Monday, 18 August 2025

Floating about: Day 8

Today ended up being the day when we tested how easy it is to get NHS treatment when you’re living on a boat.  But first, Bramble Cuttings was an idyllic mooring.  It was sunny and warm last night, and we had our Sunday roast on the picnic bench by the boat, as it was actually cooler outside than in.  This morning, we got yet another load of washing going (finally caught up) and set off just before 9.  When we got to the big flash, there were two boats across ways, and it wasn’t clear what was happening so I just drifted about waiting.  It turned out the blue boat had gone too far over and run aground on the mud, and the grey boat had rescued him.


There were lots of anglers setting up for a match through Broken Cross.  At the new waste to power site, three very tall cranes were in action today.


We needed water, but at the Anderton service point there were already two boats so we pulled over and waited.  Before long it was our turn and we filled to the brim.  We moored past the lift, where we stopped last time, where the mobile signal is better.

After lunch, we walked up the path into Barnton, because I wanted to see a pharmacist.  I’ve had an insect bite on my leg that’s not going away, and having Googled was worried it might be Lymes Disease, from a tick.  The pharmacist looked at it and agreed, but that meant he couldn’t treat it — saying it would need a doctor, and the best bet was NHS 111.  I rang straight away, and got through to a person almost immediately, in spite of the warnings of a 10 minute wait time.  They took loads of info and said I would get a call back.  We walked back to the boat and sure enough a call came fairly soon; they took loads of info and said it would be passed on and I’d get another call within 2 hours.  That call also came quite quickly, they took a load of information and said I needed to be seen in person.  However, apparently there were no suitable doctors at the Urgent Treatment Centre in Northwich, I needed to go to Leighton Hospital in Crewe.  So I took an appointment for 5pm and jumped in an Uber.  I was there an hour early, and was finally seen an hour late, so there was a lot of sitting about.  The decision was that as I’ve had the bite for a little while, I should be treated, so I have a prescription which I’ll have to get filled tomorrow.  All in all it’s been a long afternoon, but we got there in the end.  For some reason the Uber back as much cheaper than the one there.

8 miles, 0 locks.  (37 miles, 13 locks)

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