Holidaying on the Leeds-Liverpool canal

I haven't had a holiday in AGES (literally years!) so when Mum and Dad offered to pay for me and Andy to go away with them this year, we jumped at the chance. And so, in the first week in September we set off on a narrowboat from Snaygill, Skipton, on the Leeds to Liverpool canal.

Day One: Snaygill to Gargrave.

The first day was really just an afternoon once we'd picked the boat up. We had some lunch at the Red Lion Pub in Skipton (delicious, and the pub is a very lovely old place on the High Street), then went to pick up our home for the week, Caraway. After a quick lesson on how to use the boat, plus how to work swing bridges we were off!

We moved north west through Skipton and off negotiating the swing bridges up towards Gargrave. We were in a mini convoy with some other boats from Snaygill Boats, which meant we took it in turns on the swing bridges and we only did one that day before getting to work the locks. Along with the other boats from Snaygill we had a lesson in how to use the locks from Richard, a friend of Snaygill Boats, and his doggie companion, Charles.

Learning the locks at Gragrave. Charles the dog is on the left overseeing proceedings!

After three locks we reached the village of Gargrave, where we moored for the night, and had a nice meal in the Old Swan Inn before an early night, ready to tackle the locks up to Foulridge.

Day Two: Gargrave to Foulridge.

The next morning was drizzly and wet, so my wellies and cagoule got their first (and only) outing for sorting the locks. Locks are much easier to operate if there are two boats in the lock. This makes it easier for the driver of the boat as well as those operating the locks as the work is shared. 

I spotted a little mouse running along the top of the first lock gate we went through at Gargrave! Very cute, but unfortunately I didn't get a picture.

Life is very slow on the canal and it really does feel like you've left the modern world behind. Well, unless you count Andy's iPad and things! At one point we saw the steam from a steam engine which must've been running on the mainline according to our map books.

There was a very bendy section between Bank Newton and East Marton, and it was very pretty with lots of open farmland. We stopped at Foulridge, which is just in Lancashire, and moored overnight ready to take on the tunnel in the morning. 

Dinner that night was a nice meal in the New Inn, Foulridge, where I had a gorgeous Sticky Toffee Pudding.

Day Three: Foulridge to East Marton

Day Three started with some drama! The plan was to go through the one mile long tunnel, turn round and come back. The tunnel is controlled by traffic lights as it's only wide enough for one boat at a time, and was open for 10 minutes on the hour. Just as we were ready to go through at 9am, Andy spotted steam coming from the engine. The previous day we'd had a loud beeping noise coming from the engine, so it was decided we would call Snaygill for help.

In a quirk which shows you just how slow life on the canal is, Jo from Snaygill was with us in 15 minutes in her car from  the boatyard where we had started out a day and a half earlier! The engine wasn't broken, just overheated, so once the water for cooling the engine had been topped up, off we went through the tunnel just an hour behind our vague schedule.

The inside of the tunnel is very cold and wet, with water dripping constantly from the ceiling. The effect of this is that there are beautiful stalactite formations on the ceiling/walls.

The walls of Foulridge tunnel.

Once through the tunnel, we turned round, and headed back towards Gargrave. It was a lovely sunny day, and we stopped at my favourite spot on the canal, East Marton. Here we had a lovely meal onboard the boat, and Andy and I walked up the hill to the Cross Keys for a drink and couldn't resist some pudding! A fabulous day and evening.

Our beautiful mooring position at East Marton

The inviting glow from the Cross Keys, up the hill at East Marton.  SO going back here,

Day Four: East Marton to Skipton
Day four saw us heading back through a very picturesque section of locks through Greenber Field Locks, Bank Newton Locks, and Gargrave back to Skipton. Twelve locks in total, although having done all of the locks so far, I let Andy and Mum have a go on a couple without me today. One of my highlights - I had spotted an honesty box with eggs on our way up at Gargrave so I made sure I went to get some for our lunch. Love it!

