Normally this blog is positive, hopefully upbeat and in some way uplifting. This week it is also honest and reflects the HUGE HIGHS and frightening lows we’ve encountered in terms of humanity.
We have experienced good and bad on our travels this week, but fortunately not in equal measure.
We have been cruising sections of Birmingham Canal Navigations which are obviously underused, have seen very few boats and in so many cases people who have cheerily waved hello and said how lovely it has been to see a boat travelling on their local waterway. We have been struck by beauty and wildlife, and by the sheer complexity of the canal network here – more canals than Venice they say.

The kindness of people has been a feature of this week. It started with a man near Wednesfield after a peaceful nights sleep moored outside the Cineworld complex (honestly). He wanted to tell us where to find shops, chip shops, the best pies and how to get to Wetherspoons for breakfast, even though we hadn’t asked for any of this invaluable information.
Then as I was walking the dog along the towpath ahead of the boat, an elderly man introduced me to his very friendly black and white fluffy cat who he takes for a walk every day in his shopping trolley. He and I litterpicked together round the area’s war memorial and made a positive difference.
Two young lads stopped their bikes as we cruised under a bridge close to an aqueduct and wanted to warn us of where kids apparently throw shopping trolleys in the canal, but we didn’t honestly notice more problems there than anywhere else!

Then there was the immensely cheerful fisherman whose line got entangled with the boat. He jovially thanked us for letting him hook his biggest catch ever amid gales of laughter.
We then encountered moored boaters who cheerfully directed us to a winding hole as we approached a dead end (of which there are now many on this network) and thanked us for clearing the canals of rubbish as we travelled.
I saw a young woman sitting by her bike and sobbing on the towpath as we passed on the boat. A little further on we were mooring the boat and she cycled towards us. I asked if she was OK and she told me her husband had just been killed in Ukraine. She allowed me to give her a hug but I feel for her, as she is here alone.
Then there was a lovely dog walker with a young cocker spaniel who pointed us in the direction of an unexpected and much appreciated dog walk.
The waterways chaplains on nb Taleya who were the only moving boat we saw all day and shared with us the location of their previous overnight mooring near the Sister Dora Cemetery. Sister Dora was an Anglican nun and nurse who was much loved by the miners, railwaymen and other working families of the Black Country. One of the Canal and River Trust workboats is now named after her.
Two young men helped us through a lock and were fascinated that they could get involved in such a physical way to help us along.

And to the very good friends who joined us to go loopy up and down the main line exploring hidden places and helping us discover the best pub in Birmingham (after trying some definitely not to our tastes…) – thank you for being the highlight of our week.
Perhaps because it has been such a good week overall, the unpleasantness has been in stark relief. Children threw stones at the boat, scaring us and poor Boatdog, luckily not breaking any of our new windows and luckily our paintwork isn’t pristine so they haven’t done much damage. One child though jumped onto the boat, showing off to his friends but luckily none of them were keen to follow suit. To him I would say thank heavens you made it off safely although there was a horrible moment when I thought you might slip between the boat and the side of the cut. To him I would urge respect not just for people’s homes as our boat is, but for the water and others. He jumped off our boat almost landing on flowers laid to remember a young woman whose lifeless body was tragically pulled from the canal just last week. A poignant reminder for us all to respect the water and remember how precious life is.

To the balaclava-clad young men on motorbikes and quad bikes hurtling along the towpaths please go somewhere else, well out of the way of families walking with children and dogs and away from where boaters are needing to work locks.
This section of the waterways is proving a delight to us despite these occasional irritations, and some 4-seasons-in-a-day weather!

It is full of wildlife. Towpaths are strewn with white maythorn confetti, sudden vivid splashes of yellow furze and flags plus blushing dog roses are lending contrast to the multiple greens of new growth among trees and bushes, some framing old brick industrial buildings, others growing in what seems to be rural bliss. As I write this at the end of a day blackbirds, thrushes and robins are singing their hearts out. Their songs are all I can hear. A far cry from the Black Country of old, the industrial heartland of Britain, and now a testament to the ways in which nature reclaims its own. We are fortunate so much of the canal network remains here for us to explore.

Oh and if anyone finds our fire tongs – they had a bit of a mishap while the Skipper was in bbq mode and ended up in the cut (we failed to find them with our magnet) – do enjoy using them. They are a delightful weight and were just the right size for our solid fuel stove, and I hope they will be for yours too! We now need to seek out as good a replacement pair for our stove!



















































