21st Rickmansworth Canal Festival

Saturday May 17th, 2014

With food and drinks packed, the girls strapped in to the battlewagon and cameras charged, we left the house at 10:00 and headed down the Ebury Way towards Rickmansworth.

[caption id="attachment_1389" align="aligncenter" width="300"] This is blossom lying on top of the still flooded Croxley Common Moor.[/caption]

We reached Lock 80, also known as Lot mead, at around 10:45 and dropped down on to the Grand Union Canal towpath, which we followed to Lock 81, at Batchworth Lock, where we met my mum and uncle Martin.

On the south bank of the Grand Union Canal, in front of the Little Union Canal model canal system, believed to be the only one of its kind in the country, a Side of Phoenix Morris Dancers were entertaining the crowds.

[caption id="attachment_1390" align="aligncenter" width="300"] A Side of Phoenix Morris Dancers entertain the crowds.[/caption]

We then made a donation to the festival organisers and followed the towpath, under Bridge 173, to where narrowboats of varying size and colour were berthed, sometimes three-or-four deep. Each of them had polished their brass and metal fixings, while the paint jobs had been touched-up, making them positively vibrant in the morning sun.

[caption id="attachment_1385" align="aligncenter" width="300"] The narrowboats, some of which had travelled hundreds of miles, berthed on the Grand Union Canal/[/caption]

With Erin walking along the towpath, while Keilyn stayed safe in the battlewagon, my mum and Martin kept themselves busy looking at the various wares that were for sale, speaking to the boat owners, taking photos and just generally immersing themselves in the atmosphere of the waterways. Meanwhile, kids played about in their canoes/kayaks.

[caption id="attachment_1392" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Kids mess about in canoes/kayaks.[/caption]

With lunch time approaching we headed in to the Aquadrome, so that we could find a spot to feed the girls, while my mum spoke to the owner of the Raymond. We found a spot by a Green Goddess Fire Engine, where Erin tucked in to her lunch, under the watchful eye of Keilyn, who was still tired from her day at nursery.

[caption id="attachment_1386" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Erin tucks in to her cheese and crackers.[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1387" align="aligncenter" width="180"] Keilyn keeps an eye on Erin's lunch.[/caption]

All the time, Erin kept an eye-out for nannie.

[caption id="attachment_1388" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Erin keeps an eye-out for nannie.[/caption]

Eventually, my mum caught up with us before we all set off to explore the craft stalls and the environment fair. While my mum and Martin took in the stalls we continued at a faster pace, in order to get Keilyn to sleep, which worked... Eventually

Wit Keilyn finally asleep,  we headed towards the beer tent ,where we found my mum and Martin, and stopped for a well deserved drink; Coke for Emma and a pint of Greene King's Abbot Ale for me. Erin was busy, playing with bubbles, that we had been given while touring the environment fair, when she spotted the big helium balloons, so I purchased her a Peppa Pig one. I then spotted Jason, his mum and his son Charlie who decided to join our little group. So, another round was purchased and eagerly consumed. While we waited for the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight (BBMF) Spitfire to make its appearance, we talked and listened to the various bands, that took to the main stage.

[caption id="attachment_1393" align="aligncenter" width="300"] The Spitfire prepares to 'attack' the crowds.[/caption]

At exactly 14:16 the Spitfire, flown by Squadron Leader Duncan Mason, the only aircrew member permanently serving on the Flight, buzzed the cheering crowds, in a two-minute display of attack runs and banking manoeuvres.

[caption id="attachment_1394" align="aligncenter" width="300"] The Spitfire flies directly overhead.[/caption]

With this highlight out-of-the-way, we headed towards the funfair, so that Erin and Charlie could go on some rides. Their first ride was on the Tea Cups, which was quickly followed by a ride on the Roller Coaster.

[caption id="attachment_1391" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Erin and Charlie take to the Roller Coaster.[/caption]

With time ticking by, we decided it was a good time to head home, so that we could get the girls back and calmed down, before Emma went to work. We arrived home just after 17:00 and busily got the girls changed and fed, before Emma got herself ready. The fresh air must have really taken its toll, on the girls, as they were both asleep by 19:30.

After uploading some photos, to Google+, and some videos, to You Tube, I made a bite to eat, before turning in for the night myself.

Battle of Britain Memorial Flight Spitfire - Video

Erin and Charlie on the Tea Cups and the Roller Coaster - Video

Yet again the Rickmansworth Canal Festival was a brilliant success, made even more special by our family and friends who enjoyed the day with us.

