Day 34 Back to The Trent.
The 5th day of summer or so it would seem at our early morning departure from Saxilby. The sun is shining and the birds are singing.
As a matter of interest, last night, my bearded one bought me a pig’s ear as a treat. I immediately buried it much to his dismay and so this morning, when I went out to my bathroom, I dug it up and ate it. This made him happy.
After I took him for his early morning walk, he unleashed my long kennel and we were off. We are to cruise for just a few miles to Torksey where we are to re-join The River Trent. Here we have an appointment with Mr Nice Lock keeper to catch the tide on the river as it turns from ebb to flow for our ascent to Newark. There will be time for breakfast and a final pee.
We were through the lock at Torksey and moving swiftly on the tide by 11:00 hrs towards Newark. There was no stopping and it was three hours later when we arrived at the end of the tidal Trent at Cromwell Lock. I was not able to get off my long kennel at this stage as it was a very large lock and we were just one of four other long kennels. It was another hour and a half before we arrived at King’s Marina where we had a berth reserved for the night.
After my bearded one had superbly moored us at our allocated mooring B 10, I was allowed to get off and hooray, there was some vegetation almost next door thank heaven. I have now learned that it was a long kennel’s herb garden growing in what I now know is a flower pot and I am not supposed to use this.
We went to explore Newark we visited several pubs and went for long walks. They had supper by the river at Pizza Express. I sat under their table and was given a bucket of water thanks very much!
My photos today: a 600 ton sand barge passing close by, lots of Woolley creatures, a barge being loaded with sand.
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