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Went to Wales on Friday to reconnoitre a place mentioned here abouts. Nice little place and they did have some room. Thought the best place to get the low down would be the pub. Or fawlty Towers Hotel in this case. The bars shut, The man said. Open it Gwinithed he said. Gwinithed was a short thin bloke, bald and with horn rimmed spectacles which looked quite fetching with his grey coloured skin and beard, had it not been for the dirty green fleece he was wearing. Anyway I’ve always been told to seek local knowledge when going anywhere new in a boat. So I did. Anyone know the waters around here. I asked the three wise men sitting at the bar. When are the lock gates open. Oh, they will open the lock anytime you want they all agreed. You can come and go anytime and you can come and go up and down the Chow Mien Straights all the time. Sept. for a bit in the middle where the tides meet and there’s a two foot wall of water. Well that’s no problem I thinks. Soon jump over that. So now armed with this useful local knowledge, I took a stroll about, down to the lock. Peering over the seawards side. There’s a six foot bloody drop onto rocks and mud!! At this point I decided that a trip to the office would be advisable. All very friendly and you can smoke in there as well. Lock gates open three hours each side HW. Well that made a lot more sense I thought.
The trip down the M55/A55 had been quite uneventful at a steady ninety. Till reaching Wales. I think they must have got an EEC grant for road signs. Millions of them and all in two languages. Road works, ecky thump it would say. (Having converted the unintelligible Welsh into proper Lancastrian.) And speed limits 70,40,50,70,40,60 and so on, with speed cameras. Made me go quite dizzy trying to keep up with them all.
So on Saturday decided to do it all again with Tutts this time. However the nephews turned up just as we were setting off, so did not get away till half past two. Still had a nosy round again with Tutts suitably impressed. Even got to Holly Head and inspected the new marina. I’ve never been as under whelmed in my life. It’s orible.
So a Friday and Saturday afternoon jaunt of about three hundred miles each.
And I’ve not seen the boat for four months cos it three hundred miles away in Plymouth!!
Never mind. Going down there next Saturday for the week. Better take the power washer………./forums/images/icons/smile.gif
<font color=blue> Haydn
The trip down the M55/A55 had been quite uneventful at a steady ninety. Till reaching Wales. I think they must have got an EEC grant for road signs. Millions of them and all in two languages. Road works, ecky thump it would say. (Having converted the unintelligible Welsh into proper Lancastrian.) And speed limits 70,40,50,70,40,60 and so on, with speed cameras. Made me go quite dizzy trying to keep up with them all.
So on Saturday decided to do it all again with Tutts this time. However the nephews turned up just as we were setting off, so did not get away till half past two. Still had a nosy round again with Tutts suitably impressed. Even got to Holly Head and inspected the new marina. I’ve never been as under whelmed in my life. It’s orible.
So a Friday and Saturday afternoon jaunt of about three hundred miles each.
And I’ve not seen the boat for four months cos it three hundred miles away in Plymouth!!
Never mind. Going down there next Saturday for the week. Better take the power washer………./forums/images/icons/smile.gif
<font color=blue> Haydn
