Derbyshire Doings

Alan Ford owns, and lives on, a fantastic narrow boat. It’s christened ‘Indian Scout’ and is moored at Aynho, just north of Oxford . He had kindly charged Sybil with forming a small group of suitably narrow-minded club members to enjoy an afternoon’s cruise along the Oxford canal.

So, on 21^st May, Mike & Sybil, Anita & Peter, Tony & Linda and Ron & Val made up this somewhat motley crew and were all alongside by 11.15am awaiting orders from Captain Ford.

Well, it was then decided, in true Indian Riders fashion, that food was the main priority of the day so it was straight back into the cars for a 20 minute dash to The Plough at Bidicote. This is a 14^th Century inn that served up some excellent fare. Several of our lot chose the fish – maybe in keeping with the watery excursion ahead. The service was a bit slow but we enjoyed that as it gave us the opportunity for a good natter around the table.

All aboard the ‘Indian Scout’ (what a magnificent name for this craft – full of romance and adventure). For some of us it was a first time on a narrow boat and we were amazed at how many home comforts are stowed

on board this vessel. At approx 60ft long by 7 ft wide, the boat provides Alan with a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and a lounge complete with TV, HiFi and a gorgeous iron stove, it’s flue disappearing through the roof, to keep it all warm and cosy during the winter months.

So, now all familiarised with the layout, although most of us are still confused as to which is Port or Starb’rd and Fore or Aft, the Indian Scout cast off and gently progressed to her max speed of 3 mph (or should that be Knots, Captain ?)

The tranquillity of it all is amazingly becalming, the soft throb of the engine serving only to cosset us all in this graceful motion through nature and peace. The world seems to slow down to a gentle tick-over….time to look up, look down, look around, see everything - slowly.

The canal, although man-made, has long since developed a perfectly natural look with leafy banks supporting all forms of wildlife – a pair of swans glide by – I don’t think we can keep up with them!

All aboard	S	Nice View
Say cheese	Land lubber	So Quiet
Eye, Eye SkipperT	Is it raining?	Where's the microwave?
Feeding time at the zoo	Ahoy there!	Mind the paintwork
time for afternoon tea	Jump? no way	This is how you do it.

We make our way up the canal, the weather, far from being warm as forecast, is decidedly chilly and most of us are inside the boat. Alan is outside on the tiller at the rear (stern even) and a couple of brave souls are outside up front.

Hey, what’s this coming up? – it’s our first lock. Alan, Tony and the ‘hardy’ Anita(shaming us blokes) leap off the boat and run ahead to the lock.They crank the winch round and open the gate to let the Scout in, close the gate behind us, let the water reach the correct level, then open the front gate – through we go – then close the gate behind us again – easy !

We were to go through a couple of these locks , quite happy to leave all the cranking to the aforementioned team – mainly because the weather had deteriorated from a bit chilly to downright freezin’. Here we are nearing the end of May and we’re getting hailstones to boot!

As we approached the final lock, the weather suddenly improved dramatically, the sun shone and we could all go up top and enjoy this beautiful location in all it’s glory. This secluded lock has it’s own lock-keepers cottage with – no gas, no electric, no road even - the folk who live here have a small boat to ferry them a mile or so down the canal to the nearest road where they leave their car. Still, if it’s privacy you want then this could be the place for you.

We all disembark here (see, we’re learning all these nautical terms already) and enjoy a stroll along the tow-path. Linda buys a couple of second hand books from the lock-keeper’s stall and Sybil rightly suggests

It would be a wonderful spot for a picnic.Val is still busy trying to recover from her hypothermia !

Back aboard, Alan does a 3 point turn thingy in one of the turning inlets provided and we lazily head back to Aynho – arriving sometime after 6.

Now, we all know that riding your Indian is perhaps the best way (beclothed, anyway) to relieve the stress and strain of this life, but if you fancy an alternative to get away from all the humdrum, then I recommend this as an excellent ‘narrow escape’ from it all.

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