Fenny to Banbury

Wednesday 11th April

Another rest day today as

  1. It was raining
  2. We were moored outside a pub
  3. We had family visiting.

Our son Jeremy came to visit with his family (still the Easter school holidays, apparently) and we fed them with sausage sarnies for lunch, spent the afternoon chatting and Joy played cards with the kids. We ate at The Wharf before they left taking advantage of their 2 for £12 deal.

Whilst waiting for our meal we saw coalboat Dusty turning at the winding hole and I rushed out to ask them for diesel and a couple of bags of coal. Jock and Kati cheerfully served us in the drizzle, while I returned to my tea. After they had moored up they had to come into the pub too so that I could pay them.

Thursday 12th April

Towpath a bit damp!

This morning was showery, but by midday it was just misty so we left, and travelled through Fenny Compton ‘Tunnel’ as far as Boundary lift bridge (near the Warwick/Northants/Oxfordshire borders)  where we were hailed by Ian & Ali, previously of coalboat Gosty Hill and sometime neighbours at Claydon moorings which we passed soon afterwards.

Then it was down the five Claydon Locks, past Clattercote Wharf and Elkingtons, Varneys & Broadmoor locks before mooring above Cropredy lock.

A distinctly damp journey but with no actual rain. We  managed to get an Oxfordshire TV signal (still Birmingham up till now) and settled in for a quiet evening.

Friday 13th April

Canalside Real Estate, beats a caravan in the garden.

It was after 10:30 am before we left  passing a new canalside house being built (we saw the plot for sale back in 2015 see this post).


At Cropredy Services we filled with water and went to dispose of our rubbish.

Just a bit full, eh?

I have to say the bins were an absolute disgrace, they couldn’t have been emptied for weeks. The situation doubtless has not been helped by the removal of the bins at Fenny Compton Wharf, leaving boaters to use the facilities at Fenny Compton Marina which are only available during opening hours and closed Sundays & Mondays.


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We only saw two or three boats on the move all the way to Banbury but it was an easy run, just four locks, and we arrived in town about twenty past one. We will stay here a couple of nights then move down to Tramway, near our old mooring and Morrisons.



Fenny Compton Wharf

After having a good time with  Paul and Rosemary last evening and a peaceful night’s sleep with no traffic noise whatsoever we left our overnight mooring  at ten-ish having seen a few early risers go past us. Our first lock was Lock 9 which, due to age and ground settlement, is a bit narrower than most and causes problems for boaters who leave fenders dangling or historic boats with a bit of ‘middle aged spread’. I will probably think of this as Fincher’s Lock from now on, due to the problems nb Flamingo suffered last week, I follow their blog and you can read the story here.

The standard narrowboat width was originally 7 feet  but because of this sort of problem, most modern boats are made 6 feet 10 inches wide.
We made reasonable progress up the flight and cleared the top lock at Marston Doles at 12:40.  We had lunch ‘on the go’ and followed James Brindley’s tortuous route, twisting along, hugging the 400 foot contour all the way.

There were few boats coming the other way so our main company were the sheep and lambs in the fields. We did spot a couple walking the towpath with their dog and cat following along and a chap in hi- viz  in the middle of a field with what looked like some kind of aerial. There was a van parked in the distance but that gave no clue as the telephoto lens showed it was a hired ‘welfare van’.

We arrived at Fenny Compton where we found a mooring almost outside the Wharf Inn at half past three. We planted a little pot of daffodils in memory of Jade as this was one of her favourite places.



Now at Napton

Sunday 8th April

Sunday being a day of rest we stayed put, and it was rainy anyway, but we did don our walking boots, slosh along the towpath, and take the footpath through the lambs’ field up to All Saints’ Church Braunston  (The Cathedral of the Canals) for their family service.


My, my its a long time since we attended a service with hymn books and a formal litany, we’ve been used to having the words of the songs projected onto a screen.


We spent  the rest of the day vegging out in front of the TV, blogging and Teddy knitting.

Monday 9th April

6.92 miles, 2h44m, Locks:1 Bridges:18 Average speed:2.52 mph (2.89 lock/mph)

Today we pootled across to the water-point at 9am and once our tank was full set off  through the iconic footbridge towards today’s target, Napton and at 12:10 moored just above the bottom lock where the towpath was less muddy.

Before we left Braunston I contacted Napton Village Stores through Facebook to check if they had a butternut squash to go in this evening’s meal, they had just one left and kindly saved it for us, so my first job of the afternoon was to go and collect it along with some other provisions. I got back just before the rain set in again for the afternoon.

This evening we are expecting our friends and my erstwhile colleagues Paul and Rosemary to visit us for a meal, to chat about our plans for later this year and, no doubt, to generally put the world to rights.



Berthed at Braunston

Friday 6th April

Today we caught the bus into Rugby town centre and came back with a rucksack full of shopping from B&M, Asda and the market.

Saturday 7th April

This morning we had intended to fill up with water and move to the moorings on the other side of the canal (where the mooring limit is longer). But by the time we had filled with water, we thought that perhaps we would go as far as top of Hilmorton locks and we got there in just an hour with only a little drizzle.


On the way, at Clifton, we noticed  work was going on with preparations to build a new bridge which will serve a large housing development on the site of what the map shows as Rugby Radio Station.



At Hilmorton, a volunteer lock-keeper was on duty at the first lock to help us through and the other locks were in our favour, so we changed our mind again and headed on for Braunston.



The new marina, Dunchurch Pools had a lot of boats in already although it looked nowhere near finished  and a little further on I thought I saw a dog appear from some woodland, but in turned out to be Larry the Lamb who bleated and trotted alongside us for a while before seeing some walkers approaching and heading back into the woodland.

