Dobbin walked down to see us off, but not soon enough for the promised apple!
Next time, mate.
Soon after Aldreth Bridge we had to deal with the shallow winding section where a ran aground twice on the way up. Pleased to say no such trouble today.
There are quite a few Little Egrets along here, and I tried unsuccessfully to get a picture last week. They just don’t stay still long enough!
Bullying, swan style
After Twenty Pence Bridge we’re back on the straighter, deeper, more artificial section of the Old West. Unfortunately the flood banks are higher, too.
One that didn’t make it into the marina…
Bosky bit, unusual for this river, near the Lazy Otter.
Back to wide open spaces alongside the small marina. Good GOBA moorings here.
We pulled in at Stretham Old Engine to have a look, but it’s staffed by volunteers and therefore only open on Sundays and Bank Holidays. There’s not much to see if the doors are locked…
Even Meg was bored!
You’ll need to click-to-zoom to read this
Quick summary – The Fens are flooded marshland, drains cut and wind pumps installed to shift the water into the drains. Drying out land shrinks and drops below sea level and floods again. Flood banks built, better pump engines installed, bob’s your uncle.
Meg had a comfort break and a bite to eat, as did the human members of the crew, then we moved on, just over a mile, to where we are now.
You wouldn’t have thought that this guy…
…will grow up to look like this.
Aaah, cute coots!
Locks 0, miles 7½