The day started off bright and sunny but the clouds slowly formed and turned grey. Most of the journey was down by then so it was a pleasant chug along. There are several low bridges here with Tim not managing to get his wind genny down in time to save it from a clout from a bridge.
The valley is very wide and only has a bit of a rise at the edges. You can see for miles in places.
The Trent. First sight of it. You can almost jump it here with a decent run up :-)
Those white animals aren't sheep of cattle but goats. There must be hundreds of them as they are also congregated at the farm to the right. They will take some milking. I hope they are as amiable as Lady was to me.
The mooring at Salt. It gets its name from the salt that was produced in the area.
Just before leaving for the pub in Salt Tim was visited by this chap. When we got back I found that I had been visited by him as well and the rubbish bags had been shredded.
Up on the bridge on the way to the pub for Sunday tea.
To get to the village the Trent needs to be crossed over and on the rise to the left is a column that sticks up slightly over the trees. That is the direction in which a battle between the Royalists and Roundheads took place. I can't find mention of the column in Wiki and wonder if it had anything to do with the battle
The Holly Bush Inn. Depending on what you read the pub dates from the 16th or 17th century. Nice pub but not a local and relying more these days on food but they still have four real ales on tap.
The boat is just the other-side of this bridge. They really did believe in building things to last and they look good too.
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