Roll on May 16th, 2015.

Rickmansworth Waterways Trust

A Mother's Day Stroll

Sunday 30th March,

Having lost an hour of sleep, due to the clocks having gone forward, the girls woke up later than usual, but still in time to have breakfast before we needed to leave the house, for our stroll. With them suitably fed, dressed and with enough food and drinks for the day, off we set.

With Keilyn strapped into the new battlewagon, and Erin walking along with us, we took the Ebury Way and headed towards Rickmansworth. It wasn't long before Keilyn was asleep, while Erin picked up leaves and sticks.

Normally we drop down on to the tow-path of the Grand Union Canal, at Lock 80, and follow that towards Rickmansworth, but, this time, we decided to carry on along the Ebury Way. As we passed by the various fishing lakes, where trees are being felled and banks cleared, we spotted some small rabbits, nestled near their burrows, just above the waterline of the river.

[caption id="attachment_1010" align="aligncenter" width="180"] Emma holds the girls as we prepare to clear moorings.[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1011" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Me with Erin and Keilyn, aboard the Pride of Batchworth.[/caption]

Finally, we arrived at the Rickmansworth Canal Centre, where we stopped at Cafe @ Lock 81 for a drink and a quick bite to eat, before we boarded the Pride of Batchworth narrowboat, for a short trip. Since we were the only passengers, we sat at the front of the boat and enjoyed the ride. We spotted Coots, Moorhens, Canada Geese, Mallards and Swans, as the boat took us towards Stockers Lock, where a three-point turn was made, before heading back to Batchworth Lock.

[caption id="attachment_1007" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Narrowboats along the Grand Union Canal.[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1009" align="aligncenter" width="300"] On our way back to Batchworth Lock, we followed the goose.[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1008" align="aligncenter" width="300"] One of the pedestrian bridges, near Rickmansworth Aquadrome.[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1014" align="aligncenter" width="300"] A small boat rests on the bottom of the Grand Union Canal.[/caption]

After thanking our 'Captain' we headed on to Rickmansworth High  Street, before heading to the back of the council offices, where there were benches that we could sit at to eat and feed Keilyn. Beside us there was a spiral staircase, which had left an interesting effect on the pavement, so I took a photo, while Keilyn finished her lunch.

[caption id="attachment_1013" align="aligncenter" width="300"] An interesting effect, left by the rain falling from the steps above.[/caption]

With lunch finished, and time ticking by, we headed back to the Ebury Way and headed towards home. With Erin beginning to flag a little, she hopped back in to the battlewagon, at which point Keilyn decided it was time to stretch her legs. So, out she came. After I had carried her for a short while I put her on my shoulders, until she clamoured to get down.

[caption id="attachment_1012" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Keilyn sits on my shoulders, on the Ebury Way.[/caption]

So, I put her down and she walked, while holding my hand. Then Erin wanted to join in, so Erin and I held Keilyn's hands and the three of us walked a little way. Keilyn then decided that she could do it herself, so we let her hands go, and she took her first solo steps along the Ebury Way.

[caption id="attachment_1016" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Erin and I help Keilyn take her first steps along the Ebury Way.[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1017" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Keilyn takes her first solo walk along the Ebury Way.[/caption]

Eventually Keilyn fell asleep, just as we met my mum at the King George V playing fields. My mum had been for a walk, earlier in the day with a walking group. They had walked up Baldwins Lane, along Little Green Lane and down through the fields and woods onto Rousebarn Lane, before heading back to their start point. Now mum was pushing her dad around the King George V playing fields. Erin gave my mum and granddad some daffodils, that she had picked from around the edges of the playing fields, before trying to get to grips with the exercising machines that are dotted around the fields, while mum, granddad, Emma and I had a quick catch-up. After saying our 'goodbyes', we headed home so that we could sort the girls out, as their little body clocks were still on GMT rather than BST.

My mum arrived, not long after the girls had finished their tea, so that we were finally able to give our Mother's Day present and Erin and Keilyn could give their 'Nannie's Day' present, to her. We chatted for a bit, before Emma disappeared upstairs, to get herself ready for work. How Emma manges to do a twelve-hour night-shift, after a day of walking a good five or six miles, is beyond me. But she does.

With the girls in bed, and Emma at work, it wasn't long before tiredness set in. Mum headed off home and I busied myself with tidying up the toys and settling down for an early night.

All-in-all it was yet another great day out, and in, with my family.