So nothing to be done but to return to Yarwood, turn tail and leave Peterborough for the divine Ferry Meadows, up the river and through one lock. Now I hadn't done a guillotine lock since Lincoln and that was about a month ago, so I had a one to one tuition from Lesley and we took it in turns to get the aching finger as you have to keep your finger on the electric button most of the time during the operation, but then turn the paddles with lock keys in the usual way.
|I suspect this is a British White, grazing very close to central Peterborough and very rare too these days.|
|Ye olde Custom House, now the Sea Scouts play here fantastic stone building.|
|First lock to do in a month, now then what do I do again.......?|
|Yarwood making the turn into Ferry Meadows|
|All incredibly happy here except for F&F as the pontoon was very harsh on their feet, all mats and rugs brought into play here for them.|
|Not often seen, a pair of Grebes and a baby, then a pair of swans approached, the Grebes faced up to them and saw them off|
|As they did so the baby shot onboard and there remained out of sight.|
Goats cheese and pea tart with courgette lemon and chilli salad for supper.