Having seen a good weather forecast yesterday, I planned a trip to Poole for a trip round the harbour. All loaded up and ready for my second outing with the new trailer, off I set. A few miles from home, I met an unexpected road closure( if only I’d checked for it online before I set off!)
Not fancying bouncing around the back road, lengthy diversion( if you’ve travelled on some of the Somerset levels undulating tarmac, you’d know what I mean), I returned home, and changed my plans. I dumped my seagoing kit, and headed off to the local canal.
The Bridgwater canal is a little known and tranquil waterway. The only other boat I passed was the weed cutting boat, the driver happy to chat. I eventually met a carpet of freshly cut weed, slowly making its way downstream, but not keen on becoming engulfed in it, I turned around and headed back to the start point. I had a couple of hours of sunshine, wildlife and virtual solitude, travelling at walking pace.
The only challenge was a very low swing bridge, which gives access to an isolated pub. Feeling lazy, I didn’t feel inclined to tie up, unlock and open the bridge, and repeat the process on the way back. So approaching at dead slow, I crouched down in the cat, but my hand out to gauge the gap( and protect my ever vulnerable head from more damage), and crept through, clearing both head and outboard by a few inches!
A very calm, and relaxing day out, with just a few aches and pain after the contortion of an ageing body.