We are here, back on the canals, after a two hour, 12 mile sprint down the Trent from West Stockwith. It's a funny old beast, the tidal Trent; mile upon mile of country banksides broken by the occasional village, some of them (especially the ones with pubs) quite tempting but all, of course, impossible to stop at. Even the occasional mooring jetties are there just for large freight barges to stop over during tide changes. Not that there are many freight barges these days.
|Rural banksides with occasional inaccessible villages on the Trent|
|Keadby liftbridge and the industrial Trent lies ahead|
|It must be another swingbridge - how will this one be worked|
|And just to be different, here's a liftbridge at Thorne|