Day 32 onto The Trent.
Wow! It was a beautiful dawn and with a promise of a fine day. Potentially three in a row! The sun was barely rising when my bearded one woke me up for his walk. There was a little activity around, I played with one of my kind – unknown tribe – she was only 9 months old and we had a good game of chase even though I kept winning. Then I had to get dressed for the journey ugh! Just look at me in the photo – does my bum look big in that or what?
At 07:00 the nice Mr lock keeper came to see each of us four long kennel owners and instructed us on the order that we were to enter his lock. In the event, three of us, all similar in size entered first and we were sent down to join The Trent.
This was a bit of fun, we were all standing on the aft deck as my bearded one drove my long kennel into the fast flowing river. We were whipped around with the helm hard a starboard (a nautical expression I heard) gathering uncontrolled momentum, we raced off riding the tide for nearly 30 miles.
Torksey on the Fossdyke Navigation was our first opportunity to come off the river which we did after four hours of this white knuckle ride (he exaggerates but it sounds dramatic). In contrast this stretch to Lincoln is an old Roman canal and we crept along this ancient waterway for a late lunch stop and a pee for me! They forget that they have a bathroom on board I have to go ashore. We stopped half way along to Lincoln at a charming village called Saxilby.
Sadly there is evidence here too of recession if pubs are a barometer of the economy which my bearded one maintains could be the case from his experience so far. One was closed, the other was not serving food. We were guided to a municipal sports centre and they had an amazing spread, and, Mr Wadworth was in residence! Nothing for me of course. But, there were huge playing fields for me to walk around with my long haired one.
On to Lincoln, it was indeed a lovely day and warm, I had a good run around at our lunch stop and was happy to sleep on the aft deck as my bearded one and his friend Mike steered my long kennel into the heart of Lincoln City.
We are going to explore tomorrow, now we are all resting.
My photos today are: me in a ridiculous dress, Typical landscape from the aft deck on The Trent, my long kennel at mooring in Lincoln.
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