Monday 17th June 2019 between Crick and Welford.
After four days of unremitting rain, M woke to a clear blue sky with an unfamiliar bright object. What's this? Sunshine?
After breakfast, we walked up to the little Co-op, Crick's only food shop, for a "few bits". There is no rush as we have three days to get about 12 miles to the marina where MM is booked in, as we both have to go home for a week on Thursday.
Soon after leaving, we saw this lovable chap. M loves donkeys and wanted to take him home but R decided not to stop!
Yelvertoft Marina is in the middle of the countryside and is very quiet and peaceful. We moored here a few years ago and loved it. Behind the marina is a large wind turbine and over the next four miles or so it appears hither and yon. First on the right, then behind, then in front again, then on the left and finally on the right as the canal winds round the 412ft contour. Very confusing!
It was truly lovely cruising. We came along here in 2014 and again in 2016 and had not forgotten how remote and peaceful this waterway is. It is 17 miles between Crick and Foxton and there is not a single village or even a pub in all that distance; just vast fields of barley, wheat and oats and, to M's delight, huge fields of ripening peas and beans.
Mr Pearson, of guidebook fame, said that the first time he came along here, they ran out of food and water!
We moored up in the middle of nowhere halfway between Crick and Welford in the same spot that R had moored on Saturday night.
M retired early to bed with her book and was enchanted by the rural idyll viewed from the bedroom window. Delightful and not a singe light in sight in any direction.
Today: 6 miles, 0 locks and 1.7 hours.
Trip: 109 miles, 40 locks and 56.8 hours.
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