CHERTSEY

BOATS, BRIDGES, BOILERS ... IF IT'S GOT RIVETS, I'M RIVETTED
... feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrowboater ...
Likes snooker, beer, tea, rivets and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
And there might be something about railways.
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Tuesday, 12 March 2019

And so we come to the end

Or what would have been the beginning, had it not been for that obstructive lock keeper back in 2009. Imagine tying Warrior to those bollards there...
Getting the lock ready - it would have felt quite small after some of the ones we'd come through
And in a few more hours, we'd have been in Sheffield and off to the Kelham Island Tavern - which was CAMRA's national pub of the year that year. In fact, I have still never been there, because it's impossible to walk past the Fat Cat.
And I'd have looked back at the River Don, and thought about our journey from Keadby, and the thought of doing all those bloody electric swingbridges again on the way back...

Of course, quite a few people have a full length boat and a short one...

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