We've been out on the boat for a couple of weeks, just chugging the canals, Kiddy to Chester and back, but in 6 years of ditch crawling I've never seen such an abundance of stone fruits. Yellow plums weren't quite ready so we may have to go out for a bimble this coming weekend, but there is going to be a glut of damsons and sloes.
Unfortunately for most of you, the richest pickings are on the wrong side of the canals and only accessible by boat, but there's still plenty to be had along the towpaths.
So far this year I have only picked blackberries from 2 locations, and only for a few minutes each time, collecting 5.5lbs. One of those locations was open to any towpath walker, the other was a case of âstop engine, back up a bit and get the stern into that bankâ. That can occasionally be amusing if another boat comes around a bend and slows to ask if we've run aground or need to throw them a rope - âNo thanks, no problem, just picking blackberriesâ.
If working a flight of locks I frequently cycle ahead to the next, and may then have to wait a little while if another boat is approaching from the opposite direction and the lock is set in their favour. So there I was on another occasion, sat on a lock gate on the Stratford flight, waited for a âdownhillâ boat to enter the lock, close the top gate behind them and start to draw the bottom paddles, and the bloke off that boat looks down the canal and spots an âuphillâ boat (ours) almost diagonally blocking the canal, pointy end towards the towpath, blunt end stuck in the bushes. Not realising it was my boat, or that I'd previously signalled back âboat coming down, just float around for a whileâ this other bloke says to me âWhat IS that woman playing at?â
I says to him âThat's my wife and she's just picking plums while she's waiting for you to quit fannying around and get down this lockâ. Sure enough, by the time he'd opened the bottom gates she was out of the bushes and lined up perfectly to take our turn.