Boston to Woodhall Spa

 

In the wind and rain we left Boston on Saturday afternoon.

It came as no surprise that we were the only boat on the move but, passing Dogdyke, which is at the end of the Coningsby runway, we were treated to a full-on display not by Typhoons this time but by The Red Arrows.  It was absolutely fantastic – I did my best to get some shots on my humble little camera just to mark the event.  I’ve only ever seen them on the TV before.  What a shame the weather was so poor.

 

Woodhall Spa is a lovely, vibrant little town about a mile and a half from the moorings at Kirkstead Bridge.  We walked around and then went into the little Cottage Musuem (dogs allowed!!!!) where there are exhibitions about the history of the town and some others focusing on events in World War Two which are pertinent to the town.  The town’s most famous connection is with 617 Squadron – the ‘Dambusters’ – who were stationed nearby.  In the middle of the town there is a memorial to the Squadron and, of course, lots of souvenirs are available in the gift shops.

         

On Monday Glynis and Don came to pick us up and took us to Petworth House which is now a hotel but served as the Officers’ mess for 617 Squadron.  The bar is just as it was back in 1943, full of displayed memorabilia and open to the public.  It was quite a chilling feeling standing at the bar and knowing that young airmen had once ordered their pints, laughed and joked with each other and it might very well have been the last time they ever did so.  The collection of pictures and artefacts here is a real and poignant tribute to them.

We then drove to Snipes Dale Country Park on the edge of the Wolds and, as forecast by some, the sun came out at 1pm!!  What a beautiful place – dogs allowed and off leads too!!

In the evening we were treated to dinner at a lovely restaurant we found off the beaten track in Woodhall Spa.

Glyn and Don – thank you so much for a lovely couple of days.  It was really good to see you and hear all about your travels. Let’s make it again soon.  Remember that two little boys want a ride on a narrowboat!!

xxoo

 

Megan is on her way as I write – she is to join us for the next  few days. 

Graham has been having a bit of a holiday with a couple of mates at his caravan near Crowle and, talking to him on the phone, it sounds like it has done him a lot of good.  The idea was to fish in the lakes but I think most of the time has been spent watching football!

Boston–Lincolnshire, not Massachusetts

Boston is the sort of place that needs a fair trial before a verdict is reached.  Hearsay can so taint one’s thoughts about somewhere before even reaching it!  Boston is OK!  It’s quite a big place – all sorts of shops, a busy market twice a week, lots of very old cobbled lanes and alleyways, a superb town park and some interesting buildings.  The most impressive building has to be the parish church of St Botolph’s.  This very large church also has an enormous tower – 272 feet high – and this has been nicknamed the Boston Stump.  The name doesn’t do it justice because the architecture is actually very beautiful.

      

It’s also worth walking a bit out of the centre of town to see the Maud Foster windmill – a beautifully preserved five sailed windmill that is still in working order.  

Boston is a very old town.  Back in the C13th it was apparently the 2nd busiest trading port in the country and built it’s wealth on wool.  Today it’s all about crop production and, as a result, has attracted a lot of migrant workers.

The visitor mooring here is excellent – there are new finger pontoons (still not quite long enough for n/b’s but OK), it’s all very secure and you can stay for up to 5 days.  It’s only a short walk into the centre of town one way and a large supermarket the other.

Our good friends, Glynis and Don live about 15 miles away so they came to see us and we went off to Gibraltar Point for the day to do a spot of twitching!  Amazingly, it didn’t rain!

           

In the evening we went off to sample the menu at The Wheatsheaf Inn at Hubbert’s Bridge on the Forty Foot Drain.  The pub is run by the family of the harbourmaster at Crick Marina.  It was an brilliant menu and the food was very good but to get there from Boston you need a car!     or some very good friends with a car!!!!!!!!!!

Forever Young

 

           

Remembering ………………….

Lesley Jean Shelton nee Allebone

21st September 1947 – 13th June 2004

Lesley loved wild poppies and every June they re-emerge as a poignant reminder of her beauty, her elegance and how, like them, her life was not long lasting.

That old adage of time being a healer?  We are not finding that to be true – it does, however, soften the pain.  The anger remains.

What’s in a name?

