Once the Witham, the drains and surrounding area had been explored, we decided that it was time to move moorings- We’d had a great time on Lincolnshire’s river but wanted to explore new territory. So began much research and a dash up the A1 to the Leeds area to investigate. Whilst up there, I found….
Although the Witham river levels had given us some cause for concern recently and Harebell had spent a lot of time on the bottom of the river, we needn’t have worried about getting wedged on the bottom. Granted, she had been “floatier” but, with the sun shining and the twinkly Witham calling us on, we….
Moorings on the Witham and her associated navigable drains are peaceful, quiet and dark and this one as no exception.We were moored next to a railway line, but this is Lincolnshire and I don’t remember a train passing after 9pm last night and none to disturb our peaceful Sunday either. Mindful of our 1pm deadline….
Another goregous morning at Antons Gowt and the Witham looked all sparkly and inviting towards Boston. However, for myself, I chose the harder task of running the path between AG & Boston. (Ran a Personal Best of 3km in 30mins and 12 seconds, however I digress) When I arrived at Boston, Harebell was already moored….
A fabulous morning on the Witham meant that we were up an about in the bright sunshine and heading towards Boston quite early. Again, it was new territory for all of us and as we approached the town ,we were greeted by the sight of the Boston Stump- something we have seen many times before….
We arrived at Chapel Hill about 2.00- still can’t get over the 10 minute car ride to get to the boat. We messed about for a while, not really wanting to get going; once we started the trip, that was it, we’d be on our way to it finishing! I had half a mind to….
