Cheerio to the Chilterns
Marsworth             to             Linslade, 9.5 miles, 12 locks
            Maybe it was         because all the windows         were closed up that it seemed as if the winds were finally         dropping overnight. At daybreak the wildly swinging main tree         branches had reduced their movements         to merely a dance in the upper foliage. By normal standards         today would have         seemed a windy day, but after yesterday this was a day possible         for cruising,         as opposed to one when cruising would have been insane. From our         mooring         position yesterday one particular tree trunk, wildly bending and         twisting could         be seen. Not far along this morning a fallen tree all but         blocked the towpath.
 At one         of the Seabrook         Locks a British Waterways worker bemoaned having to work on the         cut yesterday.         He and his workmate were conveying the structural engineer on         inspection on a         work barge only 6” deep in the water and powered by an 8 horse         power outboard         engine.  “Some         experience!” he called it.         There was a useful exchange of waterways news, some known, some         not. A fish         rescue is being planned (at the cost of about £100,000) from a         reservoir which         feeds the Oxford Canal so that it can then be pumped dry to feed         the canal...         The water stocks on the Southern Grand Union will be critical         within three or         four weeks. We shall be watching the Midlands water situation         closely:         restrictions at Hillmorton (3 locks near Rugby) and at         Atherstone (11 locks in         Warwickshire) mean there may be some juggling of our start and         stop times to         avoid being held up for large sections of a day...
So it was farewell to the Chilterns today, a         landscape         favourite for Boatwif. You cannot help but gaze across at this         vast green lung         area, those steep slopes, the chalk paths apparent in some         places and the         superb hilltops for kite-flying, for demonstrating model         aircraft and for         glider flying. The canal loses about a hundred feet in height         between Marsworth         and Leighton Buzzard, the locks coming pretty frequently so crew         work their         passage in these parts. (It was more than two hours after the         morning’s         departure that the breakfast washing up was done!) The lock         gates are always         heavy and the paddle gear often seems very stiff. From wide open         views across         hill and grassland we dropped down to the old sandpits that         surround Leighton         Buzzard.
Below are a few unrelated observations from         today:
 Top frustration:         following the boater         cruising single-handed whose air-cooled engine (an engine         apparently designed         for a dumper truck) overheated at any speed above 1mph...
Top surprise: a naked         boat! At a         small boatyard below Grove Lock (outside Leighton Buzzard) a         boat had been         completely sandblasted back to its bare metal.
Top shock: the boat         rage of a less         than sober skipper of a wooden Broads boat who refused to reduce         the volume of         his music-blaring radio which was perched on the top of the         boat’s cabin.
 Top contrast: the         newly built brick apartments         on the edge of Leighton Buzzard, very different from the small         white lock         cottages at Slapton and several other locks.
Top laugh: a youth on         a passing boat         was volunteered to help Boatwif push back a very heavy swing         bridge. From a         narrow boat roof he did an impressive and very stylish leap onto         the towpath, from         where he gazed across at the slice of water between him and the         bridge, “Eer,         wrong side,” he observed. Determined that the press-ganged         helper should be         gallant the helmsman expended much black smoke and effort to         deliver the youth         onto the bridge so that he could lend his muscle to the task!
 
            





