The tow path at the basin is quite low so it makes it perfect for Gunwale painting. AmyJo was in need of some fresh paint. So, with a lovely dry day, I set too and rubbed down the Starboard (right) Gunwale.
I also took the opportunity to treat some rust blistering the paint around the starboard bow fare-lead, which when removed, we discovered was not sealed fully and a small amount of moisture getting in. I treated the rust with Furtan and let it soak over night.
|Primer on and setting|
|I also dealt with the area where I hit the wall.|
Sunday was a polar opposite with wall to wall sunshine from the start. By 11am Chris and I had the finish coat on the gunwale and moved AmyJo across the arm to rub down the Port (left) gunwale.
By mid day the gunwale was far to hot to paint so we got the chairs out and just chilled with an ice cream. At 3pm the cloud had built sufficiently to hide the sun and let the gunwale cool down. Working as fast as we could we got the finish coat of paint on the gunwale and the bow touch ups.
|All done and gleaming as new.|
Today we left at 9:30am after topping up with water and emptying the Portapotti.
We only met one boat on the way out but as the levels were well down we kept running aground. At one point I had to use the pole to get AmyJo back into deeper water.
|We met the only boat going the other way just after this was taken and ran hard aground|
The levels were really low so we barely got over tick over most of the way. At swing bridge 30 as we passed through another boat appeared astern. It looked like he had been waiting for someone to go through the bridge "no problem" I said "you can get the next one. "I'll be mooring up shortly" he grinned back"
|The Twizzle sweet factory at Newtown, what lovely smells emanate from there!|
Just before Swing bridge 25 we passed the boat we let through earlier, moored up. Chris set the bridge open and I went through just as another boat appeared and followed. To our surprise the first boat untied his lines and motored through too grinning from ear to ear.
|Never tire of views like this|
OK I thought perhaps he stopped to look round maybe. It was not until we found him moored once more at the next swing bridge we realised he was playing us for fools and letting us do his work for him despite having 4 crew to himself. The other boat let us through first and sure enough he and a further boat pulled out and followed us through.
We tried several times to moor up after this but the low levels meant we could not get in on most of the moorings. We eventually got in some Armco near Disley but are aground with the stern out 4 feet.
Our shirker went past us not long after and his smile quickly vanished when he saw us moored in a perfect spot and no free Armco left. I waved and quipped "Hello again" but this time I was ignored! I wonder why :-)
|Hope this is still not the case|
|Our mooring for the night|