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We left Garstang marina at a leisurely though flat out, four knots, this was appertained by the old man walking his dog and slowly gaining ground on us.
Our course was set for Glasson Dock a good twelve miles away, so it was important to load on the ships stores, 250 gallons of fresh water, full fuel tanks and heating tanks to the gunnels. Fridge crammed, and loads of spare clothes onboard. We set off a week early to be a bit on the safe side, cos we had heard that there were loads of boats “down there” already.
Rising early, 10.30am and lashing down M Farters old dinghy on the roof, the early sun at twelve am was quite unexpected.
We roared up the canal to Galgate, the wake was a good two inches, swerving into the lock on the new addition to the Lancaster canal, built some hundreds of years ago, down to Glasson.
It was noted that the canal work boat was on his way up the locks, and had we not engaged full reverse power, he would have been down the locks about a hundred times faster than whence he came!! Then we faced the lock, only to find yet another work boat in the lock, much manovouring backwards round bends and we entered the top lock.
Course being as there was hundred of boats going down hill and none going up. Each of the seven locks needed filling before we could enter, and all of a medieval design.
Seven hours later we arrived knackerered at Glasson Dock. I reasoned that we could have driven the three hundred and ten mile to Plymouth and still made Guernsey in the same time and far less effort. However!
Our course was set for Glasson Dock a good twelve miles away, so it was important to load on the ships stores, 250 gallons of fresh water, full fuel tanks and heating tanks to the gunnels. Fridge crammed, and loads of spare clothes onboard. We set off a week early to be a bit on the safe side, cos we had heard that there were loads of boats “down there” already.
Rising early, 10.30am and lashing down M Farters old dinghy on the roof, the early sun at twelve am was quite unexpected.
We roared up the canal to Galgate, the wake was a good two inches, swerving into the lock on the new addition to the Lancaster canal, built some hundreds of years ago, down to Glasson.
It was noted that the canal work boat was on his way up the locks, and had we not engaged full reverse power, he would have been down the locks about a hundred times faster than whence he came!! Then we faced the lock, only to find yet another work boat in the lock, much manovouring backwards round bends and we entered the top lock.
Course being as there was hundred of boats going down hill and none going up. Each of the seven locks needed filling before we could enter, and all of a medieval design.
Seven hours later we arrived knackerered at Glasson Dock. I reasoned that we could have driven the three hundred and ten mile to Plymouth and still made Guernsey in the same time and far less effort. However!