We arrived at Braunston at about quarter past one and tied up on the concrete bollards there. After a spot of brunch I washed one side of the roof and fitted a piece of old tyre, turned inside out to present less friction, over the front fender (easier said than done!) to protect the rope-work which is wearing away from contact with lockgates.



I finished the job by buying some new chain, ‘quick links’ and ‘rigging screw’ adjusters from Midland Chandlers, just across the canal, to replace the rusty old kit that was on there.

Meanwhile Joy was knitting a Teddy Bear with assistance from Linda, back at our mooring by phone and text!

Spring has sprung?

20.10 miles in 8h4m, 1 Lock & 70 Bridges

Today’s weather  lived up to the forecast’s promise so we departed the soggy towpath at Springwood Haven just after nine and decided to make for Rugby.


We would normally have taken two days for this journey but the weather turned out to be so perfect today we went for it and achieved our target.

The towpaths were indeed very muddy for most of the journey and although sunny there was still a cold wind.  Soon we were entering the outskirts of Nuneaton, not my favourite stretch as most of the town turns it’s back on the canal.

In one of my ‘If I ruled the world’ moments I thought I would make all offside property owners maintain their land to the water’s edge. Even allotment associations are not innocent and new property developers seem just to erect a fence at the top of the bank and the bank becomes overgrown or worse, an area to dump rubbish. OK rant over!


After negotiating the Boot Wharf ‘chicane’ (how on earth will that ‘fat’ boat leave there if not on a lorry)



Then we entered the ‘nice’ half mile including the house with the crystal tree!



Onwards to Marston Junction, the turning to the Ashby Canal, past the crazy Charity Wharf which seems to have gained a fat lady and a wolf since last we were here or perhaps we hadn’t noticed before.

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We arrived at Hawkesbury Junction just before noon and our only lock of the day ‘Sutton’s’ stop lock just a few inches rise.

Oh if any of you are looking for a waterside property, the old Navigation Inn is up for sale.



At Rose Narrow Boats I was excited to see an old ‘spoon dredger’ moored and on the way to Ansty lambs were gambolling in the field.

See top image (couldn’t see from the distance whether it was poker or blackjack).

At Newbold, Joy took the boat through the tunnel but when I took over we met a boat at the next bridge-hole and had to reverse past a boat which was moored at the water point.

Just after five we managed to find a slot for Wrens-Nest at Rugby Visitor moorings at Brownsover, ready for a foray into town tomorrow.



The 2018 Cruise Begins!

It’s spring (or so they tell us) and the Wrens-Nest blog emerges blinking and yawning from its winter hibernation. Yes its time to untie the ropes and set off on our annual trip around the waterways of England once more.

We’ve not really been idle since last September having done a few projects on the boat including fitting a new stainless steel chimney liner, and sourcing and fitting a new 12v powered DVD player (actually incorporated in a car radio) and also a Hitachi Freeview box with HDD recorder from our local ‘re-use’ centre .

We have enjoyed visiting, and having visits from, family far and near, the furthest being our daughter & family from Australia.

Our saddest news, however, is that we shan’t be sharing our cruise this year with our beloved cat, Jade as she got ill last month and despite the vet’s best efforts we had to make the agonising decision to have her put to sleep.

She was over 12 and had shared all our 8 years of boating adventures with us and we miss her a lot.

Tuesday 3rd April

We untied at about 12:15 arrived at the top of the eleven Atherstone Locks by ten past three working through them in typical April showers.  We briefly stopped and I walked down the to Co-op for a few last minute provisions and then enjoyed travelling on in the sunshine passing nb Jenny Wren moored up on the visitor moorings.

I often look at old, overgrown wharves and imagine what they were like in their heyday so I was delighted to see that Mancetter Wharf has been cleared and acquired by A. R. Rothen  coal merchants who also have a workboat contracting division. We got as far as Hartshill, before the rain came back so we moored up for the night. We had passed nb Campanula just before we moored, so we invited our friend Penny down to share a bottle of red and catch up on each other’s news.

Wednesday 4th April

Just a short hop today  dodging the showers down to Springwood Haven to get a pump out and have now moored opposite, hoping the weather forecast is true for tomorrow as it promises to be fine all day!



The Home Run

This morning we went to church, since being away on our travels this is the first time we have managed to find ourselves in the right place on a Sunday. Excuses, excuses you all say but we have been keeping up with Tamworth Baptist Church’s sermon podcasts on the internet.

I must say there was a warm welcome at St Paul’s Fazeley, even if the atmosphere was a bit chilly.

Polar Explorers

No, not a central heating failure, but culmination of their week long Holiday Club “Polar Explorers”. The children seem to have had a great time learning about the diverse people who become Jesus’ disciples with the help of Sir Random Finds and Bare Feet not to mention Jeff the Polar Bear.

Returning to the boat we sampled some more of our Greek Week buys, Saganaki,  cheese croquettes for lunch before bearing left onto the Coventry Canal once again and were at Glascote Locks in 40 minutes. There was enough traffic to make the transit easy, one boat up then one down and just after 2pm we stopped near The Gate pub at Amington as the temperature was soaring and we felt the need of a bit of shade.

We sat out the heat of the afternoon and just before 6pm we set off again with a little breeze to cool things down.

Reaching Alvecote  the Historic Boat Gathering was in full swing, with a singer belting out rock & roll favourites from the balcony of The Samuel Barlow, our music era, but not at that volume.

We squeezed through the moored boats and debated whether to stop at Polesworth but in the end we pressed on home to our mooring and arrived at 8:20 just before the light started fading.



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