Yesterday morning, when trying to post our blog, I had problems loading the photographs and realised I’d exceeded the WordPress data limit. I’d wrongly assumed that the data limit would increase year on year when I’d paid them for the privilege of using their host website. That is not the case.
To free up available data I deleted some photographs from a year ago and this was successful.
We left Garstang mid morning today to begin our 17 mile journey back to Preston. Good moorings, where you can moor tight up to the side, are scarce and we’ve found that we can only get in at official CRT mooring sites.
The weather was variable; a mix of sunshine and showers but otherwise a fairly uneventful day. Now that we’re on our way back we’ve got that ‘holiday nearly over’ feeling and didn’t see anything new to photograph.
From Garstang we decided to head the five miles to Bilsborrow today, stay the night there, visit the sanitary station to take on water and offload rubbish before completing the final 12 miles today.
After heavy rain yesterday afternoon condensation was becoming a bit of a problem. Searching through Storm’s store of boat stuff, I found a tube of intumescent black goo and so we filled the gap around the stove chimney, waited an hour for it to go off, and then lit the stove. A snug evening in front of the fire.
In the morning the sun re-appeared, and we made ready to head off again.
Oleanna had visited the services last night before mooring, and they set off for Preston ahead of us. We intended to cross to the services this morning which were in demand with other boaters and so we pushed across the canal to show our intention and join the queue.
NB Waters Edge, pulled in behind us and they just needed to empty their waste so they were on their way ahead of us. They told us they were heading back to Preston too, ready for tomorrow.
We followed them a few minutes later, only stopping on the way at Moon Bridge marina for diesel. We managed to moor the boat very snugly on the diesel pontoon, between a narrowboat and a cruiser, before going in search of someone at the marina to come and fill us up. The only problem was that the fuel pipe wouldn’t reach our filler cap and so we had to push the bow out, blocking the canal, to bring the stern of the boat closer to the diesel pump. Storm went forward to fend our boat off the plastic cruiser as we didn’t want to squash it. The diesel here was about 20p/litre cheaper than at Galgate so we were quite relieved that we’d not managed to get diesel there. You need cash or cheque at Moon Bridge as they don’t take plastic.
Once we filled up, we continued on our way, by now expecting to be the third boat into the Savick Link waiting area but when we got there we discovered we were the fourth boat booked to make the crossing tomorrow. NB Elan was already there.
We moored up parallel to the road, tying up to the rescue steps and a footpath marker as there were no mooring rings, but the space was just 55ft long and so again we were a snug fit.
By this time it was about 1.30 and we’d had lunch on the go, so we put the kettle on for a cuppa. Pip knocked to say she was walking into town and we asked her to wait a moment so that we could go with her.
We walked along the towpath covering the final 1.5 miles of the Lancaster Canal. This was much nicer than we’d been led to expect. The canal terminates just a few yards beyond the Ashton Basin which was a small arm off the main canal.
We continued on along the road into Preston as Pip was on a mission to Abakan to buy some fabric. Once her mission was accomplished, we returned arriving just in time to welcome the three boats who’d made the windy crossing from Tarleton today. Once they’d headed off down the Lancaster Canal to find somewhere to moor for the night, we all went back to our own boats.
As tonight’s meal was going to be leftovers from last night and just needed warming through, I set about making a quiche, sausage rolls and some buns, to make the most of a hot oven. Finger food for tomorrow’s journey!!