Cranbridge

We woke on Monday morning (in Staniland Marina) to bright sunshine and the sound of an interesting engine being started. In the wind and rain over the weekend I had paid scant attention to the old boat in the open dry dock. It was now being manoeuvred out of the dock. She appeared to be a form of Humber barge or Mersey flat. In fact when I went over and asked the skipper, the boat was much more interesting. She was a converted crane dredger that had spent most of her long life (built 1936) around the Goole area with either a mounted crane on a turntable on the front deck, or with a tracked crane. In both configurations she used side mounted pontoons for stability that were towed to each job. 

Maggie onboard Cranbridge


Grab Dredger No. 1, as she was called for most of her working life, was purchased a few years ago by her present owner as a restoration project and the crane mechanism removed and replaced by a low profile cabin. That gives  her very neat lines. She is not complete, in that she has not been fitted out, but she is in great condition and certainly looks the part. I gather she was in the Staniland dry dock for an insurance inspection which she passed with flying colours. Cranbridge is powered by a Gardner 6L engine which sits below deck in the engine room with between a pair of cylindrical diesel tanks.

Gardner 6L

The removable tall exhaust above decks has a pair of handles so it can be removed for bridges. The wheel operated steering includes a large rudder that with her power must make her manoeuvrable.

Stern gear of Cranbridge

 
The owner has produced a board giving details of the history of Cranbridge. As you will see the Gardner engine replaced a 5 cylinder McLaren.

 
Interpretation board giving details of the history of Cranbridge

Why is she now called Cranbridge? It appears that this because of a misreading of Crane Barge which led the owner to realise that it would make a good name for the boat. Unfortunately  Cranbridge is for sale. I do hope she has a new owner that can finish the project in style. She is a great boat with good lines despite her bluff bow.

Bows of Cranbridge




Staniland Marina,Thorne

Safe and sound in Staniland Marina at Thorne on the Stainforth and Keadby Canal with the rain lashing down all day. We are warm and dry and have a bar, restaurant, chandlery, and launderette at hand. We even have an electric hook-up.

Looking back it has been an eventful, not to say exciting, last three days. On Thursday (26th) we left Stoke Bardolph and made our way towards Newark. The stream was strong but following the lock keepers advice we made good progress downstream.
Gunthorpe Lock, River Trent

Passing Fiskerton, River Trent and the Newark Crusader going upstream


I was a little nervous seeing the enormous amount of water discharging over the Averham side weir where the Newark cut starts but we passed without incident. We finally moored up on the floating visitor moorings just below Newark Town Lock. Good spot.

Averham Weir, Newark, River Trent

Gas Power Station at Staythorpe, Newark

The moorings were almost full but we managed to reverse in to the upstream end of the pontoon, with a little help from our new neighbours. We explored Newark in the afternoon and found it to be a delightful town with great facilities and interesting history.

Mills at Newark on Trent

The Castle, Newark on Trent

Moored up at Newark

After consulting with the lock keeper at Cromwell Lock we decided, despite the increasing water levels to make our way down to Torksey on Friday (28th). The weather was cold dull and quite unpleasant. There was significant flow, or "fresh" as the keepers refer to it, going downriver and lots of debris with it. We had to leave locks with care to avoid fouling the prop. We moored up for the night on the visitor moorings at Torksey, just below the lock entrance to the Fossdyke Navigation, and chatted to the lockeepers about our prospects of travelling down to Keadby and leaving the Trent.

Rampton power station, near Torksey

Torksey Lock Gates and visitor moorings on the River Trent

 
Torksey Lock Mechanisms, windlass to open gates
Torksey Lock and basin

The ruins of Torsksey Castle, River Trent and Rampton Power Station

Our choices for going down to Keadby appeared to be leave at 6:30 AM or 11:30 AM. We went for the latter. That night we ate at The White Swan close to Torksey Lock and met our mooring neighbours Pete & Ann from the widebeam Tamora. They asked if we could go down to Keadby together. We naturally agreed and it turned out to be a very good move. The food in The White Swan was good, homely and good value. We both had fish.

The weather forecast for the next few days was interesting. It was quite clear that Sunday would be wet and windy. Amber weather warnings were being predicted but on Saturday it was predicted to be dry with "noticeable" wind. As it turned out we certainly noticed the winds, particularly on reaches aligned to the wind direction, which was north easterly. There were rollers with white tops which pushed spray over our cratch canopy and the wind even displaced our hinged engine exhaust several times. It took us around 5 hours to reach Keadby with Albert, being the slower boat, going first. It was fast journey, covering a lot of ground, but a struggle, particularly in the wind. My GPS on the mobile phone indicated that we were doing around 10 kph.

