It's a familiar and uninspiring plod through the high banks and straight line waterways of the Fens to get from home base at Ramsey to the River Nene at Peterborough.
A journey made even more tiresesome by the bloody weed that clogs everything and everywhere. First trip into the weedhatch to strip blanket weed off the propeller was made within 20ft of our mooring pontoon. And followed by at least a stop every hour plus regular bursts of forward and reverse to try and shake the damned stuff loose.
Blanket weed is just that - a giant quilt of tightly woven green stuff. Like an iceberg only about a tenth of it shows on the surface, the rest is underwater waiting to advance on your prop like a great green shroud as soon as the first strands have wound round. No sooner have you got it off than more is ready to take its place.
Anyway, we made it to Whittlesey; half an hour's trip by car from Ramsey - seven hours by boat.
Tomorrow the Nene. Next week the Grand Union Canal and next month Birmingham. After that, who knows.
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