Walking on Water by Nick Corble

Her name was Florrie, she was twenty-three and she came from Skipton, North Yorkshire...

Walking on Water, subtitled 'Exploring the Arteries of England', describes a trip down the spine of the UK's inland waterways.

It was written to record the author's wish to re-discover the simple joys of travel and perhaps learn more about his own country as he did so moving at a sedate 4 m.p.h.

Before setting out Nick was a complete canal-innocent. Much of the joy of the book comes from learning along with the author more about the canals, their history and how to move through them without major mishap (well almost!).

Fired by memories of a canal holiday when younger, and inspired by a desire to rediscover the true values in life, Nick Corble, in a moment of calculated madness, acquires a rather battered but much loved canal boat called Florrie.

With a free summer stretching before him, Nick, aided by a rotation of very different crews, embarks upon what becomes nicknamed the Grand Trek South, a marathon journey through the canal systems of England.

Ever enthusiastic, Nick recounts the numerous highlights - and a few low points - of his memorable and highly eventful trip with relish. His observations as he passes through the arteries of England, as well as his descriptions of the personalities he meets along the way, offer an infectious mix of humour and vitality spiced with sometimes surprising honesty.

Discover the Debenhams Effect!

Learn about The Dog's Bollocks!

Hear who was nearly had by the balls!

And if you really want to know what happens in Runcorn on Saturday night, you're just going to have to buy the book!

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Walking on Water was originally published in November 2000 by Minerva Press with the ISBN 0754114864.

In June 2002 Minerva went out of business and in 2007 the book was re-published by The Belmont Press.  The best way to obtain a copy is via them, Amazon, through a bookshop or direct from the author - cost £10 incl p&p (inland UK).

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"For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake.
The great affair is to move."

Robert Louis Stevenson, Travels with a Donkey

The Debenhams Effect - from Chapter 6: "Devil Worship, Isolation and Celebration"

    Having feasted our eyes, it was the turn of our stomachs, and as we didn't fancy either fish and chips or a kebab, which seemed to be all that was on offer on the High Street, we entered the ubiquitous shopping mall and a Debenhams in-store restaurant. Thus, in a single stroke, we destroyed any opportunity of happening upon any regional delicacy. Inside the controlled atmosphere we both went quiet, not so much with contemplation of our recent visit to the cathedral but with tiredness. Gradually conversation dissolved into yawns, which as night turns to day would have moved on to sleep. We had to get out. So, having naturally taken advantage of the facilities, we went on our way. This phenomenon of sudden somnolence henceforth became known as the Debenhams effect.

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The Dog's Bollocks - from Chapter 17: "The Dog's Bollocks"

 ON ASKING FOR A QUOTE FOR A PAINT JOB AT STREETHAY WHARF:
    ‘You’ve got two options with boats this age’, he recommended, ‘the Cat’s Whiskers or the Dog’s Bollocks.’ 
    Annette and I stole a glance at each other, uncertain how to grade these choices.  ‘You either strip her right down, prime her and put gloss on top, or you get one of those machines over there,’ he nodded towards a collection of assorted industrial hardware which seemed to include everything from sanders through to crushers, ‘attack the worst rust spots’, and with this point he rubbed vigorously with the flat of his hand along one of Florrie’s flanks, ‘and give her a good seeing to.’  This seemed reasonable enough we agreed, giving him a chance to pause for breath.  ‘Let’s face it, he added, ‘she’s what, twenty five year old. The rust’ll always come back, the only issue is how long will it take?’
    ‘Can you give us any ballpark idea of cost?’, I asked, innocently.
    He sucked his teeth in best builder-asked-for-an-estimate mode and pulled a face.  ‘Oh, around forty pound a foot.’  We nodded sagely, this was in line with other estimates we’d been given, if anything slightly better, and we told him we’d think about it.  As time was getting on, we asked if there was any chance of an overnight mooring and thinking there probably was, Ray disappeared in a whirlwind to check his records to see who was away.

    ‘Was that forty quid a foot for the Cat’s Whiskers or the Dog’s Bollocks?’ Annette asked.

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Had by the balls - from Chapter 15: "Surprises and Disappointments"

    While waiting for Annette to emerge from the shop my attention was drawn to a metal ring in the courtyard. It had a diameter of three or four inches and was made out of metal about an inch thick. It looked uncannily like a mooring ring. I was about to go up and read the caption above it when an elderly woman sitting next to me asked her husband to check it out.
    'It's where they used to tie up their balls', he shouted across the yard.

    A silence descended. I paused to consider the implications of what I'd just heard. In the name of God, why? Was this the antidote to the rural idyll the museum had been projecting up? Were the estate workers little more than slaves, punished with cruel and humiliating torture for the slightest misdemeanour? It was only after a few seconds similar reflection that I realised he meant bulls, not balls. The relief was palpable. Despite this realisation however my gait was sufficiently awkward after we set off to excite comment from Annette.

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'Gongoozlers' from Chapter 4: Mad Cows and Englishmen

    By the time I looked up I noticed that the F-in-L was apparently giving a lecture to a group of around twenty fully kitted-up walkers, showing them what he was doing and why. This breed has its own name on the canal, being known as gongoozlers, although the origin of this name is unknown. Its Tolkien-esque phrasing however suggests gypsy roots.

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Did you know ...

Every year:

The interest in canals and boating holidays is massive and growing.

In 1998:

The Government recognised the resurgent interest in the canals by launching a policy paper on their future. The aim is to create a National Trust like body to protect and cherish them.

In June 2000:

A major new government publication 'Waterways for Tomorrow'set out an exciting future for the waterways.

THE FUTURE IS WET!!