Burton Chateau, River Trent

Gainsborough Wharf

Passing West Stockwith, entrance to the Chesterfield Canal

Tamora ploughing along the River Trent


Keadby Bridge, River Trent

Keadby Lock and Docks, River Trent - Tamora approaching the lock


When we got to Keadby the tide was ebbing and there were strong flows particularly by the lock entrance. We were in for the most difficult boating episode we have had in sixteen years. Tamora went first and with difficulty got into the lock. They went first because they had been through the lock before. It was then our turn. Firstly, turning was not easy and we found ourselves very close to some mooring dolphins along the dockside. We then found that we were still going downstream despite having quite a lot power on -what I normally consider to be full power. I had to increase the power to levels I had not yet used - absolute flat out (around 1000 rpm). Miraculously we managed to inch ourselves along the dock wall towards the entrance and get in to the lock without touching anything! To say we were relieved is an understatement. The lock keeper greeted us with "We thought you were going to Goole" - our reply was "Yes, so did we!".

We locked up with  Tamora and found that above the lock there was another boat. It was NB Lockhart who we found out had travelled down from West Stockwith. They were the first boat we had seen moving all day.


After going up Keadby Lock we immediately approached the wonderful Keadby Sliding Railway Bridge. We waited as a train crossed and the operator in the "signal box" operated the bridge. This was the first of many bridges we met on our way along the Stainforth & Keadby canal. Our aim was to make it to Thorne where Pete & Ann from Tamora had arranged for moorings - our haven from the storm. The weather by then had improved and we had a pleasant trip along this wide and largely straight canal - the journey punctuated by each of the three boats (Tamora, Albert & Lockhart) operating the bridges in turn. Some were power operated, some were manual, some difficult to use, and only a few were easy.

Swing Bridge, Stainforth & Keadby Canal

Wind Turbines & Bridge, Mauds Swing Bridge

We finally moored up at Staniland Marina in Thorne safe, sound and relieved at 8:30 PM - a long very eventful day.

Stoke Lock, River Trent

We left Swarkstone on Monday (23rd) in bright sunshine. We took on water just as the water levels in the canal dropped about a foot. We didn't know why at this happened but we noticed quite a flow. We were joined in the locks by NB The Showman. It was a pleasant journey and relatively uneventful until we got to near Aston Lock. Just above the lock we found our friend, the canoeist who we gave a lift through Blisworth Tunnel, stopped by a bridge. It turns out that he had reached Market Harborough and then continued north up the Leicester Arm. He is intending to reach Ripon but his route is via the Trent & Mersey, not the Trent - so he is going clockwise.

Another meeting with the canoeist



We got into Aston Lock alright but on leaving we became stuck. NB The Showman left the lock OK but Albert, being deeper draughted, was obviously resting on the bottom of the lock. After some pushing and shoving, which came to nothing, we finally resorted to flushing out Albert by running some water down. It was an unnerving experience. Later we found some BW men at Shardlow Lock and reported the incident. They then explained that they had "a little problem" and had dropped the pounds below Swarkstone to sort it out.


Passing The Clock House, Shardlow

For the first time in a while we had a pub lunch at The Clock House in Shardlow and then went on to find our friends Norman & Christine who run Millar Marine. They moved into Dobson's Yard some years ago but earlier they ran their chandlery business from Stowe Hill on the Grand Union. As we reminded them, 16 years ago we bought our first set of ropes from them. We had our taster of the River Trent just after Shardlow going under the M1 and then moored overnight at Sawley. NB Sweden was having signwriting done just below the locks. The wooden cabin has been rebuilt and Phil Speight was attempting to add some authentic Anderton touches to the signage.

Phil Speight at work on NB Sweden


River Trent & M1
  
Ratcliffe on Soar, from the Trent

On Tuesday, we dropped onto the River Trent and travelled downstream past Ratcliffe-on-Soar power station to Beeston where we joined the Beeston Cut. The sun was shining and the experience was pleasant.

Trent Lock, Erewash Canal


Beeston Lock, Beeston & Nottingham Canal


We moored up by the Castle Marina and spent the afternoon shopping and being tourists in Nottingham. We can certainly recommend exploring The Caves which are below the city and accessible via the Broad Marsh Shopping Centre. In the evening we had a meal in The Olde Trip to Jerusalem. I don't think any visit to Nottingham would be complete without a visit there.

Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem, Nottingham

Today, Wednesday was one of those difficult days. We left in rain and got stuck on the weir at Castle Lock. The side weir just by above the lock looks innocuous but it has a strong pull as I found out. A call to BW quickly brought response and after a lot of heaving on ropes and drawing off water we finally got Albert moving. Their response to the incident was first-rate.

Wet and miserable we continued down the canal and got onto the River Trent by Meadow Lane. We decided to moor up outside County Hall for lunch and consider our options.

County Hall, Nottingham


Finally we rang Stoke Lock (Stoke Bardolph) with a view to moving down there. The chat with the lock keeper clinched it. A couple of hours later and we had arrived at this delightful spot. The rain abated and we spent a late afternoon enjoying the surroundings and wildlife. Nice quite moorings on the floating pontoon above the lock.


Stoke Lock, River Trent

Swarkstone

On Friday (20th), in wet cold weather, we travelled from our overnight mooring at Polesworth to Fradley Junction. It didn't start off too bad. In fact we woke to sunshine and we watched larks singing on the wing over the wheat field opposite. However, by the time we got to Glascote it was raining hard. It was at this point that the Adverc indicator decided to indicate over voltage. It turned out to be an Adverc problem not the alternator. The company are trying hard to help us get it fixed. We hope to have more news on Monday.


Field patterns at Polesworth

We stopped at Fazeley for lunch and NB Calypso Rose from Braunston passed us and stated that it was going to be a fine afternoon. Sadly they were wrong.

Passing Streethay we saw Granny Buttons moored up in a clutch of boats just outside the dock. It appears she has had a bottom blacking and hull paint job. No sign of Andrew Denny - I presume he is busy working.

We got to Fradley Junction at 6:30 and found it difficult to moor, lots of boats that appear to have been there for some time. The only vacant spot was on second water point close to the junction which luckily was not in use. That night we had fish and chips at The Swan.


Fradley Junction

Saturday saw us moving down the Trent & Mersey towards the Trent. It was a good sunny start and we had a delightful cruise through Alrewas. As we approached Barton Turns we ran over something leaving the lock. It appeared not to have caused any problems but as we approached the next lock we heard a load thumping from underneath the prop. The usual removal of the weedhatch revealed nothing. Eventually we found a pipe fender and lanyard wrapped around the bottom of the rudder near the skeg! No wonder it made a noise.


Opening the bottom gates of Alrewas Locks - getting some leverage

We moored up for the night by the water park at Branston - a delightful spot. We enjoyed a good walk around the lakes looking at the birdlife in the late afternoon. That evening  we had an excellent meal at The Bridge inn which is now a pizza and pasta restaurant. We can definitely recommend it. Unfortunately, returning to Albert we found the toilet had suddenly become overfull! How we shall probably never know because the flushing system appears to be working OK. We spent the next day cleaning up the bilges - great smelly job! We shall have to keep an eye on the toilet.

On Sunday (22nd) we had a pump out and refuelled at Shobnall Wharf. Good service but tight entrance. We had a steady cruise to Swarkstone with a lunch stop near to Mercia Marina. Some fierce storms moved around the area in the afternoon - very dramatic but they missed us.

Shobnall Wharf





Stenson Lock Cill - the water has still some way to go with a 12ft 4ins drop

Polesworth

Another wet windy day but unlike yesterday the wind appeared to come from the north and was colder. We left our overnight mooring and travelled through Nuneaton. Lots of allotments with fine sets of leeks growing and the odd gardener turning over the soil. 


Hartshill Wharf
Bluebell wood near Atherstone

We got to Atherstone just as the rain started, took on water and then went down the first part of the flight in heavy rain. The only redeeming grace was the other crews coming up the flight setting them for us and sharing the grief.


Maggie indicating that we are in Lock 2
- not that she doesn't like been photographed looking bedraggled

We managed to stop part way down the flight and have lunch. After that we only had showers. We met a duck with fourteen ducklings by Lock 7. They were delightful and not at all bothered by boats (or boaters).


Duck & fourteen ducklings enjoying a puddle at Lock 7, Atherstone Flight

Our overnight mooring is just before Polesworth at one of our favourite locations. We particularly remember mooring here in 1998 during a hot summer.