The Soar had soothed our concerns about travelling on a river again, but this morning before we set off, we prepped the anchor and donned our life jackets ready for the big water on our journey north. The Trent is the third longest river in Britain, 185 miles long. It starts its journey on Bidolph Moor in Staffordshire where it historically marks the divide between the North of England and what lies below. Its large drainage catchment area from the moors and the midlands makes it vulnerable to heavy and occassionally catastrophic flooding, hence the need for boats such as ours to treat it with respect. We shall be travelling 85 miles downstream as far as Keadby, which in theory is 24 hours travelling, however, we need to eat, sleep, explore and spend time with family so you’ll have to bear with us for another 2 months. After Keadby the river carries on for another 9 miles until it reaches the Humber Estuary and the sound of seagulls and proper shipping lanes.
Our first view of the Trent. And although we want to turn right, the arrows guide us to the left to avoid the weir.
Things are starting to look familiar from last year’s cruising. The boat club house on the island,
And the entrance to the Erewash canal
But looking back a solitary swan says goodbye and thankyou for calling.
After all that excitement, seeing the open water, we’re immediately guided back onto a managed canal
And towards Cranfleet lock
And finally onto our destination for the next few days, Beeston