My, oh my!!  The people we are meeting on our travels are certainly educating us about different boating-related terminology!  Not all of it is very kind!
First of all, the type of boat:-
Is it a Cruiser? Plastic? Tupperware? Yoghurt Pot (crunchies easily) Gin-palace or Ocean-Waver?
Is it a widebeam, narrowbeam, barge, tug or working boat?  Ditch Crawler?  River Slug?  Chugga-Chugga?  Crusty?  Scruffy?
Hire Boat?  Private Boat?
No matter what the style or what the vessel is made of, it can always be a ‘Butterfly Boat’ (only goes out on sunny days)  or a ‘Static’ (never goes out whatever the weather.)
Then, based on behaviour, there are us boaters:-
A Floater or A Boater?  A ‘Rodney’ boatman? (technical term as listed in "The Inland Boat Owner's Book" - nothing what-so-ever to do with a certain R.W.Rogers)  A Swampy?
Residential?  Liveaboard?  Continual Cruiser?  Extended Cruiser?  Holiday Cruiser? 
A Fortnightly Freeloader?  Annual Moorer?  Winter Moorer?  Bridge Hopper?
One of the Shiny Boat Brigade or the Grimy Boat Brigade?
ENOUGH!!  No matter what the terminology we’re all in it together and …………… thank goodness we’re not all the same!!
Changing the subject completely:-

Can you believe it????

Today, thrown in the hedge by the side of a lane along which we were walking, was …………… a pair of walking boots!  They were John’s size too!!  Why couldn’t we have found his boots in that way?  I put them neatly together in the hope that their owner would be able to recover them!!  They had initially been discarded 50 yards apart.
We are currently moored at a place called Tattershall Bridge which is very close to RAF Coningsby.  We have been subjected to an intense, impressive and very loud air display at low levels – Tycoons, I think? 

         

We have been very lucky today – unlike other places in poor, battered old Britain we have had no rain and the evening is turning out to be lovely.  We had better make the most of it?  Aren't you glad it’s Summer?!!

The Fossdyke Navigation into Lincoln

The Fossdyke is an 11 mile canal built by the Romans and, in true Roman style, it’s straight!  For much of the way the banks either side are high and, without sitting up on the roof, you can’t see much of the surrounding countryside. 

Between Torksey (where there are good BW moorings either side of the lock) and Lincoln there are BW mooring places at Saxilby, Woodcocks and the Pyewipe pub.  Despite having bought the latest edition of the relevant Nicholson Guide, this was not clear.

For such a major city we found the visitor moorings in Lincoln very disappointing.  Judging by the throngs of shoppers in the High Street the city doesn’t need trade from the water!  Doesn’t anybody in Lincoln go to work on Wednesdays?

 

Lincoln (Lindum Colonia to the Romans) has three main sections.  Never having been here before, we set off to explore and ended up walking 5 miles!  We started off walking up the cobbled Steep Hill to the cathedral and remains of the castle.  There are many old buildings and individual shops on the way.

 

                   

For sweetoholics ………………………..Chocoholics ……………………………..and alcoholics!!

The cathedral was originally built by the Normans but, having undergone major restoration and alteration over time, is now predominantly medieval.  You just have to marvel at how they were able to build such huge, magnificent, ornate structures all that time ago.

The castle – or remains of – is near the cathedral and was built by William the Conqueror in 1068. 

                 

Around the High Street area there are masses of shops plus two large under-cover precincts and an indoor market.  John managed to get himself some new walking boots to replace those that were STOLEN from the front of the boat!  Yes, boaters – beware!  Valuables are not only cameras, phones, purses and wallets but now they also include your BOOTS!!  What makes it worse was that I saw the young **** who did it but didn’t realise until it was far too late.  He got a pair of smelly but outrageously expensive socks too!

The Brayford Pool (where the Fossdyke ends and the River Witham takes over) is now lined with restaurants and bars.  Gone are the old warehouses, wharfs, mills and granaries.  BUT, where can boaters safely moor to sample the delights of these new establishments?  I would have liked to have seen a BW floating pontoon for visiting boaters.  If they can do it in The Bristol Floating Harbour, why not here?

As you leave the Brayford Pool you go under the famous High Bridge or Glory Hole as it’s called.  For boaters it’s anything but high!  Apparently it’s the oldest bridge in Britain with buildings on the top. 

Emerging on the other side there are mooring rings, a modern millennium sculpture and …. more shops!

Being such a special, famous old bridge, surely a few flower arrangements on the bars are deserved?

We liked Lincoln – it’s interesting, large but manageable and it has a lovely atmosphere.

 

Anyway, now to the really important but incredibly sad event of today:-

To our dear friend,  Rob Simmonds of n/b  “the Green Manalishi”

May you rest in peace, Rob.  We are devastated at your unfair and untimely death.  Our thoughts are with your family and close friends.  We will always remember you and Megs. xxoo

Going with the Flow

And our own personal current hasn’t been running very fast!

‘Listening to the radio’ has taken on a whole new meaning – VHF Channel 74!  John did the VHF training a couple of years ago and now, here on the Trent, it has been very useful.  All of the lock keepers have been really lovely – they are friendly, helpful, professional and knowledgeable - they are worth their weight in gold.

