Sunday, 17 August 2014

Gas

Yesterday at breakfast time we were running out of gas. I went to the gas locker to switch to the other cylinder. Oops! That was empty as well. I'd included it in my mental check list before we set out, but obviously the reality did not match the memory of having installed a new buj√£o (as the Brazilians say). So we got under way without a warming cuppa and hot-footed it to Stone where the chandlery sold us two. Ouch! It would be interesting to compare the price to that of the piped supply to our house. I'm sure someone's already done that if only I could be bothered to google it.

Today in the breeze we stepped on the gas a bit – steering in a gale seems easier if you're going faster. But as we travelled the last couple of miles to our mooring spot, we clearly weren't going fast enough for the guy coming up behind. I saw no reason why I should move into the shallows and probably go aground, just so he could break the speed limit. However, he gave me a friendly wave as he passed while we were tying up, so he maybe wasn't that bothered.

Well, that's enough gassing for the moment. It's time to make the tea.

5 comments:

  1. You should have waited to swap the second one until Stoke, because past the top of the locks there's a wholesaler where the price is much, much lower.

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    1. Ah! That's one to file away for future reference. Do you remember the name of the supplier, Adam?

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    2. A look on Google earth suggests it might be GT. If you're going north it's on the left by the bridge just before Festival Park Marina. They have a sign out on the towpath.

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  2. Glad you have got underway! we are still stuck in London, longingly looking at pics in waterways World. My brother finally goes in to respite care on Tuesday after 13 weeks in hospital, only 4 of which were necessary, but it has been hard finding somewhere that will take him. When he's settled we hope to grab a couple of weeks respite ourselves! may the locks be with you!

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    1. Mo, I hope that when you do finally get away the weather will have turned and the sun be shining on you.

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