Greenber Field Top Lock getting more water.

Lock Keepers Cottage at Bank Newton

Honesty eggs!

Mooring at Skipton for the evening.

Evening dinner was some gorgeous fish and chips from Bizzie Lizzie's restaurant in Skipton, overlooking the canal. 

Day Five: Skipton to Bingley

Today was a lovely day of countryside, and wooded areas, with no locks at all. However, this was a bittersweet victory, as the locks were replaced by what felt like 450 swing bridges. Most of which have to be manually swung. One of the most memorable was the Polish Airmen memorial bridge, which was erected to commermorate the crash of a bomber carrying a crew of polish airmen returning from a training flight during World War II. The people who arranged for the memorial managed to track down some of the families of the crew, and the memorial was unveiled by one of the widows, who had only been married for a matter of weeks when her husband died. 

 Just after the memorial, I saw my first ever Kingfisher, to add to Mum's from earlier in the trip. You don't see them closely, just a flash of bright turquoise blue flying away in front of the boat and into the trees.

We arrived at the top of the Bingley Five Rise half an hour too late to descend that night, so moored up, and went for a curry in Bingley. Bingley was a rather depressing town, with loads of boarded up shops and pubs, but our curry was delicious. and we returned to the boat ready for our descent and following ascent up the five rise the next morning.

Day Six: Bingley to Riddlesden; Keighley and Worth Valley Railway; Haworth.
Day six was our busiest day. First up, a trip down and up the Bingley Five Rise locks. This is a staircase lock, so called because each lock opens into the next creating a staircase down/up the hill.

Heading into the bottom lock

Me driving along to Riddlesden

Once we reached Riddlesden, we moored up and got the bus into Keighley for a trip on the Keighley and Worth Valley Railway up to Haworth.

Oakworth Station. Beautiful.

At Haworth, Mum and I walked up Main Street to see the Parsonage where the Bronte's lived. We didn't go in, but I am thinking a road trip with the girls might be in order to go another time.

The Bronte Museum and Parsonage

Top of Main Street, Haworth. The Black Bull, on the right, is where Branwell drank, and the Apothecary on the left is where he bought his laudenum.

A fabulous day of vintage splendour - just the kind I like!

Day Seven: Back to Snaygill.
The final day was a short one, as we trundled back to Snaygill Boats. I drove again, and saw my second kingfisher (Andy saw this one too). It was colder, but it was a very pleasant last day on the canal. Andy and I bought Mum and Dad a couple of brass plates that people screw to their canal boats as badges to say where they've been as a little present to say thanks. (Dad has put them up over the garage door in the absence of a narrow boat!)

I really, really loved our canal boat holiday, and would love to do another one, maybe this time in Shropshire or Cheshire, or... I just don't know! A great holiday. Thanks Mum and Dad!

Our Olympic review

So, with the Paralympic Games only days away, and finally with some time and a decent internet connection, I thought I'd write a post about my own experience of the Olympic Games.

When it was announced that the Games were to be held in London, I didn't give it too much thought to be honest. I thought we would maybe watch on TV, and perhaps see if any tickets were affordable, but never thought I'd actually make it to the Games! I registered for tickets along with everyone else last year, and was lucky enough to get two of the four we applied for - artistic gymnastics, and judo. Later in the seemingly endless rounds of ticket resales and new events, we also got tickets to sit on Henman Hill (yes - that's it's name!) at Wimbledon, but more on that later.

The Torch Relay
The Olympic Torch Relay went all over Britain, and on Sunday 24 June it came to not-so-sunny Salford, a mere 20 minute walk from my home. So, I got up at 5:30am and went to see it. I chose a spot where I would see Sir Bobby Robson running his leg of the relay, and was rewarded by a smile, a wave and a "Morning" from Sir Bobby in reply to my "Morning Sir Bobby!" It was well worth getting up that early (even in the rain!), and I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Sir Bobby Charlton carrying the Olympic Torch up Water's Reach towards Old Trafford.

