Okay, moored up at Cowroast ( such an intriguing name!!!!) and keen to see what’s up ahead.
Mum and Dad stay at the boat and we jump off, armed with a walkie-talkie and the safety rope. We have instructions not to go further than Birmingham and to make contact with Mama and Papa Loon every now and then.
Soon we’re skipping along the towpath, snacking on rosehips, blackberries, hawthorn berries and sloes. We stop to chat to a boater and pet his spaniel. His wife looks on from the boat, she smiles at us and we wave. We continue onwards, giving the dog a final pat.
About a mile up we see something unusual in the distance, a narrow boat is adrift! It’s only attached by one mooring pin and it has drifted out and blocked the canal. We hurry towards it and I frantically try to contact Mum and Dad before another boat comes cruising round the bend and hits the blockage. It’s too late, one is heading our way!
We wave and shout, we feel like the railway children. We keep hurrying towards the boat, but the other one gets there first. The boater gently pushes the boat towards the bank. It shifts slowly and the other boat squeezes through the gap, we breathe a sigh of relief.
But the narrow boat is still blocking the canal, it has drifted back to its previous position that it was in before the boater pushed it. We stay by the boat and try to see if any other people are coming.
Eventually I get hold of Mama and Papa Loon and a few minutes later they are hurrying up the towpath. Dad helps us to pull the heavy steel boat in and secure her mooring pins. I christen her Rocky, as she doesn’t appear to have a name. When Rocky is safely moored up we continue our exploration!
Telling the story in pictures