Cromwell bound.

It was a lovely day and we had the morning to kill before setting off up river at lunch time. We started off getting up late and then just pottered before going for a walk into Torksey Village to see if the small village shop and post office was open. It wasn't, so we wandered back to the boat and waited.

The body of a sheep floated in on the tide and the crow was looking for a good meal. It all reminded me being in Africa. We have seen several sheep, muntjac deer, rabbits and a badger. My Mum always told me not to play near the river.

We had been given a time to depart of 1230. By 1210 the tide had come up more than a foot so we set off. From here to Cromwell there isn't much assistance from the tide as there is only a hours flood tide. There seems to be little current assisting you as the water seems to rise but the current hardly changes from the ebb at all. If it had been raining heavily there will not be a flood current at all.

The Trent is a motorway of access. As with the motorways they can be boring and with little to see over the banks but certainly get you to where you are going quickly. This cormorant was drying off in the sun on a small training wall.

Today we have seen two narrow boats and a cruiser going down river. A narrow boat left Torksey up river before us and by the time we arrived at Cromwell there were four of us in the lock going up. A bust day on the whole. This is the first of the ones behind and the last of those passing just passing the water ski club at Marnham.

The Old Mill at Carlton. There is a well built wharf and the remains of a wharf here too. I expect the products of the mill were taken all over by water. Maybe the raw material was delivered too.

There was a bit of a scrum leaving the lock for places on the floating pontoon. We moored up on the steps for the night. It was handy for the water and the rubbish disposal so we were happy.The largest weir on the Trent can be seen to the right with the lock to the top left.