Cider with Joysie

This morning passing joggers and dog walkers had us awake at 5:30am, and despite our best efforts, further sleep evaded us and we were ready to leave before eight. We thought we might miss the rush, which we did, but nearly every lock was against us!

Just look at the height of those gates!

Before we left we bottled some elderflower cordial which Joy made yesterday.

It was a pleasant morning though, our first lock was the quaintly named Bumblehole Lock and the second was Botterham Staircase, where one lock leads straight into the next, dropping us down over 20 feet. From there it was a steady progression of ten more locks to Kinver, our destination for today.

At Bridge 36 is a beautiful private garden belonging to the owner of the adjacent Ashwood Nurseries, however a party of ladies was being shown around.

devils den
Devil’s Den

Near Rocky Lock we kept an eye out for Devil’s Den, but as it’s rather overgrown at the moment this 2002 photo shows it in a less overgrown state.
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No one seems to really know why it’s there, carved out of the soft sandstone, although our Pearson’s Guide suggests it may have been once used as a boathouse.


DSCF1238We passed through Stewponey with it’s toll house by the lock and C&RT workshops alongside. The name Stewponey is apparently a corruption of a long gone pub called The Estepona Tavern named after the landlady’s home town in Spain. Rev Sabine Baring-Gould in chapter 2 of his 1898 novel Bladys of the Stewponey gives a succinct account:

“An old soldier in the wars of Queen Anne, a native of the place, settled there when her wars were over, and, as was customary with old soldiers, set up an inn near the bridge, at the cross roads. He had been quartered at Estepona, in the south of Spain, and thence he had brought a Spanish wife. Partly in honour of her, chiefly in reminiscence of his old military days, he entitled his inn, ‘The Estepona Tavern.’ The Spanish name in English mouths became rapidly transformed into Stewponey. The spot was happily selected, and as the landlord had a managing wife, and provided excellent Spanish wine, which he imported himself, and with which he could supply the cellars of the gentry round, the inn grew in favour, and established its reputation as one of the best inns in Staffordshire.”

On arrival at Kinver we were fortunate to find a mooring and promptly decamped to The Vine and enjoyed a light lunch of battered mushrooms & brie wedges along with a shandy for Joy while I was tempted to a pint of Orchard Pig cider, a heady 6% brew with an equally heady £4.20 price tag!

Returning from the pub we found a guy measuring up a boat for a cratch cover so Joy asked if he had a piece of material to patch a couple of pin holes in our cover caused by sparks from our chimney (oops). He kindly went and found us a bit and only charged £ 2 and if only we’d had the foresight to ask which company he was from would have given them a plug. [Will try to find out tomorrow]


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