We had a bit of a lie-in this morning, with only a couple of hours to Newark we weren’t in any rush to get off. I had a bit of wood I’d scavenged to cut up as well.
Our quiet mooring above Cromwell Lock
In September 1975 a tragedy occurred here when a group of Territorial Army servicemen on a night exercise on the river were drowned as their boat went over the large weir. There’s a well-kept memorial to the young men alongside the lock. The oldest was 26, the youngest just 17. Out of the 11 crew, only one survived.
The weir looking across the lock chamber.
It was nearer twelve than eleven when we set off, in beautiful bright sunshine.
It was at least 10° warmer than this time yesterday.
Cormorants drying their wings in the trees
One flew off, but the other practiced his Liver Bird impression for us.
It was chilly when the sun went in…
Approaching Newark now, under the A1…
…and passing Cronkley Point where we leave the river for the Newark Dyke
Newark Nether Lock is 5 minutes away, around the corner. It was on self-service, not unexpectedly.
Mags waits on the lock landing.
That black cloud behind was just about to dump on us…
It’s raining now as Mags looks a bit lost in the lock chamber.
Not being able to rope up I filled the lock nice and slowly. All mechanised of course, you can see the control panel on the left.
Cruising in to Newark was hoping that there’d be room on the pontoon below The Kiln, and there was.
Not the best bit, further up there’s power hook-up and water taps, but beggars can’t be choosers. Anyway, the whole pontoon has been given over to Winter Moorings, so you’d expect those that are paying for a long term mooring to be plugged in.
We’ll be here for a few days now. Mail to collect, amongst other things.
Locks 1, miles 8.