Wednesday morning and the winter woollies came out again, the tea didn't really do it for me, and I'd not lit the fire before we set off!
Very cold, but loving the scenery, me and the Scoob on the way to Crick
Oh well, no locks or tunnels to do, just lots of gorgeous canal scenery.
Herons are quite a common sight and they don't seem phased by our noisy Lister engine!
We moored on the Sleaford Navigation (River Slea) off the River Witham one year!
Small world sometimes it seems, when you see a boat from the place we lived and worked for over 12 years! There was no one aboard, else we would have said hello from fellow Sleafordians!
The boys, moored for water at Yelvertoft
As we were going to potentially be moored for nearly a week when we reached Crick, a last minute top up of the water tank was a must.
Breasted up with the butty on the inside along the straight bit before Crick
Never had we anticipated that the edge would be so shallow, so that even the butty, which draws less than a foot, would not be able to get into the side!
Several attempts later, me reversing the big boat as Richard tried to pull the butty in tight to the side, we sort of succeeded.
Climbing up 'Crack's Hill' - a Trig Point pillar, picnic table and beacon await hardy climbers!
The next day, we did some exploring and discovered the view from the top of Crack's Hill next to the canal.
The Trig Point showing distances and direction to landmarks surrounding the hill.
Lister and me studying the Trig Point
Wow, what a long way down to the boats!
The showground in the distance, all set up ready for the weekend
Suddenly, we found ourselves surrounded by lambs, Lister was on his lead....
and Scooby relaxed after a good hour playing with his squeaky toy .... whilst we were out on our walk, of course!
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