The Big One (7-4)

Boston Visitor Moorings.

Up early 3:30 am at first light to let the dogs out and to bank up the fire - it had been a very cold night. There is a light covering of frost on the grass but only in isolated and sheltered spots. Soon back in bed for a snooze to a more respectable hour.

I was awake at 5:30 as Angell Hardy II made her way down to the town locks ready to make passage across the Wash to as she heads towards London and the Thames pageant. A stunning Dutch Barge. We were thinking of ways that we could liberate her from her present owners. The only one we came up with involved an offer you can't refuse and waking up in bed with a horses head. 

Later we all had a walk in the direction of Antons Gowt along part of the 50km long footpath from Boston to Lincoln. Many wild flowers are giving their first show of the year. Patches of Buttercup and Daisy enjoying the sunshine. The leaves on the trees are now starting to shade the woodland floor and the odd patch of Bluebells are just getting past their best. Foxglove and Comfrey are starting to gain some height. Small patches of Cornflower and the ever present bright yellow flower heads of the dandelion adding a splash of colour. 

On our return we headed off into Boston, to the outdoor market. Boston has a number of "olde worlde" charms to offer the waterways visitor. First there is the Boston Stump which is visible for miles around. The street layout in the old part of town still retains the narrow, winding, cobbled look. Many of the older buildings showing signs of their age as they lean on the buildings on either side.

The market has it seems like most other outdoor markets shrunk over the years. But it is still viable and vibrant with enough variation to make it worthwhile to visit. One curious point was the outdoor auction of - well just about anything. We watched as a cast iron patio set, a computer desk and a small petrol generator change hands. All went to what we thought were small bids. The Memsahib dragged me away before I got carried away and started bidding on a tired lawnmower in need of some TLC!

Lunch was a visit to "Subway" for a "sub-of-the-day" complete with chili sauce and jalapeños. I'm not a fan of fast food - but with all the fresh vegetables, Meatballs Marinade, cheese and the choice of ten different variations of bread. I am prepared to under go the occasional trauma.

Our mooring neighbours are all friendly and outgoing. Everyone is helpful and very social. So the Memsahib joined the knitting circle, sat in the sunshine. All  exchanging pattens and describing the short comings and little foibles of their loved ones. Is nothing sacred!!!

Later we went for another walk along the river as the sun went down. The local kids in the sailing club were having a great time sailing their dingies and falling in or tipping over to practise righting techniques. I could easily have joined in - but the unlike the youngsters I am sure I might just have noticed the coldness of the water. Old and crusty I may be, but inside I would love to join in. Maybe next time!!! 

Daily Total
Miles: 0.0
Locks: 0
Swing / Lift Bridges: 0
Tunnels: 0
Pump Outs: 0
Engine Hours: 0.0

Accumulated Totals
Miles: 699.7

Locks: 652

Swing / Lift Bridges: 115

Tunnels: 6

Pump Outs: 9

Engine Hours: 2114.6