This morning started with a wally. I am coming up the Fishery Lock when another boat comes along wanting to go down. So he stops right in the line I need to go out of the lock. I think he was expecting me to steer around him, I didn’t. Of course then it was my fault, f***ing idiot.
All of the locks I did today were faulty in one way or another. Many had to be left empty when leaving. This is a pain when going up.
When I came this way six years ago only one lock needed to be drained. These locks are hard enough to do on your own without CRT making it harder.
At Lock 55 by the Rising Sun I found this safety hazard.
I called CRT and ask for it to be removed. What was the Landlord thinking!!!
When I went through Winkwell swing bridge this interloper heard the bridge alarm and cast off and waited till I was mooring up to pass through the bridge. I doubt he had a key. Too many on this canal living of the backs of others.
On a happier note I met a guy who had lost his windlass so I sold him a rusty one for a fiver. Re-e-e-sult!