Day 31 Junction Canal to Keadby
Keadby is at the junction of The Sheffield and South Yorkshire Navigation and the River Trent. This is our destination for today, tomorrow at 07:00 we are being locked through onto the river at the finish of the ebb tide to help us up stream on the flow for the last leg of our journey south.
Every indication is that today will be sunny and mild just like yesterday, our first completely dry day!
After a pleasant walk with new smells, we left our mooring that was in the middle of nowhere on the Junction Canal. Before we left we had a hearty breakfast (full English for them and guess what for me – bloody biscuits) apparently to set us up for our journey. There was nothing particularly arduous or stressful about it, just loads of swing bridges. For me – off the kennel – on the kennel most of the time.
This area is sparsely populated by no known life forms. It is an area of communication black out. There is no phone signal or wifi whatever that means. The landscape is absolutely flat. There are lots of wind turbines, my bearded one gets quite animated about these, I don’t think he likes them.
We stopped for lunch at a small settlement called Thorne, one surviving pub, one derelict and a couple of boat yards. We filled up my long kennel with another 110 litres of fuel and my owners with a couple of pints of “Great Heck” and a spritzer for my long haired one.
In the afternoon, my long haired one. Clearly refreshed, walked with me for nearly an hour as my bearded one and his friend Mike managed my kennel. There were occasional signs of life, a farm popped up now and again and then there was a stretch of at least 100 fishermen clearly having a competition, equally spaced along the canal bank for as far as my eyes could see.
Such was the excitement as we came close to our destination, the weather was indeed dry and warm. It was in fact a lovely evening. As we moored up ready for the morning, across the water my bearded one spotted and was admiring an old vessel called SpiderT – see photo. He and his friend and my long haired one were all invited on a personal tour from the owner. She has an amazing history and is worth a look at the website www.spidert.co.uk. So my bearded one says.She was the lead vessel in the Royal Pageant.
The small town of Keadby has little else to offer, there were two pubs now both abandoned.
My photos today are: the desolate trail through flatlands, the Captain of SpiderT, SpiderT 200 tons, The River Trent.
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