Today was Dear Wife's birthday and she elected to hire a small "Day Boat" on the southern section of the Stratford Canal in Warwickshire. What a capital idea, we all thought.
Weather is important on a canal boat, not least because someone has to stand out in the open and steer the thing, so it wasn't looking good as we headed north to Chipping Norton, and beyond, in rain and blustery winds. But, as we booked months ago, we couldn't really do much about it.
English "A" roads are rarely dull for the North American driver. There is always plenty to look at, including the twists, turns, ups, and downs that you encounter, and the sheer amount of other vehicles using them. It's all good as they wend their way through the countryside and through pretty little villages, but it can get frustrating when you get caught behind someone who doesn't like to get above 40mph. We did this wet morning, and given the lack of straightness in these roads, unless you're willing to take risks, you get stuck. I do understand why people drive slowly, especially in the bad weather, but as I said, when there are miles to be eaten up, it can get frustrating.

For all that, we arrived at the boatyard in Wootton Wawen only ten minutes behind schedule. Anglo-Welsh Cruisers has been around for years and hire out some very nice boats that you can stay on for weeks at a time. The English and Welsh canal system is extensive and you can, given time, explore some amazing scenery in the heart of the country. Because the canal system is well in excess of 200 years old in most places, these canals do not take big craft. On this canal, the maximum width of a boat is seven feet, and the maximum length is seventy feet, so that locks could be kept small for cost and water usage reasons. They're long and narrow, which is why they're called Narrow Boats (as opposed to barges). Our narrow boat for the day was only thirty feet long, and wasn't equipped with beds and the like. It did have a toilet, a sink and a stove, but it was designed for just day use, and that was what we were doing. Our boat was called Charlie.

Driving a canal boat has its challenges, but it's not too difficult. A nice young man called Luke gave us the lowdown on how things worked, including locks, and prised it out from a plethora of other boats in the basin, He then let me steer it up the canal for a few hundred yards, just to get the feel of it, before we turned around in a "Winding Hole", a specially cut, wide section in the canal to allow boats to turn, then back to the yard to drop him off, and away we chugged, very slowly, towards our destination, Wilmslow, about two hours cruising time to the south.
I've driven narrow boats before, so it was more a case of remembering how to do things than learning new. You stand on the stern and operate a tiller, which means you push the tiller to the left and the bow goes right, and vice-versa. It's actually quite intuitive, and when you realise that the boat pivots in the middle, it's really quite easy. What's not quite so intuitive is the time that it takes for the bow to respond to tiller movement, it's quite a heavy beast, and the fact that you have to counter any any inputs with a counter-input. That means that if you straighten the tiller after a turn, the boat will keep turning for some time, so you have to counter that by pushing the tiller the opposite way. Still, it didn't take long to get back into the swing of it.
There's a speed limit of 4mph on English and Welsh canals, to prevent the banks being washed away. Even when I'd cranked the throttle up a bit, we were still going more slowly than people walking on the bank, which is how it should be. That is the way to enjoy the scenery. If you can't hack that leisurely pace then canals are not for you.
The first few yards of the canal were on an aqueduct over a road. Just eight feet wide, it was odd to be on water above the cars below. Then the canal opened up and we were into the lush Warwickshire countryside, in among the sheep and the wildlife. Sadly, it was pouring with rain.
Dear Wife stood out with me on the stern, holding an umbrella we'd borrowed, and we got wet together. The life-jacketed Charlie was whizzing about all over the place, and it was quite the trauma trying to stop him from going overboard. It's not that he'd drown, although the propeller of the boat isn't something you want to come into contact with; the canal is usually only about four feet deep, but we didn't want a soggy child to deal with.
As the rain died down, Dear Wife took the tiller, but didn't find the steering at all intuitive, so it was back to me. Where there are bridges over the canal, the channel is narrowed down to 7'6", so in a 7' wide boat, that gives you 3" either side, so inevitably you do come into contact with the brick pillars at some point. The trick is to take it slowly and avoid a direct hit. Standing at the tiller, the front of the boat wasn't visible, so it was a case of lining up the cleat in the centre of the boat's roof with the centre of the bridge. It worked reasonably well.

