NB Albert mention seeing Granny, before lunch:
We passed Granny Buttons close to Campbell Park. Andrew Denny appeared not to be on board. Perhaps he was shopping in Milton Keynes, or perhaps not.
Hey, yes, I must have been on board! I didn't leave the boat until well after 1pm. Never be afraid to bang on Granny's hull to wake me up! All I ask is that you don't run away before I've had a chance to surface. Nothing more infuriating than the classic schoolboy tease of ringing the doorbell and running away.
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