It’s said if February is wet, there’s an increased chance of a fine summer. That’s reassuring as dampness pervades the air most days recently!
Yesterday’s journey from Gunthorpe to Newark was, according to our Nicholsons’ Guide (it’s an ancient edition mind you!), along one of the ‘prettiest’ stretches of the river. You could’ve fooled us!
Barry’s all wrapped up to keep the cold at bay – not sure he succeeded though, it was rather relentless, and this was before the pelting rain!
Flat and bleak – maybe we read the description incorrectly?
In July 2009 we were naive, novice, live-aboard Narrowboaters, on a long-anticipated six-month sabbatical from New Zealand. Reflecting incredulously (mostly me!), one of our first journeys was down (up country but down river, I have no concept of how that works) the River Trent. I strongly suspect if I’d known then what I do now, that particular element of our trip wouldn’t have happened. Or at least not with me on board!
Almost nine years later we’re back on the mighty river, excitedly anticipating re-visiting places, gifted with far greater experience and knowledge of the positives and pitfalls. And possibly also venturing to a few new vistas.
Thankfully Barry’s now undertaken more research, and continuing after Keadby Lock will no longer be part of the near future plan – and if it is, something will have gone horribly awry! In order to travel to Goole, unsurprisingly a VHF radio is a requirement. We don’t have one, nor wish to invest in obtaining such a thing. He described the process he’d discovered of moving down-river with the outgoing tide, then waiting for the turn, before heading round the corner to Goole (there was something about sitting on a sandbank that particularly horrified me). It sounded precarious to say the least – definitely not for the fainthearted. So I’m afraid anyone who’s been eagerly anticipating that adventurous blog tale will be sadly disappointed … Continue reading
We last visited Robin Hood’s fair city in 2009, aboard Northern Pride. Friends arrived at the station to spend a long weekend with us – which for some reason I can’t recall, entailed moving swiftly through rather than exploring the history and many delights of the area.
This time, Barry’s determined to take a better look around what’s on offer.
Refreshing Areandare’s Interior
We arrived Tuesday evening, spending the first couple of days thankfully catching up on a few things. Importantly Barry finished painting the walls of our lounge and kitchen (two coats on top of the undercoat already completed whilst I was away), and I hung our ‘newly made at mum’s’ (apart from the hems, a chore I dislike intensely!) curtains. I think it’s looking splendid; bright and colourful, and feel pleased how much more pleasant it now is than being completely surrounded by brown wood. Continue reading