Today was the second day of Retford Museum weekend. Don’t ask me about Retford Museum Weekend. I live just outside Sheffield, 20 miles from Retford, but Retford is where the Seth Ellis is, and I was rostered on the trip boat for today, so Retford it was. In the rain.
Pete had rung me up on the Saturday saying “don’t get there before noon”. It had been quiet on Saturday, and it seemed a bit pointless being there at 10. So, noon it was. In the rain.
Did I mention it rained?
I passed on the first trip with around six members of the public on, opting to go to the Bay Tree cafe for a danish and a double espresso. When they were bringing the boat back into the basin, they’d felt something under the boat. Later investigation showed it to be an Asda supermarket trolley. The sort with the locking wheels designed not to be taken from the store.
Well, after a couple of trips, to do our bit for the canal community, we got the grapple hook from the boat and myself, Pete Whitehead and Keith Moore decided to go fishing. I’ll freely admit, it’s the biggest treble I’ve ever been fishing with.
The canal had been crystal clear all afternoon enabling location and identification of said trolley. Typically, when we go to try and get it out, it’s muddy as buggery. We thought we knew roughly where the offending article was though, so had a cast in.
First time! We hit on something big. It put up a fight, but the three of us were equal to it.
A “men at work” sign. The portable triangular metal ones used for short term road works.
Well, you can’t throw it back once it’s out, so put it on the bank and have another go.
A couple of blanks, then we were in again.
This time, a 4m length of scaffolding pole.
Perhaps the trolley had sum off?
Final cast, and we hit it. It put up a fight but between the three of us, we brought it under control and landed it.
It was a nice shiny new trolley as well, so had only been in there a short while.
If you see a trolley behind the Bay Tree cafe, you know where it came from. Better there than wrapped around the prop of some poor boaters’ pride and joy.