We're Not In Kansas Any More

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. :-)

 As you cruise your way down the river you are surrounded by pastoral views that could just as easily be from 100 or 200 years ago instead of now.

A local herd of cattle making us of a river watering hole.

Lilly pads about to be adorned with lovely yellow flowers.

 Veritable flotillas of water fowl.

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.

This is a part of the river that is deemed to be unsafe for boats to navigate.  So, for a short distance you will be shunted off into a small "canal" to bypass this area of the river.

 Things may  look pretty calm from one perspective but don't be fooled.

There is more  than a little wave action going on here.

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.