Having severely limited our cruising to a short distance in the northwest of England over winter, we'd been anticipating venturing to new waters in the spring. In the second week of March, I'd enjoyed a week-long ‘holiday of a lifetime with girlfriends' in Barbados and was surprised to discover I
Locked down . . . on a narrowboat
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Hurleston Junction — a perfect place to moor the narrowboat during lockdown. Pictures by Sandra Walsh and Barry Teutenberg
On March 17, they collected all stock from the back third of our boat. By March 23, my youngest daughter had left Nigeria where she's worked for many years, with minutes to spare before their airport closed. Having the space meant our cosy boatman's cabin was shipshape for her to snuggle in and self-isolate for two weeks. Well, a sort of isolation — as good as it gets in our tiny space. She's still with us five weeks later, teaching online.
We left Nantwich on March 28 due to persistent pedestrians and cyclists passing uncomfortably close to the boat along the towpath — definitely not the advised two metres away. We found a perfect countryside mooring near a place called Hurleston Junction and have remained there, moored with two other boats in a self-confined ‘bubble'.
There we enjoy a semblance of a garden, below the path next to our boat, and have three different directions available to take our allowed ‘daily exercise'. There are far fewer folks walking past. The sun rises one side, and sets the other. We stargaze, satellite-spot, and notice the changing lunar cycle.
We have to move every couple of weeks or so to fill our water tanks and diesel, empty the toilet, and do a grocery shop.
If we time it right, there's a ‘Fuel Boat' who'll fill us up with diesel, empty our loo (it's known as a ‘pump-out'), and top us up with coal for our stove. Thankfully the British weather's been unseasonably warm and sunny recently.
Like most people living on land, we've communicated more than normal with family and friends around the world. The inability to make a journey to meet up with family, to commemorate my dad's 100th birthday on March 30, was a sad consequence. A holiday to Scotland at the end of April, with my younger sister and brother-in-law, was disappointingly cancelled.
However, most important of all for us, are our tickets to fly back to New Zealand on August 16. We had planned to arrive in time for Barry's son Tom's 30th birthday. There remains a faint hope Air New Zealand, and its partner airline Cathay Pacific, will get us back ‘home'. A 14-day quarantine would mean missing the big day but I'm sure we will find a workable way to delay the celebrations!
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