Our first obstacle was a lock, with a drop of about eight feet. The lock was full and the top gate open as we approached, which was handy as I could drive straight in (the lock chamber is 75' long and 7'6" wide). My crew got off to operate the lock (shut the gate, operate the gate paddle on the lower gate, then open the gate when the water level was the same as the lower canal and close it behind the boat as I drove out). Getting the crew to do all the hard work is the Skipper's privilege.
Before long, we were on to the Edstone Aqueduct, a 475' long cast iron trough that carries the canal over a road, a river and railway line, albeit that the aqueduct was there before the railway. It's the longest cast iron canal trough in England, so that's a fun fact to store away. My crew had been a bit nervous about crossing the valley in a boat, but actually they all enjoyed the experience.
After the aqueduct, we had a long chug down to Wilmslow and lunch. My First Mate, Emma, took the tiller and drove for much of the time, which was nice. Charlie was the chief distraction, but we neither crashed into the bank, or lost the little shaver overboard. We saw many sheep, ducks and Moorhens, and just the one Coote. We also saw an enormous Heron sat on the towpath, and he/she obligingly took to the air as we approached. It was also curious on this trip that we hadn't encountered any other craft on water, at least not moving craft, but more about that later.
At Wilmslow, our destination, I went past the winding hole, which turned out to be an error on my part. We tied up against the towpath and broke out the extensive lunch that Dear Wife had prepared the day before. The weather had perked up and it was quite nice just sat there on the water munching our way through a very large lunch. I was mulling over how to turn the boat around and thought I might do it right there, but then I made my second mistake by consulting Google Maps about how far down the canal the next turning point might be. Thinking it'd be a simple matter, we set off southwards again, but came up short when we found that not only was there a flight of locks between us and the winding hole, but the top lock was closed for a gate replacement. Bugger, I thought, and it dawned on me then why we'd not seen any other boats. I don't remember anyone at the boatyard mentioning that the lock was closed, and the people on their moored boat failed to mention it as we drove by. Ho hum.

Given the flight of locks, I'd have had to turned the boat around above the lock anyway as we'd not have enough time to go down five locks and come back up them again as the boat was due back at four pm. So with Emma at the helm, I secured the bow rope to a bollard on the bank and she used the propeller to swing the boat around. The canal was just wide enough to allow us to do that, thank goodness. Then with me fretting about getting the boat back on time, we struck north again.
Emma did manage to ground the boat on the shallow side of the canal after Charlie had attempted to navigate, but some deft use of the pole that was provided for that very job, I pushed her off the mud and we were off again. A thankfully largely uneventful run back to Wotton Wawen was made with ten minutes to spare, although we did slow down a bit after negotiating the lock again. We did have a bit of bother with the bottom gate on the lock, though, as it kept swing open after we'd driven the boat into the chamber. You can't open the top paddles unless the bottom gate is at least partially closed (the inflow water into the lock will close it if it's part closed already), so I jumped off the boat and held the gate closed as Emma lifted one of the top paddles. Meanwhile, the deck hand, Dear Wife, took the engine controls and switched the propeller forward and astern as needed, in order to keep the boat central in the lock chamber as the water rushed in from the top culvert. When we'd opened the top gate and nosed the boat out of the lock, Emma closed the gate after us and while I held the boat up against the now closed top gate, she stepped aboard. A real team effort I felt.
If you're after an introduction to a canal holiday, the Day Boat is good fun, and cost us a round £100, which was bad for a day's entertainment for up to six people. It wasn't the best appointed vessel on the canal, but it did the job, and we all had a fabulous time in the Warwickshire countryside. If I had any complaint at all it was the noise of the engine, and the smell of the diesel fumes, but these are trifling matters in the grand scheme of things.
After the boating expedition, we drove into Stratford-upon-Avon for some supper and a mooch around Shakespeare's birthplace. It was a nice walking around as most of the tourists had gone home for the night, and despite it being quite cool, it was good to spend some time there. I doubt Charlie will remember the trip, but we have the photos.
As a kind of postscript is that I was so tired after the day standing up that I went to bed before 10pm, which is almost unheard of.