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Dixieslaces said:
Not far from me that, kettles on if you need a brew!
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Funny you should say that. Just yesterday going through Milton Keynes I spotted a bankside mooring that was bedecked with tasteful Everton paraphernalia and a good sized shed advertising electrical services..

At first my spirits rose to recognise another spirit in brotherhood Of the blue. Then I was abruptly overwhelmed with the crushing emotion of "the poor sod."
 
chrismpw said:
Funny you should say that. Just yesterday going through Milton Keynes I spotted a bankside mooring that was bedecked with tasteful Everton paraphernalia and a good sized shed advertising electrical services..

At first my spirits rose to recognise another spirit in brotherhood Of the blue. Then I was abruptly overwhelmed with the crushing emotion of "the poor sod."
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Foot on the gas...!
 
chrismpw said:
Funny you should say that. Just yesterday going through Milton Keynes I spotted a bankside mooring that was bedecked with tasteful Everton paraphernalia and a good sized shed advertising electrical services..

At first my spirits rose to recognise another spirit in brotherhood Of the blue. Then I was abruptly overwhelmed with the crushing emotion of "the poor sod."
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Hug it out.
It's the only way.


Godspeed on your journey Sir
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Poor sineage.

Went through Braunston tunnel today about 2km long ... with the false confidence having successfully managed the longer Blisworth tunnel yesterday.

Map says its straight. No signs tell you that this pitch black tube has a kink or two around the middle ffs. Have to admit to a couple of scrapes.

Then a light appears coming toward us ... another boat. Its difficult to judge the distance of a single pinprick point of light - so it was there in our consciousness and inexorably closing in on us forever. Then suddenly it gets bigger and bigger and all the night vision vanishes as I chug onwards expecting to hear a crunch .... nothing. Two vessels pass in the blackness of night just inches apart with inches separating them from the brick walls with the cheery cry "good driving" coming from the other vessel. Very satisfying.

Next for fuel ... down three locks into a marina and follow the signs for diesel and pump out. Deep into the marina I spot a pump and head to it. Its a sewage pump so I have to reverse ... quite tricky in a narrow boat to do this straight. Around a bend and towards some big sheds. Nothing there. "Its back up one lock" comes a voice. "And they're shut until January 3rd"

Ffs! Why not put a sign n the entrance!

Then came the time to empty the elsan toilet. Very, very carefully the large screw cap at the end of the emptying spout is removed. Very, very carefully so as to avoid splashback, the foul contents are slowly poured into the disposal point. Very carefully the vent button is pressed to let air in ... not so fast as to create a surge, not so slowly as to let a vacuum form and a chugging action to form, both of which can create splashback.

After a fraught couple of moments the chamber is empty. Time for the rinse. I observe a small pellet of faecal matter on the end of the spout in the thread. Better rinse that off. I lean over and hold it under the brass tap and turn the tap on. With enough pressure to take paint off , water squirts out if the tap, bashes off the soiled spout and heads my way ... too fast for me to close my eyes and mouth.

Being an Everton fan you'd think I'd be used to this kind of luck by now, but fate never ceases to find a way to surprise me.
 

chrismpw said:
Poor sineage.

Went through Braunston tunnel today about 2km long ... with the false confidence having successfully managed the longer Blisworth tunnel yesterday.

Map says its straight. No signs tell you that this pitch black tube has a kink or two around the middle ffs. Have to admit to a couple of scrapes.

Then a light appears coming toward us ... another boat. Its difficult to judge the distance of a single pinprick point of light - so it was there in our consciousness and inexorably closing in on us forever. Then suddenly it gets bigger and bigger and all the night vision vanishes as I chug onwards expecting to hear a crunch .... nothing. Two vessels pass in the blackness of night just inches apart with inches separating them from the brick walls with the cheery cry "good driving" coming from the other vessel. Very satisfying.

Next for fuel ... down three locks into a marina and follow the signs for diesel and pump out. Deep into the marina I spot a pump and head to it. Its a sewage pump so I have to reverse ... quite tricky in a narrow boat to do this straight. Around a bend and towards some big sheds. Nothing there. "Its back up one lock" comes a voice. "And they're shut until January 3rd"

Ffs! Why not put a sign n the entrance!

Then came the time to empty the elsan toilet. Very, very carefully the large screw cap at the end of the emptying spout is removed. Very, very carefully so as to avoid splashback, the foul contents are slowly poured into the disposal point. Very carefully the vent button is pressed to let air in ... not so fast as to create a surge, not so slowly as to let a vacuum form and a chugging action to form, both of which can create splashback.

After a fraught couple of moments the chamber is empty. Time for the rinse. I observe a small pellet of faecal matter on the end of the spout in the thread. Better rinse that off. I lean over and hold it under the brass tap and turn the tap on. With enough pressure to take paint off , water squirts out if the tap, bashes off the soiled spout and heads my way ... too fast for me to close my eyes and mouth.

Being an Everton fan you'd think I'd be used to this kind of luck by now, but fate never ceases to find a way to surprise me.
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And whilst heading through the tunnel angel Bill descended resplendent in the halos and gilt of the heavens and announced, "as a cost saving measure the light at the end of the tunnel has been switched off" and as soon as he was there he was gone, along with all hope, leaving only despair and enough locks to trap a herd of elephants.*
 

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