Showing posts with label Ponders End. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 19, 2016

South Hackney, here we come (cruise retrospective)

It was extremely cold this morning, and continued to be so throughout the day, but we carried on, undaunted, dressed in multiple layers, and feeling like Michelin men.
We left our mooring at 9:30, unusually early for us, after a peaceful night in an unusual location. Down the river through Ponders End, Edmonton and Tottenham Hale.
We noticed today how the coots invariably build really scruffy nests of pretty much anything they can get their beaks on, while geese nest in rather more style, being more discerning about what building materials they use. And swans nest best. In the reeds, often simply by flattening and structuring them into the large mounds on which their eggs are laid. Then they sit on them, regally. Divas of the river.

It being Saturday, rowing boats were out in force, from solo lunatics going backwards at speed to sixes going backwards at higher speed, no less lunatic. Their frequent presence was something of a hazard to bigger boats, and our own problem was further compounded for a while by a narrowboat limping very badly towards the Lee Valley Marina, smoke pouring from her exhaust pipe in a most unhealthy manner. They finally beckoned us past at a moment when there were no manic rowing boats coming at us from all directions.

We passed by the marina. It was too early in the day to be stopping, despite the lure of a 230 volt landline. Laptop charging would have to wait. Perhaps we'd stop off at the Willowtree Marina again in a few days' time. And, we reminded ourselves, Willowtree are considerably cheaper, for a better service.

There's a tremendous amount of birdlife on the river. We noted that coots are common here, and moorhens far less so, while the opposite tends to be the case on canals. And we've been surprised by the large number of cormorants, too, which we used to think were exclusively sea birds.
And they swim so low in the water that they look as if they're too heavy, and sinking. Odd creatures.

Clapton next, and Hackney Wick, the river becoming ever more shabby, a reflection of the housing and industrial buildings on both sides of it. Then we took the right turn onto the Hertford Union Canal, aka Duckett's Cut, named after its builder back in 1830. There are three locks in its 1¼ mile length, and most of it runs past the Victoria Park. It's quite a pleasant stretch.



We were hoping to stop and get some lunch on the Regent's Canal just past Old Ford Lock, right turn out of Duckett's. But mooring boats filled every foot, sometimes two or three deep as far as Kingsland Road Bridge, on the border of DeBeauvoir Town (no, we hadn't heard of it before, either) and South Hackney. Here, we took the very last available space, and moored rather unconventionally with several ropes because of the inconvenient spacing of the iron mooring rings.
Here we stayed for the night, our plan being to overnight in Paddington Basin tomorrow, or, that being full, at Kensal Green Cemetery. Hopefully. The day after that, we'll spend the night at Willowtree Marina and spoil ourselves with some real electricity and a meal at their restaurant. The boat really needs to be vacuum cleaned, and it would be very useful to spend a few hours at the computer!

Ponders End of the day (cruise retrospective)

We set off today to get to Lee Valley Marina, again to get mains electricity there, and to spend the night. We're finding life without our laptops, and with limited smartphone data, to be rather frustrating. This blog is amounting to quite a wad of scribbled paper which I'll have to type up some time!

The birds proclaimed a beautiful day, though it had started with rain. It was noticeably warmer, though, and that was very welcome. So, with smiles on our faces, we set off for the marina. 

Every floating pile of sticks and river debris was a platform for a coot's nest. Two pigeons, being of a species not known for its intellect, were investigating ledges below the high water mark on the inside of a lock gate. Presumably, they had nesting in mind. They certainly didn't have very much else in there.
  

Clever, amusing Viking boat skeleton in a park
At Ponders End Lock, the sky was very dark, and we were clearly in for some heavy rain. So we pulled over shortly after the lock, and the heavens opened as we were making fast the moorings. We had an early lunch, hoping to be able to carry on afterwards, but that was not to be. The rain is still torrential as I write, over four hours later. I guess we'll stay here the night.
It will surely rain! Soon!
Across the other side of the river from us, a goose is sitting on her eggs in the rain. Preening herself. And getting wet, with no options. It's warm and dry aboard Kantara.
 Views from our windows