We had a chilly, but uneventful journey from Kegworth to Derwent Mouth Lock today. The wind was blowing a hooley and Rog had his new Beacon Boats fleece on for the first time. I, on the other hand, am made of sterner stuff and made do with a jumper! The fleeces were a thank you from Ally to all her customers and distributed at the gathering on Saturday. Some of the locks are very exposed and the wind on the Trent as we exited the Soar was very strong.
This one’s for you, Ally
The wild and windy Trent
We are back now on muddy ditches, and I can’t say I’m sorry! The Soar is very beautiful, but I was getting a bit fed up with having to clamber on and off the boat at locks where the sides of the lock landings are very high to cope in times of flood. Also, the wide locks are getting to me now – the narrow locks can’t come soon enough for me!
We are moored now just above Derwent Mouth Lock on the Trent and Mersey, in the shadow of a humungous wide beam Dutch barge.
6 miles and 4 locks