Making our way downstream we have stopped at:-

GUNTHORPE   Very good, secure BW pontoon moorings.  Scenic area.  No village shop but a variety of places in which to eat and drink should you choose to.  Lovely walking along a very pretty stretch of the river.

FARNDON   Secure, BW pontoon mooring but not much of it!  We pretty much took up all the available space!  A St John’s Ambulance boat moors here permanently.  What a fantastic job these people do – taking frail and elderly people for trips up and down the river whenever conditions allow.

There are two riverside pubs, a small Londis/PO in the pretty village and lovely walks for both people and dogs. 

 

NEWARK   Only my opinion but, like Staines, I don’t think Newark makes enough of it’s riverside frontage.  There’s plenty of mooring but most of it is against high walls and not very inviting especially for n/b’s.  Mind you, I can well see the appeal of those high walls when the river is in flood!  There’s a small amount of BW pontoon mooring but only enough for about six n/b’s.  We couldn’t get on there so moored opposite against the wall of the Town Quay behind a floating bar/restaurant.  All was very quiet.

 

Newark itself – what a nice town!  My friend, Gill, has a sister who has lived there for many years and she said I would like it!  There are lots of different shops many of which are down little alleyways or in arcade-type areas.  The large market square seems to be utilised very well.  Sadly, there’s only one remaining wall of the old castle but behind this wall is a delightful, landscaped public garden full of seats and a band-stand.

 

 

CROMWELL LOCK   We are now moored up by the big lock at Cromwell.  We have arranged to go through tomorrow morning and will continue downstream on tidal waters for 16 miles to Torksey where the Fossdyke Navigation begins.

Being a special Bank Holiday weekend, quite a lot of boats have been on the move – both cruisers and narrow boats.  I guess the big, sea-going cruisers go down to Trent Falls and join the Humber.  What a shame the weather has turned wet and cold for the Jubilee celebrations.  Everywhere we’ve been there’s flags and bunting – on schools, shops, pubs, restaurants, houses and boats.  There’s evidence of a lot of support and respect for our Queen and a real feel of British pride in the air.  I do hope it is predominantly British and not just English.

It’s an Adventure…..

Now that we have left the relative safety of the canals and are on the Trent, it’s also a completely different ball game.  Yes, the Trent is wide and yes, the Trent is deep but, the weather being as it is at the moment, it is also very calm and very pretty – much prettier than I had expected it to be.

Another expectation which proved to be wrong was travelling through Nottingham.  I had expected it to be like other major cities we have travelled to and from e.g. Birmingham, Leicester, parts of London and Coventry but it was so much nicer.  Young people were everywhere (I guess the majority of them are Uni students) and there was minimum litter and minimum graffiti.  Good for Nottingham!  As we made our way to the last lock on the canal before joining the river, a  procession of pedestrians were walking along the tow path.  On the other side, another procession of pedestrians were walking along the pavement towards the bridge.  Why so busy!  Cricket of course!  The bridge was Trent Bridge and the cricket grounds are just on the other side!    Just past the bridge we had been told there were good moorings on some steps in front of County Hall – it looked chocker!

We headed downstream instead and went through Holme Lock where I was very pleased to meet the lock keeper! There’s a canoe slalom by this lock and  it all looked very interesting so I think we will make a point of stopping there on our return journey. 

We carried on to Stoke Lock and that’s where we stayed for the weekend.  Like on all rivers, mooring is at a premium and I can understand the cruiser-skippers being a bit resentful of the n/b’s – three n/b’s and the available space is all gone!  Despite it being a really hot weekend, very little boat traffic was in evidence.

We’ve discovered a very good reason for not having a big cruiser though – the lock keeper at Holme told us it cost £2,000 to put fuel in a boat like this – in fact, this might just be the actual one!

Just as we arrived at Stoke Lock who should be heading upstream but Ken and Mary on n/b “Wineberry”.  We met them in the Saltisford Arm back in 2009 and we haven’t seen them since!  Rodney, Derek – I’m sure you remember them too?  And then, along came n/b “Much Gigglin” – we’ve seen them around our neck-of-the-woods quite a bit so they too had found themselves exploring this way.

Today, we have only moved a few miles downstream to Gunthorpe – Gunthorpe Bridge is the only road bridge between Nottingham and Newark. We are in the fortunate position to be able to stop whenever the opportunity arises and explore the surrounding area.  Besides, John has painting to do on Ellen’s front ‘cheeks’!

It’s SO hot though!  I think this might be the hottest weather we have experienced on board!

 

I apologise to anyone who thinks swans are boring (you can look away now) but:-

           

I just think they are so majestic.  Does the Queen also own these?