Fazeley Junction
The journey to Fazeley Junction was relatively uneventful with miles of tree and hedge lined canal, so I couldn’t see much. Then there came what seemed like miles and miles of gardens that backed on to the canal. Amongst the the best of the views was this skyling horse.
On the way to the junction, I had noticed these windows with iron bars on the sides of bridges. I have never seen these before and wondered if they were used to store canal maintenance items or perhaps some sort of cell in to which unruly boaters were put to cool off. If anyone knows, please leave a comment below.
The most pleasant event for me was the aquaduct over the River Thame as shown in the following two photos.
From what other boaters were saying the moorings here at Fazeley Junction were chock-a-block, but on arrival, it was surprisingly devoid of other boats. The moral here is to take what other people say with a pinch of salt. It’s not the first time that a misinformation event such as this has happened. Sometimes I wonder if it was actually disinformation.
Here we have a boat name that the equine fraternity would appreciate. I do love horses and this just happens to be one of my favourite breeds which originate from the Huisne river valley in western France, which was part of the former Perche province. My sister is very much a ‘horsey’ person and I know she loves these too.
So here we come to where I moored for the night. Well, it was supposed to be for a couple of days, had some thieving reprobate of a toe-rag not stolen my trolley off the roof of my boat at 7.20am.
Had I not been in bed and disabled, I would have pulled on my trainers and given chase up the cut. Trying not to stereotype, but by the looks of him, riding away on a knackered push-bike, carrying my trolley, I highly suspected he was another boater.
I mean come on people, this is something I use to carry heavy bags and other items to and from the boat.
After this, apart from being robbed, I felt invaded, unclean, angry. It’s difficult to describe.
The trolley wasn’t locked down but I seriously wouldn’t have thought anybody would steal it.
I reported this to the Staffordshire Police shortly after the event, but as expected, the verdict was that they would be unable to do anything to help.
The image below shows the location where I was moored, which you wouldn’t think too bad, but there was a noisy saw mill behind the trees on the left, and a continuously barking dog next door. I have made a note to myself not to moor here again overnight, although other boaters have said it is fine. Here we go again taking advice from other people.
I moored here at Fazely Junction primarily to pop to the post office just down the road where I collected a couple of Amazon items I had ordered. The junction itself is quite historical, surrounded by buildings of a bygone age of canals.
Again, I come across these lovely yellow wild flowers and again, I cannot seem to retain the names of them. In fact, I have trouble retaining the names of most of them. I just wish I had the vast knowledge of my mother.
Perhaps somone could leave a comment below to help me out with a name for this.
I found this quite interesting, a bug hotel. I couldn’t actually see anything crawling around but I suspect they were in hiding.
On that fateful morning of grand theft trolley, I left Fazeley Junction behind with a sense of mixed feelings.
2 Comments
Sis
Damn thieving *!+? – for goodness sake ! A trolley? Really? I hope his bike collapses and a spoke up where the sun don’t shine !
The plant is called Ragwort. Classed a weed, it is actually reportable – in that it can be invasive and it is also poisonous to horses.
David
Ah thanks. I certainly didn’t know that about ragwort. Do horses know it’s poisonous for them, I wonder.