Rivers that flood
13/6/2019
Our route down the east of England has required more time on the River Trent. In Lincoln good friends from home joined us, braving the journey west along the Fossdyke, to the large Torksey Lock. When the tide is right, the lock keeper winds a capstan - the first such lock mechanism we've seen - the lock empties, and we are launched with other craft on to a rising tide, to carry us 21 miles south to Newark.
Our mooring in Newark was across from the ruined castle, sleighted during the Civil War in the 1640s, which we discover actually started in Newark. Rather challenging how much trivia is being stuffed into our ageing brains.
The mooring involved a slippery ladder to (and from) the boat. All of us were immensely careful, so no dramas. A pleasure to be so close to the city centre.
In Newark we stumbled across a lunch time concert in a church, a professional musician Peter Lacey, demonstrating a collection of old brass instruments, interspersed with their histories. Afterwards we chatted to Peter, who knew my great grandfather's brass band, the Besses o' the Barn, which began in 1818, and is still going. We visited the band in 1999, and it would be great to meet them again.
Now we are tucked up in Nottingham, moored on the Nottingham Canal which is a loop off the Trent- very fortunate as the river is now in flood, as is the River Soar which we want to take south to Leicester. The rain continues, we are safe and dry, and have decided to see the sights by bus, train. Today to Wollaton Hall and its deer park. Tomorrow?
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Our mooring in Newark was across from the ruined castle, sleighted during the Civil War in the 1640s, which we discover actually started in Newark. Rather challenging how much trivia is being stuffed into our ageing brains.
The mooring involved a slippery ladder to (and from) the boat. All of us were immensely careful, so no dramas. A pleasure to be so close to the city centre.
In Newark we stumbled across a lunch time concert in a church, a professional musician Peter Lacey, demonstrating a collection of old brass instruments, interspersed with their histories. Afterwards we chatted to Peter, who knew my great grandfather's brass band, the Besses o' the Barn, which began in 1818, and is still going. We visited the band in 1999, and it would be great to meet them again.
Now we are tucked up in Nottingham, moored on the Nottingham Canal which is a loop off the Trent- very fortunate as the river is now in flood, as is the River Soar which we want to take south to Leicester. The rain continues, we are safe and dry, and have decided to see the sights by bus, train. Today to Wollaton Hall and its deer park. Tomorrow?
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