Team GB

Like a lot of people in this country, I was really looking forward to supporting our Team GB athletes on their home turf, so I wanted to make sure I was branding myself a Team GB supporter. To do this, I chose to wear the Team GB friendship bracelet from Links of London (I bought one for my best friend for Christmas too), and I also made a Team GB scarf top, using the small scarf from the Next Team GB collection.

Links of London Team GB Friendship Bracelet.

Team GB Scarf top made with Next Team GB scarf.

I posted details of how to make the scarf top in a review of the pattern on PatternReview.com 

Artistic Gymnastics, North Greenwich Arena
Of all the sports at the Olympics, this was the one I was most keen to see - women's artistic gymnastics. At the time we bought our tickets we had no idea which teams would be competing in the session we were bidding for, and because we aimed to combine this session with the judo we picked the morning session. This was Sunday 29 July 2012. As it turned out, this was the session with Brazil, Italy and independent competitors qualifying. We saw some fabulous competition, including the European champion - the fabulously named Vanessa Ferrari. Below are a handful of pictures captured on Andy's camera.

The competition layout at North Greenwich Arena (aka the O2!).

Split leap on floor.

A gymnast mid-layout on the floor.

A Brazilian gymnast on beam

A gymnast performs a catchev

Judo, ExCel

I had never been to a judo competition so I didn't know what to expect, but it was fantastic! The biggest revelation of my Olympic experience. We picked a session which included finals (and therefore a medal ceremony), and this was for the lighter weight fighters, both male and female. We were delighted to find out that a British judoka, Colin Oates, was through to the repecharge, meaning he had a shot at the bronze medal. Sadly he lost, but I am proud to say I cheered on a member of Team GB at the London 2012 Olympics! 

The Cuban Yanet Burmoy (in white), winning her place in the final. 

Colin Oates on his way to losing to Jun-Ho Cho of South Korea. "COLIN! COLIN! COLIN!"

Lasha Shavdatuashvili in white, on his way to the Gold medal.

Medal ceremony for the Women's 52kg judo - Gold to An Ka of North Korea , Silver to  Yanet Bermoy of Cuba , and Bronze to Priscilla Gneto of France and Rosalba Forciniti of Italy.

Medal ceremony for the Women's 66kg judo - Gold to Lasha Shavdatuashvili of Georgia , Silver to Miklos Ungvari of Hungary, and Bronze to Jun-Ho Cho of South Korea and an athlete whose name I don't have, from Japan.

And finally... in the corner are a group of rowdy Georgian fans - we LOVED them! All dressed in the George cross, and walking round singing patriotic (I assume!) songs like a football crowd. And when their boy got gold they went CRAZY!

Tennis, Wimbledon

My final experience of the London 2012 Olympics was sitting on Henman Hill at Wimbledon watching the tennis finals in the rain on Sunday 2 August 2012. Or at least, it did rain for a while. At this point I should probably confess that during normal tennis season, I'm not a massive Murray fan, and would much rather cheer Djokovic to victory. But as Murray had despatched Djokovic in the semi finals, I had no choice but to sit on Henman Hill and listen to the crowd cheering every point Djokovic won (and lost as it turned out he didn't get a medal).

But still, we had a great day cheering on Team GB, and at least I got my Wimbledon fix for the year, having not been successful in the ballot this year.

Mum and Emma emerging from our "rainproof" (ahem!) nest on the Hill.

Enjoying a Pimms on the Hill watching the ladies doubles final on the screen.

And the Hill goes WILD!!!

...as Andy Murray aka Team GB wins Gold!

