Many, many years ago I participated in the Boston rowing marathon, Lincoln to Boston, 32 miles, which my quad completed but failed to win. The blisters quickly healed but I still have the Tee shirt,which I intend wearing today ( it still fits ). This trip should prove less strenuous I hope.
Our new-found narrowboat friends offered to escort us through the "glory hole" out of Lincoln, complete with an unusual guillotine lock gate,electric operated, which played up a little, and "normal" gates, which didn't.We passed the millennium sculpture and left the city via the "rough" Stamp end ,which reassured us we had moored in the right place.
The River Whitham imperseptably carries on where the Fossdyke ends and is boring beyond words.With 10 ft banks each side only the kilometere signs indicated we were making progress until we encountered Bardney lock after 13 kms,only memorable for the very, very stinking oblutions. The boredom continued until Woodhall Spa at 25 kms where we decided to moor on a bridge pontoon and get a bus to Boston in the morning, when at least we'll see some scenery on the way there and back.
Thereafter we'll turn Tardis Two round and return the way we came.
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