Yesterday and today we have been cruising in a completely different environment. We are no longer exclusively on a canal all safe and sound. Instead, we have ventured out with the big boys and have been cruising down the River Trent on our way to Nottingham.
As you can see from the picture below, the two shores are definitely a lot farther apart and there is a lot more water all around you. It all looks calm now but this past winter, it was anything but. This river was in flood from December through about March. It is not a very friendly place.
Originally last fall we had planned on taking the Trent as part of our winter travels. However, as luck would have it, we were advised against it by more experienced narrow boaters. Glad we listened or it could have gotten ugly. :-)
A local herd of cattle making us of a river watering hole.
Lilly pads about to be adorned with lovely yellow flowers.
But always keep an eye open for these lovely orange barrels (actually you would have to be blind to miss them). They indicate what is called a weir.
I love the wonder and power of Mother Nature: when I can safely see it and don't have to experience it. Yep. Not one for that adrenalin rush.