Today has been cold and showery. A good day to put your feet up in front of the fire with a good book. So we went to Goole instead.
But not until we’d watched the London Marathon. I still feel a little ashamed I’ve not actually “done the distance”, being content with half-marathons instead. I suppose at some point I’ll have to bite the bullet and have a go. You’ve got admire anyone who’s prepared to put the time in to train, and then go out there and do it. Especially all those who are raising thousands for charity. One of the commentators pointed out that the London Marathon is the one event that raises the most money for charity in the world.
We got off at about 13:30, after I’d untangled a load of industrial grade polythene from the prop. A right turn at the junction took us onto unfamiliar waters, wide and deep.
Wide Open Spaces
Still quite a bit of wildlife about, but the ducks were a little shy.
Not like the swans, proudly showing off their new brood
Under the M18 road bridge, and the long straight past Rawcliffe Bridge into Goole.
We’re going there!
We couldn’t go right into the port proper, I was afraid of running foul of Associated British Ports who run the docks. But we had a little look towards the river lock, then turned back to use the BW facilities near the marina.
We saw a couple of previous acquaintances tied up for the weekend,
Humber Princess (with wheelhouse down to get under the bridges)
And Heather Rose H, last seen overtaking us on the Trent.
One new addition to the portfolio is Lafarge Aggregates Battlestone.
Back out of Goole and we retraced our route to the New Junction junction (if you see what I mean), met up with Carol again and carried on to Pollington Lock. This is our stop for tonight.
New Junction Canal. We Go Straight On.
Pollington Lock Visitor Moorings.
Last time we were here it was a beautiful evening and we sat out having a drink with Dave and Barbara off NB Liberty Bell. Bit too cold tonight.
Locks 0, miles 14½