Did you notice how nonchalantly I slipped in we’d be travelling all the way to Goole in the previous post? And that originally I’d mentioned visiting Sheffield in the same sentence as Lincoln – before Goole?
Unsurprisingly Barry did!
Geography has never been a strength of mine. Especially of the Inland Waterways. Being off the boat almost as much as on over the past almost five years, planning and navigating our cruising route has become very much a ‘blue job’.
Admittedly, the concept of returning to the tidal Trent is something I’ve consciously not delved into too deeply – until the past few days. A couple of comments on Facebook and here nudged me to consider it further. An unsettled night’s sleep on Sunday re-lived the experience of finally entering Keadby Lock after our initial attempt involved a crash into the nearby wall.
I recalled the feeling of fear that we could’ve missed the lock altogether and headed “out to sea” as I imagined. And it suddenly struck me! If we did indeed go to Goole, we’d be continuing from Keadby to the end of the Trent to turn a sharp left to get there. It’s actually the end of The Humber Estuary – where the Rivers Ouse and the Humber merge. Not to be taken lightly.
It won’t surprise you to learn Barry’s investigating further to discover whether my fears are founded or blown up out of all proportion. He’s a cool kiwi and experienced boater, taking most things in his stride. I’m a nervous Brit who’s been conditioned to be afraid of my own shadow – though I’ve been doing my best to tame that much of my life … I suspect we’ll need to meet in the middle which is our usual way of balancing the two extremes.
We’ll see what transpires. Any thoughts? If anyone reading has navigated the tidal Trent all the way to Goole, we’d love to hear from you about the experience, either below or by email email@example.com