Sunday 13 May
Shireoaks to Ranby.
We said ‘Au Revior’ to our neighbours, Mick, Sue and Todd, who run a training boat called, ‘Mercury Rising’, for would-be boaters, before moving on today. Swapping phone numbers, Leigh assured them if they are ever close to Tardebigge we’ll help them through the flight of locks! She might but I’ll pass on that…
Leigh struggled with the locks today. If you haven’t experience labouring lock you may be surprised to know you often need to use your legs as much as your arms. After her superlongrun – 10.9km – yesterday, and partaking in Michael Mosley’s ‘HIT exercises’ on Friday, Leigh is suffering from chronic leg-ache. I heard her ask Tom, ‘I am not usually dramatic, but can you die from Leg-Ache?’. Tom and I both laughed and replied, ‘No…and you ARE being dramatic, now get on with those locks’. Sympathetic we are not. Yelp!
As is often the case, one of our encounters with another human made us smile along the way. A rather unkempt, older man – dressed in a black faux-leather 1970’s style jacket and cowboy-style jeans – stopped to help Leigh work a couple of locks through Worksop.
After the second lock she thanked him profusely. He said, ‘It’s alright, Duck, I know this canal like the back of my hand’. She replied, ‘Well I really appreciate your help’
He then asked Leigh, ‘Do you think I’m older or younger than you, me duck?’
Leigh (exasperated) politely replied, ‘Oh, I imagine we might be around the same age’, to which he said, ‘Well, I’m 83’.
Leigh, at 61 and not looking too bad on it, didn’t know whether to laugh or cry…but she did smother her face in night-cream and bio-oil before retiring to bed!
Woofs, Martha xx