Some might have noticed my lack of words lately. Here’s the story…
I was very fortunate to meet up with several friends, quite by chance really, while in the Braunston area. I spent a few days cruising onto the Oxford Canal with Martyn and Amanda, and then had some laughs with Guy and Rose, and finally a great pub visit with my nephew Eric and his family Lisa and Tilley. It was all fantastic, but I managed to make it not last.
One of the things I repeat to myself constantly is to be careful in locks. I’m usually by myself, in the middle of nowhere, and quite vulnerable. This day I ignored that… First thing in the morning, remote lock, wet surfaces, etc etc.
To make a stupid story stupider, I did a glorious swan dive from the roof of the boat, landing chest-first on to the stern railing and busting some ribs.
If you’ve never done this, DON’T! I’ve had a few injuries, mostly skiing, some doing other silly things. but this is the most pain-in-the-ass injury ever. Almost impossible to do anything without cringing with pain. And sneezing is now my mortal enemy. I’m sure glad it’s not hay fever season.
One of the worst parts was that I was at the beginning of a long day of locks, the first of 22. I managed through a few, slowly, before being caught up by another boat. Once they realized why I so slow at working the locks, they came to my rescue. Heather mostly, leaving her brother-in-law Brian to help with her own boat. She did all the locks for me, all day! Refused to let me get off the boat. What a champ… Got me to Nantwich where Phil helped me through the final four the next day to my winter mooring location.
That’s it then, just chilling in the marina where I have everything close at hand and easy (water, food, power, etc). No locks for a while.
I want to thank everyone for all the help. Brian and Heather for getting me through the locks. Phil and Angela, you’re always there for me. Eric & Lisa, Guy & Rose, Martyn & Amanda, and everyone else that have offered so much help.
And here are some pictures just because…