Final thoughts

I had a great time at all the events I went to for the Olmpics at London 2012 - I'm only sorry I didn't get any more tickets for some of the more obscure sports. But equally I loved watching on TV. My highlights were:

1. Greg Rutherford's long jump Gold - in particular his fabulous "I've got the best life ever" interview afterwards!
2. Team GB Men's gymnastics get bronze - fantastic! I was leaping around my living room screaming and crying as the final result came in.
3. Beth Tweddle's bronze on bars. Such a high standard of competition, but finally Beth has the Olympic medal to top off her collection.
4. Mo Farah 10,000 and 5,000 metres. (I was so happy to hear his twin girls were born this weekend too!)
5. Team GB cycling - so how will Sir Chris Hoy be bettered? King? PM? President of the World? Any would do!
6. Dressage - horses dancing to music. Too cute.
7. Opening Ceremony - particularly children's literature with JK Rowling, and Sir Kenneth Branagh reciting Shakespeare.
8. Closing Ceremony - particularly Take That and The Spice Girls.

And now to Rio... anyone got a couple of grand to lend me?

Diamond Jubilations!

Sorry I'm late! Meant to post this earlier in the month, but hadn't got the pictures uploaded! Anyway...

I love the Royal Family. So I really enjoyed the Diamond Jubilee celebrations. However, somehow, I managed to not really do anything for it, despite organising a street party being the kind of thing that's right up my street. As it were!

My boyfriend, Andy, on the other hand, is not that fussed about anything like the jubilee or the royal wedding last year, or generally anything royal (other than the Duchess of Cambridge). So imagine how unfair I felt it was when he rang me one day to tell me he'd been invited to the jubilee lunch! He is currently doing an MSc Surface and Polymer Science and Technology, and is lucky enough to have secured a bursary from the Dyers Association. So, as the theme of the lunch was "youth" (and despite him being 30 years "young") he was invited as he is one of the students they sponsor. (The other invitees were also from University and 6th form classes).

So last Monday, we drove down to Reading to stay with some of my family so the train to London was at a reasonable hour. By reasonable, I mean 7am on a bank holiday tuesday. Joy! (More of that in a moment).

On Monday we spent the evening watching the Jubilee concert on TV, which was the point at which I suddenly decided that I needed to do something for the jubilee. As luck would have it, it turned out there was a beacon on a church about 10 minutes walk from where we were staying, so we had a quick walk down there at about 10.20pm.

Unfortunately I missed the moment of the lighting, but there were lots of people down there celebrating and they were projecting the concert onto the wall of the church tower, so we joined in singing along to Paul McCartney and watching the fireworks in London. (If you look closely on the picture above you can see Sir Paul on the screen!).

Then it was home to bed for the early start in the morning. The other half was pretending not to be excited, but as you can see from the picture, he really did enjoy himself very much.
The early start was 6am - so Andy could get beautified and dressed, and then I drove him to the station to get a train to meet the others at Dyers' Hall. There was a very nice moment for Andy on the train when some toffee nosed posh bloke informed him snootily that he was off to St Paul's for the service with the royal family - not something folk like Andy get to do apparently. Imagine the poor man's face as Andy politely told him that actually, he was off to lunch at Westminster Hall later! Priceless I would imagine.

This picture was sent to me in a text shortly after they arrived at Westminster Hall:

The lunch itself was some salmon to start, followed by lamb stuffed with mutton shoulder, and a trio of desserts (bread and butter pudding, chocolate delice and some berries). It turned out that Andy was sat at the table directly behind the Queen, so when the Royal Family left the building you could see him quite clearly on the TV as they walked past. Apparently Prince William accidentally brushed past one of the girls on the other half's table, and apologised ever so politely - sending her into semi-hysterics! Bless her.

At the end when they left, they were told they were free to take table decorations if they wished, so the other half grabbed the nearest one for his Gran. They just happened to be the ones from Her Majesty the Queen's table, which might explain just how chuffed Granny looks in this picture we took when we delivered them to her!

I am well known for my love of souvenirs, but I managed to resist most things I saw (although I'm regretting this in a couple of cases!). In the end I went for a lovely mug from Cath Kidston, as I thought it went perfectly with the Coronation mug I have inherited early from my Gran. I think they look fab together:

Here's to many more years your Majesty!